Chapter 151: The Combat Power Situation of the Other World

At some unknown moment, everything around seemed to have returned to normal.

The sunlight from outside poured into the supermarket, which had just been pitch black, driving away the darkness and bringing in radiance.

This light gradually illuminated the faces of the surviving police officers. They now looked normal, yet seemed abnormal in an entirely different way.

Because without exception, their bodies were completely covered in blood.

Around them lay weapons whose residual heat had not yet fully dissipated, while before them stretched a vast, countless mass of corpses.

These bodies were riddled with dense bullet holes; it went without saying what had caused their deaths.

"How is this possible... How can this be? Just now, these guys were clearly monsters."

Before they could process what was happening, the entire supermarket was flooded with a large number of people dressed in black suits and wearing sunglasses.

No expression could be read on their faces. The very moment they entered, they subdued all the surviving police officers on the spot and took them under control.

One of the men in black held a long straw-like device, from which he exhaled a puff of white vapor. This vapor instantly condensed in the air, shifting and morphing continuously.

In the end, it actually formed the shape of a deeply eerie human figure.

At the sight of this, all the men in black narrowed their eyes.

For this meant that there were indeed abnormal energy fluctuations here, which in turn meant that the events that had transpired here were far from ordinary.

"Which organization do you belong to, Your Excellency? Would you care to step out and speak?"

They knew that anyone capable of causing such a massive commotion—and daring enough to do so—was unlikely to be acting alone. They must possess immense personal strength while backed by a powerful organization.

Therefore, they did not act rashly, hoping instead to lure the other party out for negotiations.

To be frank, killing so many people was a blatant provocation against the nation of Chinan.

Yet Chinan was a relatively humble and weak nation; if some major organization were deliberately targeting them here, there was little they could do.

"I am rather curious about where you people usually hide. Why didn't I sense your auras at all when I walked around this city?"

An intensely bizarre voice rang out.

It was a sound none of the men in black had ever heard in their lives, chilling them straight to the bone.

Terrified, they looked at one another, searching for the origin of the voice.

The very next second, however, that voice echoed directly in every single one of their ears.

"Ah, it turns out your auras are simply too feeble. I subconsciously mistook you for ordinary mortals."

Just as the voice faded, they quickly raised their heads to look, only to see a colossal, eerie red humanoid figure materializing suspended in mid-air.

"A... a vengeful spirit!"

Clearly, they recognized what kind of entity Xiao Zi was.

Vengeful spirits did exist in this world, serving as virtually the only type of supernatural entity.

Yet the difference between this world and Xiao Zi's origin was that vengeful spirits here were extremely weak creatures—merely monsters formed when ordinary people died harboring intense grievances.

A vengeful spirit might manage to scare an ordinary person, but as for killing them...

That was absolute nonsense.

However, feeling the overwhelming, unimaginably powerful aura radiating from Xiao Zi, they each instantly dismissed that thought.

An entity of this caliber could never be anything as low-level as a standard vengeful spirit.

To their surprise, Xiao Zi openly admitted it: "Indeed, I am a vengeful spirit. Would you care to introduce yourselves?"

Hearing this, everyone relaxed somewhat.

Regardless of whether the other party's words were true or false.

The fact that they had not resorted to their overwhelming strength to slaughter them immediately meant there was still room for negotiation.

"We are from the Chinan Supernatural Association, an official organization of the Chinan government."

Upon hearing this, however, Xiao Zi seemed somewhat displeased. He swooped straight down, stopping right in front of the person who had spoken.

The bone-chilling aura emanating from his body battered against the man, raising goosebumps all over his skin.

"I asked about your strength, and where your capabilities rank in this world. Spare me the irrelevant details."

This left everyone dumbfounded. Given how terrifyingly powerful the being was, could he really not sense what level their auras were at?

Puzzled yet terrified of Xiao Zi, they answered honestly.

Synthesizing their responses, Xiao Zi finally formed a clear picture.

They were frontline personnel of the Chinan Supernatural Association, sitting at the very bottom of the power hierarchy, at what they called the Spirit-Entering Realm.

Their team leader possessed the highest cultivation among them, standing at the Body-Tempering Realm.

"Why do these realm names sound straight out of some web novel? Do you know what realm the strongest person in this world has attained? How do they compare to me?"

"The strongest person?" The man in black instantly fell into a dilemma, the image of Medusa flashing through his mind.

Yet remembering that she seemed to have died some time ago, and then recalling the countless contenders currently fighting for the title of world's strongest, he suddenly realized the entity was asking about cultivation realms, and hastily replied:

"The most powerful beings have reached the Divine Martial Realm. I've never come into contact with such entities, so I don't know the gap between you and them, but I feel like you should be stronger than them."

"And what realms are encompassed beneath that?"

"Below Divine Martial is True Martial, below True Martial is Breath-Nurturing, and below Breath-Nurturing is Body-Tempering."

Xiao Zi calculated mentally. If these tiers corresponded to the ABC system of his past life, Body-Tempering would be equivalent to D-rank, making the peak Divine Martial merely A-rank?

Was this world truly this pathetic?

Realizing, however, that it was likely because these people were simply too weak to come into contact with that upper echelon, Xiao Zi eased his mind.

"Where on earth is that kid Wang Hui? He's so far away that even the Demonic Seed can't sense him. Could he really be lost in that damned space?"

Shaking his head, he preferred to believe that Wang Hui was simply at an immense distance, preventing any connection even through the Demonic Seed.

If that truly was the case, creating a massive commotion probably wouldn't help the fellow find him. It seemed he would have to take the initiative to track him down.

Yet doing so would consume a vast amount of time and energy, and relying solely on himself was out of the question.

At that thought, he looked once more at the group of men in black before him: "You said you belong to the Chinan government's official organization, correct?"

The man in black nodded blankly upon hearing this.

"Where does your nation rank in this world?"

If they had been merely curious about Xiao Zi's previous questions, they were now completely bewildered.

How many countries were there in this world to begin with?

And while their nation of Chinan was weak, that was only relative; in this world, they firmly held a peak T2 standing.

Surely this being couldn't be completely ignorant of that, could they?

Could he be some supreme expert who had just emerged from seclusion, having cultivated to the point where even his physical body had dissolved?

At this thought, everything suddenly seemed to make sense.

"Our Chinan is neither the strongest nor the weak; after all, we have three True Martial-level masters holding down the fort."

Pride was evident in the man's tone as he spoke.

Yet as Xiao Zi calculated, wasn't this True Martial realm merely equivalent to B-rank?

He blurted out instinctively: "That weak?"