Chapter 821

“Dao Mirror?”

“What kind of trash is a Dao Mirror?”

Hearing this, the dog couldn’t hold back. It lifted its head and barked, “Get lost right now! If you disturb my big bro while he’s earning his fast-food money, you’ll regret it.”

“Such arrogance. Seems you’re refusing a favor when it’s offered,” Zhao Qi sneered, his face darkening. “I was trying to save resources and settle this peacefully, but since you’re so insolent, don’t blame us for what comes next. Even if it costs us some resources, we’ll make sure you perish.”

Yet, the moment he finished speaking, Lu Benwei cast him a disdainful sidelong glance.

“Annoying.”

With a casual flick of his wrist, he tossed the demon core he’d been fiddling with toward the spirit ark.

“Hah!”

“Pfft—hahaha!”

Zhao Qi burst into mocking laughter.

“Throwing a demon core at us?”

“This guy must’ve realized we’re untouchable inside the spirit ark and is just throwing a tantrum.”

“Exactly. Hurling a demon core like some brat in a playground fight—do they really think it’ll even scratch our ark’s defenses?”

“Hahaha, this is honestly the funniest thing I’ve seen all day.”

For a moment, the group surrounding Zhao Qi erupted in jeering laughter, their voices dripping with mockery as they watched the demon core fly toward them.

So, they did nothing to stop it, merely staring with contempt as it closed in.

**BOOM!**

A deafening explosion rocked the spirit ark, sending violent tremors through its hull.

In the next instant, the demon core tore through the ark’s supposedly impregnable defenses like paper.

A gaping hole was blown open in the ark’s side, and the core shot straight into the interior.

The scene froze the smirks on Zhao Qi and his companions’ faces.

They stood there, utterly dumbfounded.

“H-how… is this possible?”

Zhao Qi’s eyes bulged, his expression one of sheer disbelief.

This spirit ark was the pride of their Skywall Sect—their ultimate trump card. It was why their sect, despite being only at the Tribulation Gate level, could force countless other Tribulation Gate sects to bow before them.

Tribulation Realm experts, the strongest of their rank, couldn’t so much as scratch the ark’s defenses.

Only a **Dao Mirror** expert could break through.

And yet—

Some random guy had just **flicked a demon core** and shattered their defenses like it was nothing?

What the hell…

At that moment, Zhao Qi and his group felt their brains short-circuit.

This defied all logic.

But there was no time to process it.

The moment the demon core entered the ark, it punched straight through one elder’s chest.

After killing the first, it shot toward the next without slowing.

Strangely, the core seemed to have a mind of its own—it only targeted those who had laughed alongside Zhao Qi.

In mere breaths, every single one of the jeering elders lay dead, their corpses strewn across the deck. Only Zhao Qi remained, his soul practically fleeing his body in terror.

Then—

The core locked onto him.

It shot straight for his chest.

Zhao Qi’s pupils shrank to pinpricks. He scrambled backward, stumbling until his back hit the wall. With nowhere left to run, he threw up his hands and screamed.

“No, no, NO!”

“I was wrong, Senior! I was wrong! I shouldn’t have threatened you! Please, spare me! I BEG YOU—”

His pleas were cut short.

His expression froze.

His voice died in his throat.

Looking down, he saw the demon core embedded in his chest.

“I… I…”

His lips moved soundlessly.

Then, his body went limp, sliding down the wall before collapsing to the floor—lifeless.

After the massacre, the demon core flew back out through the hole it had made, returning to Lu Benwei’s hand as if nothing had happened.

But the surviving elders didn’t dare breathe.

The stench of blood filled the air. The corpses at their feet rendered them mute, their throats tight with dread.

**Drip… drip…**

A faint sound broke the silence—likely some elder wetting himself in fear.

No one dared laugh.

“RUN!”

After what felt like an eternity, one elder finally shrieked.

The others snapped out of their stupor, moving like they’d seen a ghost.

With frantic haste, they seized control of the spirit ark and—

**WHOOSH!**

It vanished into the horizon faster than any of them had ever fled in their lives.