Resurrection Empire-Chapter 1081 - 420: Cold-Blooded Monster, Emperor’s Mindset, the Rage of a Lone Warrior in Time (Part 3)

As the door caved in, a crack began to appear in the middle of the rectangular frame. The crack gradually widened and shifted to the sides.

Ren Zhong gently moved his feet, slowly walking forward.

He held two primitive and rustic long knives in his hands.

Under the bright lights, the blades glimmered with a dazzling cold light.

Nine middle-aged men sat neatly inside this not-so-spacious room.

This was the first time Ren Zhong faced these nine old coots who spent most of their time hiding in the shadows yet held firm control over the highest authority in Source Star Society.

Too many "myths" and "legends" about them circulated on Source Star.

Every person growing up on Source Star was instilled with a certain consciousness.

This consciousness did not directly fall on the nine elders but rather on nine massive enterprises that were invincible and irresistible.

In a way, the nine giant enterprises themselves are the manifestation of the influence of the nine frozen elders.

If a normal Source Star person, whether Ying Hao or Ma Xiaocheng or Hewitt, saw these people, they would instinctively bow their heads—this is an overwhelming power pressure ingrained in their genes.

Yet, Ren Zhong was not a Source Star person.

So, he raised his neck, tilted his head, and boldly faced the nine old icicles who had just emerged from human freezing.

It did not take much effort for Ren Zhong to recognize Ying Feng, Barton Augustus, and the Ma Family ancestor based on their facial features.

Both parties silently observed each other, and nearly ten seconds passed in a flash.

The nine sat upright, their expressions solemn and dignified, with a world-conquering aura in their gazes, and a confidence beyond description.

These nine people, just through their facial expressions and subtle body language, created an atmosphere of solemnity and dignity, akin to the feeling when a believer steps into a hall arrayed with the idols of their gods.

Unfortunately, Ren Zhong wasn't buying it.

He had already seen through the bluff of the old icicles. The shock and fear in your pupils were almost overflowing!

Bam!

Ren Zhong suddenly raised the long knife in his right hand, aiming forward.

At that moment, Ren Zhong keenly noticed the pupils of the nine people constricting about an average of 0.01 millimeters.

Look, these are the so-called gods.

Aloft in the clouds, appearing both mysterious and powerful, making mortals worship them endlessly, beyond description.

But when a mortal actually stands before them, wielding a butcher knife, their former glory instantly falls away, and the halo of false history and power surrounding them melts rapidly like ice and snow under the blazing sun.

Ren Zhong also came to a conclusion, only those who truly disregard life and death can become gods.

As soon as gods begin to crave life, fear death, they inevitably fall from grace.

After a moment of silence, Ying Feng was the first to speak, "I know you, you are Ren Zhong, the confidant of my successor Ying Hao. Why are you here? If you have any demands, feel free to speak to us."

Evidently, this was Ying Feng's delaying tactic.

It sounded rather laughable, like the owner of a house asking a knife-wielding intruder breaking into their bedroom in the middle of the night, "What are you here for?"

Ren Zhong even felt like laughing.

But he also understood the predicament of the old icicles at this moment.

Who could have predicted that just when the strongest bodyguard was away, their seemingly impenetrable safe room would be breached?

Ironically, under these frozen elders, there were many super-level professionals, and they controlled numerous Ruined Beasts, yet individually, they were utterly unable to defend themselves, their professional levels close to zero.

Additionally, this small room was an absolute safe haven; they hadn't even prepared a weapon here.

So, regardless of the thousand schemes and myriad plots they held, they had no choice but to bow before the Murdering Knife.

Ren Zhong slowly revealed his mask and said, "You might be seeing me for the first time, not knowing me, only knowing my name, but not knowing who I am. But that's not important; you will soon come to understand who I am."

In the next second, Ren Zhong suddenly moved.

He flashed in front of Barton Augustus and swiftly swung the sharp chopping knife.

Ren Zhong didn't cut off Barton's head with a single slash; he instead sliced through his legs at the knees.

Barton, who was striving to maintain his demeanor a moment before, instinctively curled up his legs, trying to clutch his calves, but grabbed nothing, his palm touching his thigh instead, while the back of his hand was stained red by the gushing blood from the knee.

The other eight were shocked by the sudden turn of events, their pupils shrinking dramatically.

Yet Ren Zhong laughed madly.

"Look, the gods who rule over billions of lives, who decide life and death for millions with a single word, are just this ugly and wretched. How can creatures like you govern the lives of two billion people? What gives you that right?"

Ren Zhong, screaming maniacally, while activating the emergency equipment on the Red Blade Armor.

Two mechanical arms swiftly extended from either side of his waist.

Each mechanical arm topped with a steel needle, precisely piercing under Barton's thigh, injecting a highly effective Blood Coagulation Agent.

Barton Augustus's massive bleeding was stopped, but the intense pain continued torturing him, even more fiercely.

Yes, Ren Zhong had enhanced the Blood Coagulation Agent to increase nerve sensitivity, causing heightened pain equivalent to the experience of Yang Bingzhong, who had once faced a Seventh Level death sentence.

Barton Augustus began to howl miserably.

A cold smile appeared on Ren Zhong's face.

At that moment, he subconsciously began to recall past events.

He remembered Sun Miao's description of the hellish conditions inside Mengdu Group's research headquarters, then he recalled those forced onto white trucks, becoming "volunteers," the desolate people, and finally the piteous cries of those he had to repeatedly push into hell in his quest to reach here.

It was these never-ending painful experiences that almost turned Ren Zhong into a cold-blooded monster.

And the aspiration to change this status quo gradually gave Ren Zhong the same imperial mindset indifferent to life.

He nearly became a numb and unfeeling person.

Luckily, Ma Xiaoling became his anchor this time, pulling him out of hell, preserving his humanity.

It was precisely this humanity that allowed Ren Zhong, the lone brave traveler through time, to accumulate towering fury at this moment.

He exercised no restraint, only frantically venting his fury.

Because the angrier he became, the more he felt that he was still human.