Lord Shenxiu
Chapter 76 Threat

Chapter 76: Chapter 76 Threat

Star Alliance.

Presidential conference room.

Generals and high-ranking officials capable of deciding the future of the Star Alliance had once again gathered together.

"Gentlemen, we face a choice, the public is now aware of the Heavenly Demon," the President said in a low voice, "Initially, we chose to conceal it to eradicate fear, and now we must choose to disclose it for the same reason!"

The President’s voice was deep.

"Besides, the two recent wormholes must be resolved quickly... In this regard, the Martial Artist Association, particularly the Tang Family, does not seem to be supportive."

Another general spoke up.

"They want me to sign a pardon and swear never to review them again, they are threatening us with the lives of tens of thousands of civilians, we can’t compromise!"

A flicker of anger crossed the President’s face, "The Martial Artist Association can’t have its own will, it must obey the Star Alliance!"

"But... we urgently need the martial artists."

Another official spoke up, one wonders how much the Tang Family had paid him under the table, "If there are a large number of civilian casualties, it could decrease your approval rating."

"This..."

The President fell into hesitation.

Just then, a secretary hurried in and whispered a few words in the President’s ear, and the President’s expression changed abruptly, "Gentlemen, I have good news. Our world champion, Mr. Hua Wu, has single-handedly eliminated two wormholes, with minimal civilian casualties."

"Martial artists, truly a miraculous group."

A general couldn’t help but exclaim, "Thank goodness for him, our fine young men don’t have to sacrifice themselves."

Without the martial artists, only special forces could enter the Spirit Realm and fight desperately, but even with heavy casualties, success was uncertain!

"In that case, I shall sign an order to investigate the Tang Family faction."

The President glanced at the official who had just spoken, conveying a hint of smugness.

"Furthermore... I propose a motion to further restrict the influence of martial artists."

Another official raised a hand, "Once superhuman warriors emerge, we won’t need the martial artists as much... and their martial power is somewhat off the charts... I request to present some latest information."

On the big screen, the figures of two godlike demon warriors appeared; this was video footage from the finals between Hua Wu and Tang Long.

There was also a blurry transmission, seemingly just sent back from the war zone, with a rather unclear image.

But amidst the dispersing fog, the figure that was mercilessly slaughtering the corner demon, as easily as a child stepping on ants, was enough to make everyone’s scalp tingle.

"Hua Wu is indeed a formidable man."

The President sighed.

"Not only that, our think tank has just analyzed the case of Tang Long’s transformation. No contamination was detected from the flesh and blood fragments at the scene... besides, linguists and camera experts also suspect there’s something off with the televised footage... Psychologists think that the Heart Demon that possessed Mr. Tang Long seems a bit too deliberate..."

This was, after all, the Star Alliance’s brain trust, a convergence of many brilliant minds, always able to find clues from the slightest hints.

"Let’s have the espionage department look into it. It seems our Mr. Hua Wu has many secrets as well."

The President considered for a moment, then issued an order.

In the blink of an eye, a hero welcomed with cheers was about to fall into a tragic fate, yet not a single person in the room showed any change in expression.

For those in power, burning bridges after crossing them was instinctual, not to mention the other party indeed posed a threat to their authority with their martial strength.

Furthermore, while martial artists are rare, with enough of a population and as long as the spirit of martial valor persists and the secret martial teachings continue, new ones will always emerge over time. Their perceived value is akin to that of the Soldier King; it sounds prestigious, but in reality, they are expendable!

...

Night.

In an office, Roger, the President’s close friend, and leader of the Star Alliance’s great financial consortium, was signing a document.

"Good evening, Lord Roger."

Zhong Shenxiu walked straight through the door and approached him.

"Hua Wu?!"

Roger leaned backward, his right hand gripping the chair’s armrest while searching for the emergency button beneath.

But there was nothing.

"It’s impossible; have all the security personnel died? Who orchestrated this?" Roger exclaimed in disbelief.

There should have been a button that, once pressed, would instantly drop him into a secret passage for protection, impenetrable even to bombs.

"Is what you’re seeing the real world, or is it a dream?"

Zhong Shenxiu casually took a seat on a sofa embroidered with a bright red Phoenix and picked up a cup of hot tea, "Here, this is your dream, but the injuries might well carry over into reality..."

"Such power, it’s not something humans should possess. Are you the real Heavenly Demon, Heart Demon?" Roger’s eyes darted around wildly.

"Ha ha, I appreciate your sense of humor, but no..." Zhong Shenxiu shook his head, sincerely adding, "Even though I frame others, commit arson and murder, and am utterly wicked, I’m still a good person! At least I went to fight the Heavenly Demon!"

"That’s not a very funny joke!"

Roger curled his lips.

"So... to business. Let’s make a deal... I want to be the president of the Martial Artist Association, the one with real power..." Zhong Shenxiu took a sip of hot tea.

"That’s impossible, you don’t know how many complex procedures are involved. Even the president couldn’t make it happen..." Roger instinctively refused, then was cut off by Zhong Shenxiu: "You don’t have the right to refuse."

"Or perhaps... after you refuse, I should just kill you?"

"I know the president can’t do it, but you can! The Martial Artist Association isn’t just dominated by the Tang Family!"

Zhong Shenxiu was issuing a direct threat.

And, it was quite possible he could make it happen!

"This... this is my dream. I can’t die here. To die would be to wake up." Roger’s lips quivered, seeming to probe for something.

"You can try."

Zhong Shenxiu pinched his right thumb and index finger in the air.

Roger let out a scream as he suddenly discovered a vivid red fingerprint appeared on his left arm.

"Ah!"

He screamed and woke up from the luxurious swan-feather bed.

"So it was all a nightmare."

Roger murmured to himself, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.

"What’s the difference between reality and illusion, anyway?"

Just then, a figure like the White Bone Demon God emerged from the other side of the wall, seeming to possess the power to walk through walls—a manifestation of Zhong Shenxiu’s White Bone Yaksha Yin God!

Such a Yin God comes and goes unpredictably, unworried about any physical barriers and incredibly proficient in stealthy killings.

Roger’s pupils shrank when he saw the blood fingerprint on his left arm, clearly visible.

’Could it be... that injuries from the dream can come to reality?’

’Why hasn’t security come yet, or is this yet another dream?’

Roger felt like he was going mad.

Even though his wealth accounted for ten percent of the Star Alliance and he could even influence presidential elections in collusion with a few friends, this most tangible life threat rendered it all worthless.

Zhong Shenxiu, in the form of the White Bone Yaksha, let out a strange laugh: "Tonight... I will be visiting many friends... I expect your response soon."

Having said that, the White Bone Yaksha dove back into the wall and vanished.

Only then did the people outside seem to realize something was amiss in the room, and several bodyguards rushed in.

Roger watched the scene unfold, a sudden chill rising in his

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