Click! James Carter swung his blade and chopped off a head. Blood spurted directly from the headless neck, yet not a single drop touched James Carter. This was the result of his careful training; after beheading over a hundred people, he had mastered the technique of decapitating without getting stained by even a trace of blood.

Hiss—James Carter took a long, deep breath, as if the vital essence contained within the corpse was also drawn into James Carter's body with that inhalation. The cultivation method he had practiced hundreds of times instantly began to circulate again, swiftly carrying this essence throughout his limbs and bones, nourishing James Carter's body and transforming James Carter's spiritual root.

Without the slightest hesitation, James Carter, like a skilled worker on an assembly line, walked up to the second prisoner—beheading, inhaling, circulating energy. Then came the third, the fourth...

That day, there were actually forty-five bandits to be executed. After James Carter finished the last one, his body was already brimming with power. Carefully sensing the changes in his body, James Carter still shook his head slightly. The life essence of mortals, no matter how much he absorbed, seemed to be of little use—unless he killed tens of thousands, perhaps only then would there be a noticeable effect.

However, what James Carter considered useless was something entirely different in the eyes of others. Perhaps due to that cultivation method, every time he finished killing, a thick stench of blood would cling to James Carter, lingering for a long time. The whole person seemed as if he had crawled out of a sea of blood, exuding a fierce aura. Not to mention ordinary people—even the soldiers around the execution ground would unconsciously turn their heads away when they saw James Carter, avoiding his gaze.

Walking down the street, the city residents didn't even dare to glance at James Carter, desperately trying to avoid him. Whenever James Carter appeared, the streets would be almost deserted. This actually saved James Carter a lot of trouble—at least no one dared to come and provoke him. No matter how much they despised James Carter, no one dared to utter a single inappropriate word to his face.

Resting in the morning, executions at noon, practicing boxing in the afternoon—such a routine went on for a month, and James Carter truly absorbed quite a bit of the condemned prisoners' life essence. Although he hadn't achieved his ultimate goal, the benefits to his body's vitality alone had already elevated his boxing skills to a new level.

On this day, after finishing the executions at the execution ground, James Carter was walking home when he saw the sky filled with red clouds. It was very strange today—just past noon, yet the evening glow had already appeared, and it covered the entire sky, the color as red as blood.

Seeing this, a smile finally appeared on James Carter's face. He had waited so long for this very day. A sky full of blood-red light—James Carter only learned in his previous life, after ascending to the Immortal Realm, that this day corresponded to a great upheaval in the Heavenly Court.

After dinner, James Carter went to bed early. Strangely enough, no matter what people were doing that night, they all fell asleep early. Even if they were elsewhere and not in bed, drowsiness would suddenly hit, and they would randomly find a place to sleep, all entering into dreams.

“James Carter, are you an executioner?” In his sleep, James Carter suddenly heard a stern shout.

“Yes, sir!” Upon hearing the question, James Carter quickly scrambled up from bed and answered into the void. Only then did James Carter realize he was no longer in his original room.

“As long as it's a condemned prisoner, do you dare to execute them? Can you execute them all?” The voice asked another question.

“As long as it's a condemned prisoner, I dare to execute them, and I can do it!” James Carter answered proudly without hesitation.

“Come with me!” The owner of the voice never appeared, only a commanding voice came through: “To the execution ground, execute the criminals!” The voice was filled with the domineering aura of someone in power, making it impossible to refuse.

“Yes, sir!” Without thinking, James Carter agreed and strode along a path that suddenly appeared before him. Soon, he saw an execution ground surrounded by many people.

At some point, James Carter's attire had changed into his executioner's outfit from the execution ground. A soldier with an indistinct face held out a blood-red guillotine blade with both hands and presented it to James Carter. James Carter reached out and grabbed it, habitually standing the blade upright and running his finger along the edge. Before beheading, he always had to check if the blade was sharp enough.

“Brother, may I have a word with you?” Just as he tested the sharpness of the blade, someone gently tugged at his belt, accompanied by a flattering voice.

James Carter turned his head and saw a fat man with a big head and large ears, dressed in fine silk, one hand gently pulling at James Carter's belt, while the other hand quietly reached toward James Carter's hand. With a flick of his fat hand, a gold ingot weighing at least ten taels appeared in his palm.

Chapter 6: Who Wouldn't Dare to Execute? (Part 2)

“Brother, could you do me a favor?” The fat man's face wore a friendly smile, and he tried to slip the gold ingot into James Carter's belt. “I've already taken care of everyone else. As long as you spare my son at the execution ground later—just cut the skin a little, don't take his life, fool the supervising official, and no one else will notice. There will be a generous reward afterward!”