Gao Wu: You broke off the engagement at my 100th birthday banquet, do you dare take my punch?

The message contained only two sentences.

Simultaneously.

The number was also a string of random characters, indicating that the person who sent the text message had used special methods to hide their real number.

but.

Qin Changsheng knew at a glance that the text message was sent by Xu Mo.

"goods?"

He narrowed his eyes, a thoughtful look in them: "Could it be referring to that Grade A essence blood enhancement potion? I'm currently at the fourth rank, at the crucial stage of condensing essence blood. The cultivation speed in the human realm is far slower than in the battlefield of ten thousand races. This thing... could it be a gift for me?"

While Qin Changsheng was pondering this,

swish swish —

Between two faint sounds.

The two warriors from the Pantheon had already quietly scaled over Qin Changsheng's courtyard wall and landed in his residence's courtyard.

"Let's do it."

Qin Changsheng immediately snapped out of his thoughts and said to Jiang Mengli beside him, "Xiao Jiang, you and Feiyu deal with that fifth-rank enemy and keep him occupied. I'll take care of that fourth-rank enemy as soon as possible and then come help you."

"it is good."

Jiang Mengli immediately nodded and used the communicator to repeat Qin Changsheng's words to Qin Feiyu.

at this time.

The two members of the Pantheon had already reached Qin Changsheng's door.

Just as the two were about to open the door.

bang-

With a loud bang, the door to the room was kicked open from the inside, and a figure as fast as a ghost shot out of the room like a cannonball, locking onto the fifth-grade martial artist.

"What?"

The fifth-grade martial artist from the Myriad Gods Cult was taken aback.

Before he could react...

brush--!!

A cold light flashed as Jiang Mengli's B-grade alloy longsword, gleaming with a chilling arc, hurtled towards him.

"hateful!"

The tall martial artist hastily retreated, narrowly avoiding the sword strike.

At this time.

Qin Changsheng walked out of the room with a pained expression, looking at the door that had been kicked open: "Xiao Jiang, you... sigh, never mind, let's fight it out first. Remember to pay me back for repairing the door after you're done."

While speaking.

His blood and qi surged, and with the support of the Blood and Qi Subdivision Technique, nearly three thousand jin of blood and qi instantly condensed on his arm, and he threw a punch at the short man in the fourth-grade realm.

"Holy crap..."

The short man was completely unprepared for Qin Changsheng's attack to come so suddenly.

Just a second ago.

He was still chatting casually with Jiang Mengli when, in the next second, a fist brimming with immense power and energy was already upon him.

In a hurry.

The shorter man quickly crossed his arms to protect his face.

Bang--!!

Click!

The moment the fist and arm made contact, a muffled thud and a barely perceptible soft sound rang out almost simultaneously.

former.

It was the sound of Qin Changsheng's fist colliding with the short man's arm, the sound of two streams of energy clashing. The latter was the sound of the short man's arm breaking, the bone piercing through flesh!

"ah--!!!"

The short martial artist screamed in agony, never expecting Qin Changsheng's power to be so terrifying.

"Help me quickly!"

He turned to look at his tall companion.

But at this moment.

The tall martial artist hastily dodged Jiang Mengli's sword strike. On the courtyard wall, Qin Feiyu was still crouching there, ready to launch a sneak attack at any moment. He was barely able to take care of himself, let alone help his companion.

"Damn it, the intelligence was wrong!"

"This old bastard actually has a fifth-rank martial artist protecting him!"

"I miscalculated!"

The short man, enduring the excruciating pain in his arms, gritted his teeth and made a decision: "Damn it, stop fighting, run!"

talking.

He turned around and tried to run away without hesitation.

but.

Qin Changsheng had already made his move, so why would he give the other party a chance to escape?

"Trying to run? Too late!"

He fell calmly.

The short martial artist hadn't run more than a few steps when he stumbled and fell heavily to the ground. The surrounding air seemed to thicken instantly, binding his body and making it difficult for him to move.

"Spiritual energy?"

His expression changed slightly again, and his eyes revealed barely concealed panic: "You...you're a fifth-grade cultivator?"

Qin Changsheng offered no explanation.

When facing a fourth-grade martial artist, the advantage brought by his innate spiritual power awakening talent is like a dimensional reduction attack, suppressing the opponent with spiritual power.

He had already rushed up behind the shorter man and punched him in the back of the head.

Bang--!!

There was a muffled sound.

Blood and brain matter splattered everywhere. The short man, who was at the fourth rank, didn't even have time to scream before his head exploded like a rotten watermelon, leaving a mess!

"Holy crap?"

Qin Feiyu, who was standing on the wall waiting for his chance, was stunned: "Is the old man so fierce? If it were me, I'm afraid I would also... be unable to withstand that punch."

Just as he was marveling at it.

Qin Changsheng's gaze did not linger on the short man, but slowly moved towards the tall man.

The latter paused slightly as his gaze locked on her, the chilling killing intent emanating from him.

This is the gap.

Jiang Mengli seized the opportunity and suddenly slashed out with her Grade B alloy longsword!

brush--!!

The sharp blade drew a cold arc in the night, slicing across the tall man's chest and leaving a deep, gruesome wound that exposed bone!

"Damn it..."

The tall man's face turned pale, and he retreated rapidly.

At this time.

Qin Feiyu, who had been waiting for his chance, leaped down from the courtyard wall, holding a short knife in each hand. He swung the knife in a flurry of motion, and the blades fell like a storm.

Brush brush.

Several muffled thuds were heard.

The tall martial artist had no fewer than a hundred wounds on his body, and his clothes were soaked in blood.

"Well done."

Seeing this, Qin Changsheng praised, "You two little guys, your ruthlessness surpasses that of many of your peers. When you go to the battlefield in the future, you will definitely be elite soldiers."

"Thank you for the compliment, sir."

Qin Feiyu chuckled, casually smoothing his long, blond hair, and turned to the tall martial artist: "Hey buddy, your companions are all dead, what are you still stubbornly clinging to?"

"If you surrender now, I can guarantee you'll suffer less. How about it?"

"cast……"

The tall man, pale-faced and trembling, collapsed to the ground, his gaze shakily fixed on the three: "Surrender to you... You lowly human, do you even deserve my surrender?"

"Die!!"

His eyes turned bloodshot, and with a flash of cold light in his hand, he pulled out a syringe from somewhere and plunged it into his chest without hesitation.

puff-

The medicine from the injection entered his body.

The tall, skinny martial artist suddenly swelled up as if his flesh and blood were being inflated. In just a few breaths, he grew to be over three meters tall, his body covered in thick, fleshy muscles, and his skin was covered in dark red bristles.

"This...this is..."

Jiang Mengli and Qin Feiyu were both taken aback: "Bear... Bear God Clan?"