I’m a Max-Level Taoist Master, and You’re Throwing Me Into a Rules-Based Horror Game?! - Chapter 90

Chapter 90: Superhuman? Now THAT’S What You Call Superhuman! (Please Subscribe, Please Vote!)

Old Smokey was utterly dumbfounded.

Thirty? Brother, you could wipe out three hundred without breaking a sweat!

Hell, you could probably do it lying down!

For a moment, he was too stunned to even respond.

“Sorry about the mess. You don’t mind, do you?” Zhang Yangqing broke the silence casually.

Old Smokey waved his hands frantically. “No, no, not at all!”

Mind? Do I look suicidal?

One wrong word, and I’d be another splatter on these walls.

On the live broadcast screens across Dragon Country, viewers’ jaws hit the floor—some so wide you could fit two or three eggs in them.

A few even forgot to breathe, nearly passing out from sheer disbelief.

The chat, after a brief pause, exploded.

[Comments Section]

• Holy mother of— I always joked that Zhang Tian-shi was godlike, but he’s LITERALLY A GOD!

• Am I dreaming? Did he just one-shot them all?

• I didn’t even see how those beasts died! It was over in a blink!

• My dad asked why I was kneeling in front of the screen. I asked why HE was kneeling too!

• This isn’t human. If you told me he was an immortal, I’d believe you.

• I apologize for doubting Zhang Tian-shi for even a second. I was wrong!

• I used to think he was arrogant. Turns out he was just stating facts.

• Is there ANYTHING in this entire challenge that could make him sweat?

• Putting him in this difficulty is an insult to his skills… but we’d be doomed without him.

It wasn’t just Dragon Country viewers. The entire world was witnessing something unforgettable.

People from other nations thought their own “superhumans” were impressive—until they saw theirs cower before a single monster, scrambling out windows in terror.

Now, those so-called “elites” paled in comparison.

This was what real power looked like.

[Global Chat]

• God… am I looking at God? (IP: Noodle Country)

• Now I get why he’s never nervous. With that power, why would he be? (IP: Eagle Country)

• If I had Dragon Country’s superhuman’s strength, I’d nap in a graveyard. (IP: Kimchi Country)

• Merde! Why didn’t Dragon Country send him earlier instead of losing nine times first? (IP: Tower Country)

• Bro, we didn’t CHOOSE him—it’s random! (IP: Dragon Country)

• Brothers of Dragon Country, we’re best friends forever! But your green card process is brutal. (IP: Kangaroo Country)

• Seriously, fast-track my visa! I need those rewards! (IP: Noodle Country)

• I’m done with this damn country. (IP: Noodle Country)

Meanwhile, Sakura Country viewers had gone radio silent. Even the staunchest nationalists couldn’t defend their chief exorcist now.

Their hero had nearly died to one monster. Dragon Country’s had just annihilated a dozen without breaking a sweat.

The evidence was undeniable.

Even the experts were at a loss. How do you even document someone like this?

Dragon Country’s analysts were torn—thrilled by Zhang Yangqing’s power, but lamenting that he’d been “wasted” on this difficulty.

Hu Liuqi stared at the screen, his voice trembling.

“The legends in the ancient texts… they weren’t myths. He’s real.”

Across Dragon Country, Taoist priests bowed solemnly to the broadcast, performing the traditional jishou salute.

The Heavenly Master of Longhu Mountain wasn’t just a title—it represented the pinnacle of the Daoist world.

On Longhu Mountain itself, a young Taoist named Zhang Xuanjing—a former candidate for the Heavenly Master title—watched in awe.

He’d never understood why their master had chosen Zhang Yangqing over him.

Now, it was crystal clear.

“Senior Brother,” he whispered to head disciple Su Muyu, “is the Heavenly Master… going too far?”

Su Muyu sighed. “Too far? The rules are constraints for others. For him, they’re mere suggestions.”

“How strong is he?”

“No one knows his limits.” A pause. “Not even our master.”

Zhang Xuanjing’s breath hitched.

“You mean that hand seal wasn’t to attack… but to restrain his power?”

Exactly.

The realization hit him like lightning.

Zhang Yangqing hadn’t used spells against smaller groups because he feared collateral damage.

No wonder their master had chosen him.

Zhang Xuanjing shuddered at the thought of ever challenging him.

That wouldn’t have been a duel. It’d have been a suicide.

This wasn’t just strength.

This was divinity walking the earth.

Back in the Challenge

Zhang Yangqing stepped over the carnage without a second glance.

Pathetic creatures. You dared consider me food?

Their arrogance had sealed their fate.

He played by the rules when necessary—but for these insignificant pests?

They were the ones who’d forgotten their place.

As he moved to leave, Old Smokey sprang into action—wiping the bloodstains with his own shirt to clear a path.

Can’t let this mess dirty the master’s shoes.

He even rushed ahead to open the door.

Zhang Yangqing gave an approving nod. Smart man.

“Neighbors should help each other,” he said casually. “I’m in 7-4. Need anything, knock.”

Old Smokey’s eyes welled up. “Y-yes, brother! Take care! Come back anytime!”

In this hellish world, he’d just found salvation.

No—not just salvation.

A golden sun.