A tall man opened his mouth, as if to shout a scolding, but before his voice could escape, his life had already slipped away. Zhang Yuanqing glanced several times, confirming that he was truly dead, before turning to his younger sister-in-law. Jiang Yuwei stared in utter astonishment, her mouth agape, wide enough to fit an egg, unable to believe what had just happened to her nephew. She looked at him with disbelief. I like this expression... Zhang Yuanqing lowered his gaze, glanced at the middle-aged female doctor crouching beneath the table, trembling, and then raised his hand to knock her unconscious. The doctor groaned and collapsed sideways. Zhang Yuanqing sheathed his hand blade, instinctively feeling that it was too abrupt, too impolite, yet finding it perfectly natural, so he didn't dwell on it and turned to his sister-in-law. "Yuan... Yuanzi..." The sister-in-law stammered, her bright eyes filled with astonishment and bewilderment, as though she couldn't process the sudden appearance of her nephew here. Yet within that astonishment and confusion, there was also a deep joy—like the very person she most trusted and needed at her most vulnerable moment had appeared out of "Jiang Yu E" let out a cry, like a young swallow settling into a forest, embracing her nephew and softly weeping. Zhang Yuanqing gently patted his aunt's back, whispering in reassurance, "Now isn't the time to explain. Just stay here. I'll handle those villains. If you have any concerns, come to my room in the evening—we'll talk then." With the villains causing such a commotion, everyone who survived would have to sign confidentiality agreements. And since her aunt had personally witnessed the Fire Master's actions and her own appearance, the existence of "supernatural abilities" could no longer be concealed. Moreover, Zhang Yuanqing had come hastily without changing his appearance—since the spiritual realm had no mechanism to erase someone's identity, he might as well reveal himself openly. Zhang Yuanqing believed that saving his family didn't require concealment, and he had initially hesitated to break the quietness of their daily lives. Now that his aunt had become involved in the spiritual realm's heroes' affairs, he felt it was best to let things unfold naturally. "Don't go," Jiang Yu E clung tightly to her nephew's waist, her voice filled with fear, "they have guns." Zhang Yuanqing wasn't used to such close contact. He gently pushed her away and whispered, "There's a bomb downstairs. If we don't eliminate them now, everyone in the hospital will die—believe me." He adopted a serious expression, and then saw his aunt sniffle and nod obediently. Zhang thought to himself: "Now I truly have the air of a mature, independent leader—my commanding presence has even impressed my aunt." He indicated for his aunt to sit down and then pondered his next move, quickly assessing the strengths and weaknesses of both sides. Li Xianzong's main weakness was time—he absolutely couldn't linger at the hospital too long. If the other district's officials or even the elders arrived, Li Xianzong would surely be defeated. Therefore, this cunning spirit of the demon's strategy must be to press the "Original Heavenly Sovereign" into the hospital as swiftly as possible and then trigger the bomb. The bomb was the attackers' strength—once detonated, it would cause widespread casualties, making it a major news story. All official officials from Kangyang District would have to face disciplinary action. Therefore, the most crucial task ahead is to eliminate the bomb. "The remote control for the bomb is definitely not in Li Xianzong's hands. He launched this terrorist attack by leveraging the very idea of the mysterious judge, 'the servant,' who would sacrifice himself completely—his attack was a suicide mission. Li Xianzong, however, will not make such a sacrifice. In his mind, how could the lives of ordinary people possibly matter compared to his own?" "There are still five perpetrators remaining. I won't be able to eliminate all of them quickly, so securing the remote control is key." Zhang Yuanqing's thinking was exceptionally clear—he swiftly devised a plan: first, eliminate the perpetrators who control the bomb's remote, thereby neutralizing the threat, and then proceed with a more strategic approach. How to secure the remote control? Zhang Yuanqing decided to consult the spirits, seeking clues from this fire master. With the idea formed, he immediately acted. Black energy surged in his eyes, and he communicated with the lingering spirits within the corpse, summoning them and swallowing them whole. Jiang Yu-ye widened her eyes, her eyelids slightly red, looking confused and uncertain—just like a young girl who didn't quite understand what