Chapter 1 With One Step, All Dharma Vanishes

With a deity's supreme control over the physical body, even being spun in a centrifuge for a day wouldn't cause them to fall.

But at this moment, Garuda fell head over heels, hitting the ground so hard he bled.

Above the high-rise, several snipers' hands trembled, unable to pull the trigger.

That was Garuda, the number one assassin in the dark world. For decades, if he wanted to kill someone, he always succeeded. Yet now, in just a few seconds, he was sent flying.

Such a person, such a person, how dare they attack?

More importantly, no matter how they aimed, they couldn't lock onto the target's location. Firing in this situation was impossible.

Amidst the screams of the crowd, Garuda slowly raised his head, his body gradually regaining control.

"Brahma, Great Brahma..."

His face twitched uncontrollably.

This wasn't just his heart shaking, but his muscles and membranes were trembling violently, trying to dissipate the force.

This collision force was too strange. Even he couldn't dispel it, so he could only let it tremble and fluctuate. He couldn't move in a short time.

He knew it was because An Qisheng had no intention of killing him.

Otherwise, his entire body would have been shattered by the force.

Such power was beyond human capabilities.

*Clatter*

At this moment, a piece of wood fell in front of him.

Garuda was stunned.

It was a locust wood token engraved with some kind of pattern.

What was this?

.......

"Garuda, defeated..."

On the observation deck, Yan Changsha's eyelids twitched. He finally stood up, unable to remain seated.

"What? Garuda was defeated so quickly?"

The other members of the Beggar Taoist Society were in uproar.

Garuda was the number one assassin in the dark web. For decades, he had walked the underground world, with countless souls under his hand, from gang bosses to warlords. He had never been defeated.

He was known as the Grandmaster with the greatest killing intent among those who had seen the divine.

None of them thought he could kill An Qisheng, but how long had it been before he was defeated?

He had been running for half a day and fought several battles. Was his stamina inexhaustible?

"Leader, this time, we're in trouble."

The old man on the left tapped his pipe and stood up, looking at Yan Changsha: "Your decision may not have been the right choice, but now that things have come to this, there must be an end!"

Conflict was inevitable, or rather, the Beggar Taoist Society had never intended to avoid conflict.

Blood for blood was an eternal principle.

"That's right! The Beggar Taoist Society has been established for three hundred years. We have never surrendered to the great powers on the battlefield, nor have we bowed our heads to other countries after moving overseas. Just one person! If we fight him together, he may not be able to defeat us!"

A short, middle-aged man stood up and shouted.

His voice was loud, and his vocal power had reached a very high level, but everyone heard the fear in his voice.

What did he mean by "fight him together and he may not be able to defeat us?"

Did he think that man was Zhang Sanfeng?

Immediately, someone was displeased. It was the tall, black man, two meters tall and as burly as a bear:

"Kou Tianjiao, are you scared witless?! If we all gang up on one person, won't we be laughed at by other organizations overseas!"

"Kratos!"

Kou Tianjiao slammed the table and stood up.

There were many factions within the Beggar Taoist Society. Experts of various skin colors and countries disliked each other, and conflicts often occurred.

"Enough!"

Yan Changsha snorted coldly.

A powerful mental shock silenced everyone.

"The Beggar Taoist Society has established itself overseas by sticking together. If the leader is killed and we don't say anything, there's no need for us to exist in the overseas underground world!"

Yan Changsha glanced at everyone, his eyes cold:

"The British Empire, Fascist France, the Golden Eagle Nation, Italy, we have survived so many repressions, what is there to fear from one person?"

Established overseas.

How much hardship and killing did those four short words contain?

Overseas, there were numerous countries, and the situation was extremely complex. There were countless terrorist organizations, assassin organizations, large consortia, and aristocratic families. If they wanted to seize territory, what could they rely on?

"That's right! What does my Beggar Taoist Society and the Dragon City Group rely on for our nearly trillion-dollar market value? Is it compromise?"

The pipe-smoking old man, Geng Chenglong, also nodded:

"Whether he is a man or a god, if he dares to come to our door, he will have to pay the price!"

Geng Chenglong was very old and experienced. In his youth, he was also a ruthless character. Before Mu Longcheng, his fierce reputation was the greatest.

He was the first to shave the heads of certain big figures!

"Oh? Pay the price? What price are you going to make me pay? And how are you going to make me pay?"

Just as everyone's emotions seemed to be stirred up, they suddenly heard a calm voice.

Everyone's expression changed.

They looked down from the observation deck.

Before the tall tower, in the huge God of War Square, a man was walking slowly.

At this time, the sun was setting in the west, and the slanting sunlight stretched his shadow very long.

There were many people in the God of War Square at this time, and various tourists were still taking pictures and playing, but as he walked alone, he attracted everyone's attention.

It was as if he was the center of the world!

From more than a thousand meters away, everyone could hear the low, drum-like footsteps.

An Qisheng!

An inexplicable oppression was brewing in everyone's hearts.

"Acting mysterious!"

In the midst of the oppressive atmosphere, Geng Chenglong snorted coldly:

"Let the old man see how great you are!"

With that, he turned and went out.

Yan Changsha took a deep look at An Qisheng, who was walking slowly in the square, and also turned and went out.

*Whoosh*

A slightly warm air current blew across their faces.

An Qisheng looked calmly at the experts of the Beggar Taoist Society who were streaming out in front of the tower.

Yan Changsha, Geng Chenglong, Kratos, Kou Tianjiao.......

The most well-known experts of the Beggar Taoist Society seemed to have all arrived here. It seemed that their informants in the country were very impressive.......

The experts of the Beggar Taoist Society were all majestic and cold. Dozens of them standing together immediately made the nearby tourists retreat and avoid them, not daring to approach.

"An Qisheng!"

From hundreds of meters away, Geng Chenglong took a step forward and vibrated his qi to speak: "You killed the leader of my Beggar Taoist Society, and we haven't sought revenge yet, but you dare to come to our door?!"

With this shout, the air currents danced wildly, like an air cannon exploding in the air.

The tourists who were close felt a buzzing vibration in their ears.

"Why wouldn't I dare?"

An Qisheng didn't stop walking, and when he heard this, he only responded indifferently:

"You have lived a long life. Although your talent is shallow and you haven't become a deity, you should also know that those who have seen the divine seek good fortune and avoid misfortune, and the cicada knows when the autumn wind has not yet moved. Although you have not targeted me, I will not wait until you target me before taking revenge."

Killing people, destroying their hearts, and eradicating roots were the eternal principles in the martial world. Although there was no longer a martial world in the ordinary sense, wherever there were people, there was a jianghu (martial world).

The Beggar Taoist Society was vaguely known as the number one terrorist organization in the world.

Mu Longcheng's death would inevitably lead to revenge. Everyone knew this, and he naturally understood it too.

Although Da Xuan was one of the two poles of the world, a mercenary forbidden zone, it might not be able to stop all revenge.

Therefore, eliminating future troubles was very necessary for An Qisheng.

Waiting until everything happened would be too late.

"You!"

Geng Chenglong's face was angry.

"Alright."

Yan Changsha had already stepped forward and shielded him behind him, looking at An Qisheng, he said lightly:

"Favors must be repaid, and revenge must be taken. At this moment, saying anything else is meaningless. Whatever moves you have, I will naturally take them all."

"Good!"

An Qisheng nodded slightly and took a step forward.