The Revenge of the Reborn Supreme Sovereign

When Qin Fan walked out of the office, he found Hua Xiaotian standing outside, stunned motionless. His face was a mask of pure shock as he stared at the floor, which was covered in minced flesh, and at the three upper ninjas with their chests pierced through.

"Is it done?" Qin Fan asked, a slight smile playing on his lips, easily guessing the turmoil in Hua Xiaotian’s heart.

"Yes!" Swallowing hard, Hua Xiaotian raised his head to confirm, then asked in a panicked, disbelieving voice, "Master Qin, how... how did you do this?"

"Are you talking about this?" Qin Fan asked with a sly smile, pointing to the mush on the ground.

Hua Xiaotian nodded wordlessly.

Could the people who served as Yamamoto Ichiro’s ultimate Shield be ordinary? Impossible! Yet they ended up like this at Qin Fan’s hands?

"It was nothing. A single slap was all it took. They were nothing but pushovers. Killing them took no effort at all," Qin Fan said with arrogant laughter. He then walked over and patted Hua Xiaotian’s shoulder. "Don’t just stand there gawking! Let’s go. The next stop is the Jingguo Society. Your real test is yet to come!"

With that, Qin Fan strode resolutely toward the elevator. Watching that slender back retreat, Hua Xiaotian couldn’t stop a surge of fear from rising in his heart.

He realized that his understanding of Qin Fan had only just begun! How could his heart remain so untroubled after killing so many people, many of whom were innocent?

In truth, Hua Xiaotian was simply unaware of Qin Fan’s past on the Cangqiong Continent. In that world, killing one man was a crime, slaughtering thousands made one a hero, and massacring millions made one a hero among heroes. Qin Fan, who had been crowned the Shura Venerable, had long since grown numb to killing. The number he had slain was simply inestimable. Millions? He had probably surpassed that number long ago.

Against such a backdrop, what were kindness, innocence, or guilt? Nothing. To him, such concepts didn’t exist. So, what was slaughtering the mere Yamamoto Group? Let alone a single corporation, he could slaughter the entirety of Japan and his expression wouldn’t change. He would remain completely indifferent.

"Did you really leave no one alive?" Qin Fan suddenly asked as Hua Xiaotian followed him into the elevator.

"Yes! But I’m being crushed by a sense of guilt. Master Qin, to be honest, I never imagined I would treat human life so cheaply! Were there people in the Yamamoto Group who deserved to die? Yes! But most of them were innocent. I feel like I’ve gone mad! Like I’ve become a Butcher!" Hua Xiaotian’s voice was heavy and grave.

Although he hated the Japanese, despising the nation as deeply as millions of his fellow Huaxia citizens, attacking those who were innocent and defenseless... it felt like he had gone too far.

"Do you know the saying, ’The common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure makes him guilty’? Because they are Japanese, and because they belong to the Yamamoto Group, none of them died innocently! As for the guilt you feel, you’ll get used to it. Eventually, you’ll become numb.

"Among all the living beings in this world, if we were to get bogged down by the idea of ’innocence,’ society would have descended into chaos long ago. Killing is the shortcut to becoming stronger! On this path, since we cannot attack our own people, killing the Japanese becomes a resource that Heaven has bestowed upon us.

"They say a general’s success is built on ten thousand bleaching bones. No matter the place or the era, has anyone ever reached the pinnacle without their clothes being dyed in blood? Does anyone stand at the top without a mountain of corpses beneath their feet? I know you might find this viewpoint extreme, but you understand the principle nonetheless.

"Just keep a level head. Killing is a process, a necessary one for any expert on the path to the peak. Isn’t there a saying? ’Murderers and arsonists get rich, while those who build bridges and mend roads die penniless.’ Baseness is the passport of the base, while kindness is the epitaph of the kind. In the same way, getting tangled up in the question of innocence will only get you killed faster. Mercy is almost always a tombstone!"

The sight of a young man, seemingly less than twenty, lecturing a man over fifty created a scene of extreme dissonance. And yet, as Qin Fan spoke, his demeanor was that of an old man who had weathered the vicissitudes of life. If one didn’t look at his face, it would be impossible to tell that this was a teenager.

After a moment of stunned silence, Hua Xiaotian managed to reply, "I have to say, you are truly extreme."

"As long as I can live, as long as I can live well, as long as I can live freely and comfortably, nothing else matters! Extreme or not, who cares! I’ve said it before: I live for the satisfaction of repaying kindness and taking revenge. Isn’t it exhausting to be bogged down by conscience, by mercy and innocence? No wonder Demi Immortal Qilian said your Guardian Institute was nothing but a bunch of pushovers! That’s right! Putting your strength aside for a moment, your accomplishments will always be limited based on that mentality alone!" Qin Fan shook his head.

"Some things are fated. Perhaps it’s just my personality," Hua Xiaotian sighed, unable to agree.

"Bullshit! Any fate can be changed. Did you ever imagine you would slaughter every single person in a corporate skyscraper? No! But now you’ve done it. That is change! So, I’ll say it again: get used to it with a calm mind. Kill enough, and you won’t feel any guilt. As the director of the Huaxia Guardian Institute, you need a decisive heart, one that is ready to kill without hesitation!" Qin Fan scoffed.

However, the moment he finished speaking, his expression flickered. An unexpected, mocking smile crept onto his face.

"What’s wrong?" Hua Xiaotian, who hadn’t yet processed Qin Fan’s words, was startled by this sudden, strange smile. He frowned and blurted out the question.

At that moment, the elevator was halfway down the building.

"Time for another battle," Qin Fan said with a casual grin. But his smile was filled with a surging, bone-chilling coldness.

Time for another battle?

Before Hua Xiaotian could even begin to process Qin Fan’s words—

CRASH!

The lights in the elevator short-circuited, plunging them into darkness.

SWOOSH—!

The elevator car began to plummet toward the ground!

BOOM—!

In the blink of an eye, a thunderous roar echoed as the elevator slammed into the bottom floor.

The instant the elevator crashed to a halt, Hua Xiaotian’s aura flared. His vast energy, hovering on the very threshold of the Gang Jin realm, erupted from his body. Without exchanging a word with Qin Fan, he slammed the back of his hand against the elevator doors.

BANG!!!

A deafening sound erupted. With that single blow, the entire set of doors burst outward, spinning rapidly through the air with terrifying force. If its velocity had been measured, it would have easily clocked in at over a thousand kilometers per hour! An ordinary person would have been killed instantly by the impact. Even an average Grandmaster of the Transformation Realm would have been gravely injured if they had taken the hit recklessly.

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

The moment the doors were blasted away, countless blood-red butterflies began to dance eerily in the lobby of the Yamamoto Group’s building, revealing themselves before Qin Fan and Hua Xiaotian.