was happening but was too timid to ask questions. After several seconds, Zhang Yuanqing opened his eyes, his face looking extremely distressed. “I’m fine…” Zhang Yuanqing waved his hand, then felt his phone vibrate. Li Dongze sent a message: “Yuan Captain will arrive in two minutes.” Teng Yuan raised his hand and pressed it to his ear, speaking softly: "Did you hear?" The wireless microphone carried Li Dongze's voice: "He's lying to you. There are bombs on both the first and second floors, but the control panel for the first-floor bomb is in the hands of the attackers on the second floor. As soon as you enter, the second-floor attackers will trigger the first-floor bomb." Teng Yuan: "How do you know this?" Li Dongze: "Yuan Shi has already infiltrated the hospital. He eliminated one of the attackers and obtained intelligence through the Ling system." Teng Yuan: "This kid is really reassuring. I'll give him a raise soon." Li Dongze: "... I'm the chief officer here!" Li Dongze: "Don't go in yet. Act hesitant—how long you can hold off depends on the situation. Li Xianzong is keeping a close watch on you." Teng Yuan: "Let me calculate the timing. The steward and the other teams are on their way. Have you considered—why is Li Xianzong still willing to stay at the hospital? What's his confidence and strength based on?" Li Dongze: "So you're saying he has confidence in being able to escape..." Mid-sentence, Li Dongze shifted his tone: "Yuan Ting has arrived and is ready to move—Teng Yuan, assess the situation and provide support." Teng Yuan: "Understood." ... Yuan Ting has entered the hospital. He will handle the attackers on the first floor; you'll take care of the second. Three seconds from now, I'll have Wang Tai cut the hospital's surveillance system." The phone vibrated gently. Zhang Yuanqing read the message and silently counted: one, two, three... He stepped into the night, moving swiftly and freely, like a wild horse. On the other side, in the control room, Li Xianzong shifted his gaze from Teng Yuan, glanced at the time, then swept his eyes over the first, second, and fourth floors. He didn't have much time left. This strategy relied on time advantage—keeping the pace would eventually lead to certain defeat. He had to evacuate within five minutes at most. Thinking this, Li Xianzong instinctively reached into his pocket to check that his supplies were still there. This artifact lacks offensive power, yet it's of a high level—no one can contain him unless they employ some special containment measures. This is the confidence that enables him to take risks and launch surprise attacks. After all, in a major city, unless one is determined to die, even a master at the Saint stage would hesitate to pull off such tactics. Suddenly, he frowns, picks up the walkie-talkie: "Four, show me where you are, Four, show me where you are…" Silence fills the channel—no one responds. Li Xianzong raises an eyebrow and turns to ask, "Five, what's going on?" The slender man from the fourth-floor waiting room grabs the walkie-talkie and replies with a chuckle, "Four's busy playing games with someone inside—reports say she's a real gem." "Go check on him—I suspect Yuan Shǐ Tian Zūn has already infiltrated." "But he's right there at the entrance, isn't he?" Li Xianzong scoffs, "Officially they say so—do you believe that?" The lean man immediately abandoned the hostage and headed toward the obstetrics corridor. At the same time, Li Xianzong noticed the surveillance screens, each flickering and now displaying snow patterns. It's happening! Li Xianzong issued orders through the intercom: "Someone has cut off the surveillance feeds—trigger the explosion immediately." "...Someone has cut off the surveillance feeds—trigger the explosion immediately..." The perpetrators on the second floor received the message via intercom. Among them, a dark-skinned, quiet man moved without hesitation, reaching into his pocket. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time—since he learned of Black Immortal's death and the Holy Cup falling into official hands, his life had been nothing but despair. A life of despair should finally blaze with brilliant splendor. "Bang! Bang!" As his fingers touched the detonator, two bullets exploded in his back of the skull. The force and the burst of flame sent him staggering, his body tilting backward and retreating unsteadily. Instead of the expected splattering of brain matter, he remained intact—a mere earth spirit. Behind the two defenders, the attackers emerged—youthful in appearance, their faces scorched with black and red streaks. Prepared for the sudden assault, the two assailants immediately reacted: one raised his rifle to fire, the other continuing the interrupted "explosion