My Core is the Boss

The punch descended directly upon the world. Though not particularly fast, it carried boundless powers.

The Core Formation elders of the Fighting God Sect all seemed terrified.

"Great demon! He's definitely a great demon!"

"He's come to exterminate the entire sect!"

"Sect Master, kill this villain!"

Yet Shengdou was even more horrified. "AAAAAH!"

Spiritual energy gushed out of him as though it were free of charge. Streams of Heavenly Divine Lotus surged toward the blood-red sky, dividing it into red and white.

"Those who trespass upon my sect and slander my name shall receive no mercy!"

The Ten-Slay Tyrant Fist simply did not reason with anyone. It contained not only traces of immortal cultivation and divine abilities, but also remnants of Martial Dao techniques.

The killing intent that Canary had concealed and suppressed within Qi Yuan erupted, condensing into a single punch. Like an insect queen seeking out her offspring, the punch relentlessly targeted those who met its criteria.

Crack!

Shengdou's divine technique shattered. The terrifying killing intent of the Ten-Slay Tyrant Fist slammed directly into his eyes and ears. In an instant, he heard the wails of ghosts and the howls of wolves as visions of countless bleached bones and mangled corpses flooded his vision.

Not even a decisive and ruthless killer like Shengdou had ever witnessed such a mountain of corpses. Blood began gushing uncontrollably from his ears, mouth, and nose. He no longer resembled a mighty immortal cultivator, but a frail old mortal.

Disbelief and terror filled his face. "What kind of monster are you?!"

Qi Yuan once again tossed out his red certificate. "I am God. A great god!"

Shengdou felt only confusion and helplessness. He could not understand why such a powerful and mysterious individual insisted on taunting him with an ordinary mortal document. Before he could think further, the terrifying Ten-Slay Tyrant Fist pierced through his body and continued toward the earth.

BOOM!

As the punch landed, blood-colored shadows appeared and killing intent surged. The elders and stewards within Fighting God Tower felt as though the apocalypse had arrived.

Qi Yuan's voice rang out like a god's commandment. "Those who have slaughtered more than ten mortals shall die!"

Murderous intent erupted from over ninety-nine percent of the elders, stewards, disciples, and members of the Fighting God Sect. A small blood-red curtain materialized behind each of them, drawing in the Ten-Slay Tyrant Fist.

One after another, the elders and disciples exploded like firecrackers. Despite exhausting every last bit of their mana, they could not resist. They could only watch helplessly as the punch annihilated them.

Even among the mortal applicants seeking apprenticeship, eight people were killed by the Ten-Slay Tyrant Fist. The crowd erupted into chaos.

Within only a few breaths, the Fighting God Tower had transformed into a living hell. Dense clouds of blood mist brewed over. Of the Fighting God Sect's disciples and elders, fewer than one in a hundred survived.

Standing beneath the blood-red sky, Qi Yuan calmly murmured, "The sects in this game are still a bit weak. They're nothing compared to the Bright Palace. Back then I still had to write essays and carefully plot things out. Still, the feeling of not having to play by the rules is really nice."

His gaze then swept through the survivors. Anyone caught in that gaze felt their hearts skip a beat.

Outside the blood curtain, the Nascent Soul rogue cultivator trembled violently.

His thoughts were in complete turmoil, filled with shock, confusion, and fear. Just what realm is he in? Violet Palace? No, it doesn't seem like it... That isn't Origin Divine Technique either. Then how can it be so powerful? Even True Lord Shengdou, who was comparable to a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, couldn't withstand a single punch.

The ten-thousand-year-old Fighting God Sect now existed in name only.

Qi Yuan declared in a calm yet authoritative voice, "I am a certified god! I will eradicate any immortal sect that dares challenge the dignity of a god like the Fighting God Sect!"

His voice rolled across the heavens, entering the ears of the tens of thousands of mortals and rogue cultivators alike.

The Nascent Soul rogue cultivator froze before muttering bitterly, "What a domineering god... Did he destroy the Fighting God Sect to warn us outsiders?"

He had many speculations. This "god" was likely a native of Arch Star. After emerging from seclusion, he had discovered that numerous immortal cultivators had appeared. To preserve his authority and maintain his rule, he had decisively wiped out the Fighting God Sect as a warning. As for the sect's name being inappropriate, or the so-called "mental illness certificate," those were merely excuses.

The rogue cultivator cast one final glance at the scene before vanishing. "Looks like we have to keep a low profile."

***

Half a day later, several figures gathered inside a great hall, each radiating a subtle aura.

The leader, who was entirely cloaked in black robes, said hoarsely, "What are your thoughts regarding the destruction of the Fighting God Sect?"

His gaze swept over the men and women around him, all of whom concealed their identities. These cultivators were all Nascent Soul cultivators from the Three Worlds. The annihilation of the Fighting God Sect had shaken every corner of the cultivation world and forced them out of seclusion.

A female Nascent Soul cultivator replied calmly, "I believe he is a native, as he isn’t from the Three Worlds. His actions were likely meant to establish authority."

"Destroying an entire sect merely to establish authority? How domineering!"

"He rivaled a Violet Palace realm cultivator in strength!"

The expressions of the cultivators changed slightly.

Violet Palace cultivators stood near the apex of the lower worlds. In most cultivation worlds, a single one could dominate an entire world. Beyond the Violet Palace realm lay the Yin Spirit realm, from which one could ascend to the higher worlds.

The Three Worlds bordered one another and maintained close contact. For thousands of years, spiritual qi had steadily dried up, and Violet Palace cultivators had faded into legend. Nascent Soul experts were already considered the pinnacle. How could they not be shocked upon encountering someone they believed to be a Violet Palace realm cultivator?

A green-robed man said coldly, "True Lord Shengdou died too tragically. Had he brought the sect's supreme treasure into this world, how could he have been slain by a mere Violet Palace?"

The founders of their sects had all reached the Yin Spirit realm. Before ascending to the higher realms, they had left behind powerful treasures to protect their sects. Thus, they were confident in their ability to contend with Violet Palace realm cultivators.

Though they were somewhat intimidated by the one who had destroyed the Fighting God Sect, they did not consider him a threat. Unbeknownst to them, Shengdou had indeed brought his treasure with him. He simply had not had the opportunity to use it. And even if he had, the outcome would not have changed.

A female cultivator said, "Still, the fact remains that he is a Violet Palace cultivator. We must remain cautious."

The others nodded in agreement.

The black-robed leader said hoarsely, "His existence will make our plans considerably more difficult."