The puppet leader, without warning, threw a punch that landed squarely in the abdomen of a man.
Though this punch had no spiritual energy behind it, the force was immense. The man staggered back several steps, his face contorted with pain and shock.
"Wang Changling Ma! Beat them up!"
The young man with yellow hair shouted, his face instantly turning red, veins bulging from his forehead.
At his call, the brothers who had been feasting at the barbecue stall grabbed beer bottles and skewers, rushing toward the puppets with an angry roar.
But how could these ordinary men stand against the puppets? Even without using spiritual power, the puppets' bodies, enhanced by corpses, far surpassed ordinary humans in strength.
Fang Zheng wasn't in a hurry to kill them. He viewed them as "sparring partners" to improve his puppet control skills.
Eight excited young men rushed forward, throwing punches and kicks, their attacks looking fierce.
But the puppets, aided by shared vision, knew their every move. With ease, they sidestepped, leaned back, and occasionally extended a hand to lightly push, sending the young men tumbling to the ground, causing the surrounding onlookers to burst into laughter.
The crowd treated it as a street performance, pulling out their phones to film and share the spectacle while laughing and chatting.
Suddenly, a muffled "whoosh" sound rang out. A puppet moved with lightning speed, piercing one of the young men's chest.
Hot blood spurted from the wound, and the puppet swiftly pulled out the still-beating heart, crushing it in its hand.
"Ah! They killed someone!"
A scream of horror echoed, and in an instant, chaos erupted at the barbecue stall. People ran in all directions in panic.
Some pulled out their phones to call the Safety Bureau, their voices trembling.
...Fengqing City Safety Bureau...
The Safety Bureau, like a police station, handled things differently. While the police dealt with mundane matters in the human world, the Safety Bureau was the sword of Damocles hanging over the world of cultivators, tasked with managing law-breaking cultivators.
Each member of the Safety Bureau was a cultivator, with great power. They could directly kill those who broke the rules without the need for arrest.
"Brother Zhang, you know the legend about the Goddess Nuwa creating humans from clay? I found proof today!"
A voice filled with excitement broke the peaceful atmosphere of the Safety Bureau's office area.
The speaker was the newcomer Su Yu, a cultivator at the fifth level of Qi Refining, and he was a talkative type who couldn't stay still.
"Hmm? What proof?"
Zhang Yuting, who had been drawing talismans, stopped and looked at Su Yu with a puzzled expression.
Su Yu, with a serious face and gleaming eyes, replied:
"Isn't it the proof when you scrub yourself in the bath?"
Zhang Yuting's face immediately went blank. His mouth slightly opened in bewilderment, internally thinking that the Safety Bureau had clearly recruited cultivators, so why was this guy acting like he had escaped from a mental institution?
"What's wrong, Brother Zhang? Am I wrong?"
Su Yu, seeing Zhang Yuting's reaction, was unwilling to back down and wanted to continue arguing.
At this moment, the office door swung open, and Summer Wanling walked in with quick strides.
She was the team leader of the seventh squad of the Safety Bureau, at the early stage of Foundation Building.
Wearing black tactical clothing that outlined her long figure, with short and neat hair, her eyes were sharp.
She scanned the room and said decisively:
"Alright, we've received a report that a cultivator has killed someone in public in Beixian County. Seventh squad, follow me."
The Safety Bureau had eight teams, each consisting of ten people, and each team had a Foundation Building leader. Above the leaders were Golden Core experts, but they mostly stayed in the Bureau.
Meanwhile, Fang Zheng had nearly wiped out the entire town's residents. The streets were littered with bodies, blood flowing in rivers towards the distance.
In the midst of this bloody slaughter, his control over the puppets had become more refined. Even five puppets could work in perfect coordination.
At the same time, Fang Cang appeared before Fang Zheng, expressing his desire to venture out on his own. Fang Zheng agreed, wanting to see how far Fang Cang could go.
In the town, Fang Zheng had recalled two of the puppets, leaving one behind to continue the massacre.
There was no particular reason for it, just to satisfy his twisted thirst for bloodshed.
At this moment, the puppet extended its steel-like arm and grabbed a five-year-old girl by the neck.
The girl's face was streaked with tears, and her small hands struggled desperately as her legs kicked helplessly in the air.
In this critical moment, an enraged roar sounded from the distance, like thunder cracking the sky.
Immediately after, a blazing fireball, accompanied by a scorching heatwave, shot toward the puppet.
"Seal technique, Absorption!"
Fang Zheng remained calm, controlling the puppet to stretch out its right hand and steadily catch the fireball.
The fireball rolled violently in the puppet's hand, shrinking rapidly before being completely absorbed, leaving only a faint wisp of smoke.
"We are from the Safety Bureau! Put down that girl immediately!"
A clear, angry voice followed.
Fang Zheng looked up to see a strikingly beautiful woman, her lithe figure sprinting toward him.
Fang Zheng's eyes unconsciously scanned downward, and the words "no chest" suddenly flashed in his mind, an utterly flat figure.
"Pervert, what are you looking at? Put the girl down! And by the way, I'm just not fully developed yet!"
Summer Wanling, sharp-eyed, caught Fang Zheng's malicious gaze. Embarrassed and angry, she shouted.
Fang Zheng's gaze sharpened, and his lips curled into a cruel smile. He nodded slightly.
The next moment, the puppet's strong fingers tightened.
With a sharp "crack," the little girl's neck snapped, her small body collapsing like a wilted flower onto the ground.
"You're a beast! Kill him!"
Summer Wanling, furious, her eyes bloodshot, angrily commanded her team.
She stared intently at every movement of Fang Zheng. His provocative gestures felt like a knife, deeply cutting into her nerves and igniting a fire of rage in her heart.
Zhang Yuting reacted quickly. He furrowed his brows and suddenly reached into his robes, pulling out three explosive talismans.
With a shout, he infused his spiritual power into the talismans, which flew like darts toward Fang Zheng.
At the same time, Summer Wanling formed seals with her hands, conjuring several fireballs, which whistled through the air as they bombarded Fang Zheng.
"Shinra Tensei!"
In an instant, a massive, invisible force exploded from the puppet, sending the talismans and fireballs flying away. The fireballs detonated in the distance.
Immediately, the puppet made rapid hand seals, summoning three more puppets out of thin air.
"Damn it! He has accomplices! Let's go together!"
Summer Wanling gritted her teeth and ordered, leading her team toward Fang Zheng with a furious charge.
Fang Zheng, watching the scene unfold, muttered to himself, "Morons."