process." "Pock-pock-pock…" The bullets struck the attackers, yet seemed to hit only reflections. He locked onto the only other suspect posing a threat and charged toward him. "Damn!" His companion, expression grim, cursed, stepping back while aiming his gun at the earth monster and pulling the trigger. "Bang! Bang! Bang..." The bullets struck the monster's head, as if hitting a steel exoskeleton, scattering like shrapnel and sending the hostages into a state of panic, shrieking and scrambling to escape. The man with a serious expression dropped his empty gun, sidestepped the monster's wild punches, and reached into the suspect's pocket. He needed the detonator. At that moment, with a glance to his side, the man noticed the attacker reappearing several meters to the left—different from the earlier phantom—now wearing a pair of black-framed glasses. The attacker raised his gun and aimed directly at him. "Crack!" The large-caliber pistol erupted in smoke and flame; the red-hot projectiles spun rapidly, splashing water in a spray across the suspect's body, much like pebbles tossed into a pond. He's a water spirit! He can temporarily ignore any physical attacks. The man with a gloomy expression smiled scornfully at the attacker, successfully inserting his hand into the earth monster's pants pocket. But just then, the attacker dropped his pistol, and suddenly had an extra pair of crimson half-fingered gloves on both hands. He clenched his fists and slammed them together against his chest. "Boom!" Flames and hot gusts surged, as if a high-explosive hand grenade had exploded in the waiting room, shaking the walls and licking at flammable objects. The water spirit and the earth monster were both thrown backward by the force of the blast. Fortunately, the earlier combat had already scattered the nearby hostages, otherwise this single explosion would have claimed most of them. Of course, it was precisely because the hostages had escaped that Zhang Yuanqing dared to use this move. He picked up the shattered pistol from the ground and fired at the water spirit, forcing him to keep rolling. As he fired, Zhang Yuanqing advanced steadily toward the dazed earth monster, moving like a cold, detached assassin navigating through a barrage of gunfire. At this moment, the earth monster shook its head and staggered to its feet. Zhang Yuanqing leaped into the air, kneeling both knees against the monster's cervical vertebrae, causing it to collapse back to the ground. With one hand gripping the air, he plucked out a silver-bladed fragment measuring forty centimeters in length, raising it high. The monster drove the spear firmly downward into its back. "Hoo!" The blood-thirsty blade's penetration effect instantly shattered the earth monster's proud defense, the blade piercing through the skull. The monster ceased struggling immediately. Meanwhile, the water spirit fled toward the deeper part of the consultation area. Zhang Yuanqing paid no attention to the retreating water spirit and retrieved the detonator from the earth monster's pocket. Just as he finished securing it, a heavy thudding sound came from the corridor outside the examination hall. Turning toward the sound, he saw Yuan Ting. The river king wore black slacks and a black shirt, exuding an indescribable elegance. Beside him stood a tall, broad-shouldered man with a pale complexion and stiff expression, his fingers black and sharp, his eyes cloudy. This was a zombie. "The two attackers downstairs are taken care of, the hostages have been released—have you secured the detonator?" Yuan Ting spoke rapidly. "I've also handled my end," Zhang Yuanqing said, shifting his gaze from the zombies. "But one water spirit escaped, and there's still one attacker on the fourth floor—yes, Li Xianzong as well." The execution had gone smoother than expected. With the bombs neutralized, the hostages could now evacuate. Given the current number of assailants, it would be difficult to regain control of the hostages. Moreover, Li Dongze and the others must have already begun their operations. Yuan Ting nodded. "Well done—your progress has been impressive. Brother Sun is clearly out of touch. Don't waste time; head to the fourth floor." As he finished speaking, a sudden mist began to spread throughout the area. A thick, white haze enveloped the view, obscuring not only the surroundings but also Yuan Ting himself from Zhang Yuanqing's sight. "Be cautious—the stage of the spirit-being known as the 'Mist Sovereign' is called the 'Mist Master.' When they fight in dense fog, they are invincible. This must be Li Xianzong's artifact..." Yuan Silence surrounded him. Zhang Yuanqing could no longer tell east from west, and it seemed as though the entire world had shrunk down to just him.