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North Pavilion City.

Amidst the bustling crowds.

A burly middle-aged man, dressed in drab, old clothes and wearing mud-splattered boots, was weaving through the throng.

Anyone seeing this attire would surely assume he was a construction worker.

There was good reason.

Now that the Taian Small Profound Palace had been established, the entire Taian Small Spirit Realm had become a massive construction site, with all three cities undergoing extensive construction.

The stout man watched as speeding cars whizzed past, occasionally interspersed with a few magic-powered vehicles, and cursed inwardly, "Wan Hao, you son of a bitch!"

The so-called "magic-powered vehicles" were four-wheeled motorized vehicles equipped with high-powered internal combustion engines, newly launched and on sale.

These new cars burned gasoline refined from brown oil, making their operating costs more than half that of crystal energy cars. Their streamlined designs were more fashionable, and even their prices were twenty percent lower.

Naturally.

As soon as magic-powered vehicles were introduced, they were extremely popular with the wealthy. Many people placed deposits at the merchants selling them every day.

The stout man recalled the terrifying scene from just now, still shaken: "The 'Earth-Swallowing Worm King' was so powerful, yet it was killed with a single blow. That must have been a Profound Overseer-level expert."

The man walked along the street, muttering worriedly, "The Wan Hao clan seems to be getting more and more prosperous. If this continues, I'm afraid..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

But it was easy to guess that it was probably something along the lines of "bleak future" or "difficult to revive the great cause."

Soon.

The stout man arrived at a busy intersection.

He immediately noticed that in just two short days, something new had appeared at this intersection.

White lines were painted on the road with tree sap, and metal poles were erected on either side, each with two lights, one red and one green.

Two people in uniforms, with the words "Traffic Assistant" on their chests, were repeating a phrase like chanting a mantra:

"Red light stop, green light go... Keep to the right, no going against traffic... Cross the road, walk on the white lines... Obey traffic rules, ensure safety... Red light stop, green light..."

The stout man was dumbfounded.

What the hell was all this?

Not wanting to reveal his ignorance, he chose to stand and watch for a while before figuring out a bit of the pattern.

In the past.

As the number of speeding cars on the road increased, the original roads were always a mess, with people being hit and injured every now and then.

But now.

The roads had become orderly. Although it was inevitable that one had to wait a little longer, pedestrians could cross the road without worrying about being hit by a car, and vehicles didn't have to worry about pedestrians suddenly appearing.

The designer of this system was clearly a clever person.

But the stout man felt increasingly annoyed: "Wan Hao people, damn you!"

He hated order!

He wished the Wan Hao people's city would become more chaotic, as that would make it easier to act.

A minute later.

The red light flickered a few times and suddenly went out, and the green light immediately lit up.

The traffic assistant immediately blew his whistle.

"Whistle!"

The assistant waved the bright red triangular flag and shouted hoarsely, "Everyone can cross the road now, please walk on the white lines."

The stout man immediately followed the crowd and crossed the road.

Behind him.

The assistant was still shouting, "Violators of traffic rules will pay the price. According to the city's laws, they must be forced to attend training..."

The stout man snorted dismissively: "Bullshit price! I'll run a red light whenever I get the chance. What can North Pavilion City do to me?"

Just then.

The man suddenly felt something and instinctively looked up at the sky in the northwest.

What he saw.

Was a slender green line, hurtling towards him at an indescribably fast speed.

The stout man instantly felt his scalp tingle.

Because his soul was frantically warning him that this green line was definitely coming for him.

He decisively ran away, rushing towards another road.

"Whistle～"

A sharp whistle sounded.

Urgent shouts immediately came from behind: "Hey, you big guy, don't run the red light, get your ass back here!"

The stout man turned a deaf ear.

A speeding car couldn't avoid him and crashed straight into him.

The surrounding people cried out in alarm at the sight.

The next moment.

The cries became even louder.

The stout man's figure suddenly blurred and then turned into a cloud of black mist, flying towards a large dense forest not far away at a speed of over one hundred meters per second.

That place was a large street park.

This astonishing scene frightened everyone.

Many quick-witted people turned and ran, trying to get away from this place as soon as possible.

Anyone who wasn't an idiot could understand from the situation just now that this stout man was definitely a transcendent who possessed great power.

A breath later.

The black mist disappeared into the dense forest and then split into two.

One dense cloud of black mist, emitting powerful fluctuations, continued to sweep towards the depths of the forest.

The other, lighter cloud of black mist quickly turned in a different direction, speeding towards a drainage ditch and diving straight into it.

This was clearly a smokescreen.

If one tracked the former cloud of black mist, they would definitely lose the real body.

Ten seconds later.

The stout man passed through the drainage ditch, entered a complex city sewer through an underground secret door, and then darted out hundreds of meters in one breath.

This was a pre-surveyed escape route.

As someone who operated in the shadows, this was a necessary skill.

However.

The sense of crisis not only did not dissipate but became even more intense.

The stout man was horrified: "What kind of method is this?"

He instinctively thought of that Profound Overseer-level expert.

But the problem was that the Profound Overseer-level expert was clearly very far away, more than one hundred kilometers from here. How could he lock onto him?

Could it be one of the Wan Hao people's Divine Generals?

That made even less sense!

How could a god-level expert personally take action against a mere bishop like himself?

At this moment.

The stout man had already realized that the enemy's strength was terrifying, and he probably couldn't shake them off, finally giving up on the idea of escaping.

A second later.

An excited female voice suddenly rang out in his mind: "I've locked onto you!"

As soon as she finished speaking.

The stout man instantly sensed that his sea of consciousness seemed to be connected to something strange, in a way he couldn't understand, from afar.

He subconsciously looked up, his pupils suddenly shrinking.

He saw a light green thread hanging down from the pipe above, connected to the top of his head.

What was this thing?

The stout man was horrified and subconsciously shouted, "Who are you?"

The female voice was full of hatred, but strangely tinged with a hint of fear: "McCarthy, you can't escape!"

The stout man, called "McCarthy," was about to go crazy: "How do you know my name? Who the hell are you?"

The female voice did not respond again.

At this point.

McCarthy, in addition to being frightened, also sensed that he would not escape this calamity today.

He sneered, a feeling of malice rising in his heart: "If you want to kill me, then I'll slaughter a batch of Wan Hao sons of bitches first."

He did not hesitate to activate the origin of his own power, which was the "Hymn of Life," and then punched upwards.

A stream of black energy spurted out, turning into a black snake, and slammed heavily into the top of the sewer.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang.

A five-meter-thick layer of soil was pierced, and a large hole exploded in the road above.

McCarthy was once again covered in black mist, and his entire body rose up like a ghost, quickly leaving the stinky sewer.

This was another highway.

Civilians around saw a large hole explode in the ground and screamed, scattering in all directions.

Several civilians driving speeding cars, in a panic, even abandoned their cars and fled into the distance.

McCarthy looked up at the sky and found that the slender green line above his head extended all the way to the distant horizon, with no end in sight.

This incredible method once again shocked him.

McCarthy was about to start slaughtering when his soul suddenly felt a bone-chilling sensation.

When the Earth-Swallowing Worm King he had secretly controlled was killed with a single blow, that terrifying attack felt exactly like this.

It's coming!

It's coming again!

McCarthy turned his head to look, his heart sinking to the bottom.

It's over!

It was a brilliant green stream of light.

Upon closer inspection, it seemed to be a dazzling spear of light.

This spear of light descended from the sky, like a divine punishment personally unleashed by a god.

At this moment.

An extremely absurd thought actually popped into McCarthy's mind: "Is this the price of violating traffic rules?"