American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Bang!

A muffled crash sounded, and the attacker was knocked back by the powerful force of the impact.

Qi Shan didn't turn his head. The demon had already extended a strong arm, steadily blocking behind him.

The old Taoist suppressed the surge of blood and Qi. His carefree and elegant demeanor had long disappeared, replaced by a fierce look in his eyes.

"Why did you kill him?"

Qi Shan slowly turned around, sizing up the old Taoist with curiosity, then suddenly laughed, "On a whim!"

The old Taoist's eyes flared with anger.

"What? Did you think I'd say some nonsense like I kill whoever I want? Don't be ridiculous. As the eldest son of Four Seas Bank, my status is incredibly high. I can take whatever I desire in this world, kill whoever I want, and who dares to interfere?"

The old Taoist was stunned: "Your status is incredibly high?"

A large number of Taoists, who had rushed over, surrounded them and happened to hear what Qi Shan had just said. Each of them looked at Qi Shan with strange expressions, as if staring at an idiot.

Even his sister's lips twitched slightly, and she glanced at him subconsciously, but being clever, she didn't say anything.

Qi Shan, as if oblivious to these strange gazes, nodded as a matter of course: "There's no need for you to repeat my words. My words are orders, and people in the Jianghu must obey. I want someone to die, they must die. I want someone to be a slave, they must be a slave. If you're not willing, then just blame your bad luck!"

A young Taoist couldn't help but shout: "Are you crazy?"

Qi Shan was somewhat surprised: "You actually dare to say I'm crazy, you have some nerve!"

The young Taoist revealed a mocking expression: "What? Do you really think you're somebody? A mere shopkeeper of a money house, something akin to a dog. We're usually too lazy to even bother killing you, a bug that we could crush with our bare hands, yet you dare to come to our Wuliang Mountain to show off your power. I originally thought you had some guts, but now I realize you're just a brain-damaged fool!"

Qi Shan sighed slightly, and said with some regret, "At such a young age, your logical thinking is already confused. To ensure that the Jianghu possesses the correct values, and to ensure that order doesn't descend into chaos, it seems your lifespan can only last until today! Commit suicide!"

As soon as Qi Shan finished speaking, the Taoists burst into laughter. Even the old Taoist didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Could this person really be an idiot?

But what happened next was shocking. The young Taoist, who had been full of disdain, suddenly drew the sword from his waist, aimed it at his own carotid artery, and made a direct cut.

As blood spurted out, his eyes widened in disbelief as he fell to the ground. The sword clattered to the ground, rolling far away.

"Xiao Bao!"

A slightly older Taoist rushed out, shouting hoarsely. He covered the young Taoist's neck with both hands, wanting to stop the wound, but unfortunately, the young Taoist had used too much force when committing suicide, and had cut off half of his head, leaving only half of the fascia connected. He barely trembled and twisted his direction, staring at the older Taoist, and tremblingly opened his mouth.

He seemed to want to say something, but a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the light in his eyes quickly faded.

The young Taoist actually died just like that.

The laughter stopped abruptly, as if a duck had been suddenly choked. The scene was silent, and a chill suddenly ran through everyone's body. The previously mocking gazes suddenly turned into surprise and uncertainty, as if they were looking at a ghost.

The old Taoist was shocked: "You, you..."

He wanted to ask, but didn't know how to start. The situation before him was a bit too strange. Although he was a martial arts expert, he couldn't understand the other party's methods.

Qi Shan was still somewhat regretful: "Actually, this little guy's potential was not bad. If he could grow up safely, honestly shape his values, and know that my status is incredibly high, he wouldn't inexplicably bring disaster upon himself. He should have occupied a place in the Jianghu. But now? What a pity, what a pity!"

The older Taoist suddenly raised his head and shouted like a madman: "Kill him for me!"

A group of Taoists around him moved at the same time, drawing the long swords from their waists in unison, their movements as smooth as a knife cutting paper.

His sister was startled, but Qi Shan patted the back of her hand nonchalantly, as if to comfort her.

The demon tore open the cloak on his body, revealing a light gray iron armor. He stretched his right arm forward, his left hand gently angled downwards, and two huge long knives appeared in his palms at some point.

The Taoists were horrified and uncertain, and suddenly looked up with alertness. Their bodies shook violently, and expressions of extreme horror involuntarily appeared on their faces.

The tall demon who had been standing in front of them had disappeared, replaced by a huge demon god formed from gathered black clouds.

A huge skeletal body, mottled armor, as if it had experienced countless cruel battlefields, and the surrounding black clouds continued to spread outwards, instantly engulfing the entire sky in an invasive manner.

The sunlight was directly blocked, as if the end of the world had arrived.

In those huge pupils, a chilling red light glowed.

The old Taoist was completely stunned: "What, what is that?"

He was a Xiantian (Innate) expert, one of the best in this Jianghu. Although he couldn't be compared with the few at the very peak, he firmly held onto the first echelon and never let go.

With his knowledge and experience, he once dared to pat his chest and talk about Jianghu affairs, but at this time he was completely sluggish. He didn't know what this thing in front of him was at all. Could it be that there really are gods and demons in this world?

The Taoists felt their breathing stop. They stared blankly at the huge black shadow in front of them, and didn't know what to do.

The long sword in their hands involuntarily trembled, and it seemed that the pressure on their bodies was gradually increasing with each breath. Some people had even knelt on the ground, as if carrying a load of a thousand pounds, panting rapidly.

The Taoists who had been about to take the opportunity to besiege Qi Shan stopped immediately, and aimed their weapons at the demon in the air with surprise and uncertainty.

His sister opened her mouth wide, raised her head, looked at the huge figure above her head, and stammered: "This, this is our follower from earlier?"

Qi Shan smiled and covered his sister's eyes: "Don't look, children can't watch such bloody scenes. Wait a little while, at most it will only take half an incense stick's time!"