Swallowing the Stars, Hu Yanbo's Pre-Godhood

"Master! Master!" Babata's excited, almost shrill voice suddenly exploded in Huyanbo's mind, "You've really become an Immortal King?! This Chaos City...this Chaos City is truly our holy land!"

Babata continued shouting incoherently in his mind, "Becoming a king! Looking at the entire Qianwu Universe Kingdom, your current strength definitely ranks in the top five! No, the top three!"

"Haha, now those so-called kings and nobles of the Qianwu Universe Kingdom aren't even worthy of carrying your shoes!"

As Hu Yanbo listened to Babata's excited shouts, the smile on his lips faded slightly, but he was thinking about something else entirely.

Top three?

He shook his head inwardly.

The Qianwu Universe Kingdom has a vast territory and a far deeper foundation than it appears on the surface.

Based on his understanding of the original work, even excluding the protected races, the entire universe was teeming with hidden talents.

That Illusionary Spirit King is known for his strange methods and early fame; his strength is said to be close to that of the True Evolution King.

And then there's the Blood Demon King, who is said to be a member of the Hong Alliance, whose strength and status are far superior to the half-baked Demon Hand King.

Besides, there must be other unassuming but truly powerful veteran kings within the Qianwu Universe Kingdom.

Upon careful consideration, although his strength has increased dramatically since he first entered the realm of King, it would be no easy task for him to consistently rank among the top ten in the universe.

"Master!" Babata's voice suddenly rose, filled with undisguised urgency and killing intent. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go find the Demon Hand King now! It's time to make him pay for the pursuit he suffered back then!"

Hu Yanbo's smile remained unchanged as he calmly shook his head: "No rush, Babata. No rush."

His gaze drifted into the distance, as if he could penetrate the barriers of the primordial universe and see the starry sky where they had once fled in disarray.

revenge?

Go now?

The Demon Hand King can't do anything to him, and he can't do anything to the Demon Hand King either!

That guy, although he was just a weakling who barely managed to become a king, was surprisingly skilled in the application of ethereal divine power.

Although he was only at the initial stage of the King-level, his physical attack and defense had already reached the threshold of the King-level, and every punch and kick contained immense power.

However, when it comes to soul attacks that require deeper skills, his application and understanding of the power of etherealization are still at the level he was at a thousand years ago, when he had just broken through to the rank of Marquis.

This is like an ordinary person suddenly being infused with a vast amount of divine power, gaining the terrifying power to move mountains and fill seas.

But how can this force be precisely controlled?

How can we transform it into the most effective attack and defense?

How can it be integrated into spiritual techniques to unleash various mysteries?

These studies on "application" are not something that can be accomplished overnight.

It requires sufficient time to reflect and, more importantly, astonishing talent to comprehend; neither can be lacking.

Otherwise, everyone in the universe would be studying the ways of the soul.

After all, soul defense treasures are much rarer than physical defense treasures. A true soul master can often kill without leaving a trace, and a single glance is enough to annihilate the opponent's soul, making it extremely efficient.

Physical annihilation, on the other hand, is much more troublesome. Not only does it require a huge amount of divine power to destroy the opponent's divine body, but it also requires constant vigilance against the opponent's powerful physical defense treasures, making it difficult to achieve a one-hit kill.

Thinking of this, Hu Yanbo's mind raced.

He has been in this Swallowing Star universe for a thousand years, and this is the first goal he has set for himself!

Ignoring the Demon Hand King's pursuit, truly living freely in the primordial universe—this is now completely accomplished.

Now, even if he stands still and lets the Demon Hand King attack, the opponent's methods probably won't even be able to rebuild his divine body, let alone completely annihilate him.

So, the next goal is—revenge!

Slay the Demon Hand King!

Revenge is his guiding principle in his adventures across the universe.

The thought that he would have been eliminated immediately upon landing if the system hadn't intervened sent a chilling killing intent rising from the depths of his heart.

The first goal took a thousand years to achieve.

How long will it take to achieve this second goal?

"Even if the Demon Hand King is a fraud, he's still a titled king."

"To ensure a foolproof and complete kill of a King-level Immortal, even the weakest one, it usually requires the absolute strength of a peak King-level expert to overwhelm them and prevent them from using any means of escape," Hu Yanbo thought to himself.

The pinnacle of being crowned king…

That means he would need to make at least two more "pre-emptive" breakthroughs like the one just now before he could truly possess that overwhelming power.

Time flies, even when you think about it.

If the opportunity arises, perhaps a life-or-death battle or a venerable person's guidance could quickly fulfill the repayment conditions.

It's slow, though.

Without the right opportunity, the requirement of ten thousand years of secluded cultivation in Chaos City alone would be a considerable period of time.

But in any case, we have finally found a clear path.

Even if someone else had been granted the title of King, and was exceptionally talented back then, they wouldn't have been so confident that they would reach the pinnacle of the King title in the future.

Huyanbo was quite satisfied with this, and was just about to take out some fine wine from his residence to relax for a moment—

"Master!" Babata's voice rang out again, this time with a hint of urgency, "Communication from the True King!"

Hu Yanbo made a mental call and connected the communication.

Three images appeared, including not only the True King but also the Thousand Cang King, both with undisguised smiles on their faces.

"Haha, Huyan Bo!" King Xuzhen spoke first, his voice booming, "Congratulations on officially entering the realm of King!"

"You rascal, you've made such a commotion without making a sound!"

King Qiancang smiled and nodded in agreement, "That's right. Your rapid advancement is truly a delight for both of us."

He paused, then his tone turned slightly mocking: "You haven't seen the true colors of those old guys in the league these days!"

"When I went against everyone's wishes to give you a top-tier contract, they grumbled behind your back. Now, they're all clamoring to call you 'the second Dream King,' their enthusiasm making it seem like they were the ones who spotted you and recruited you!"

Hu Yanbo simply smiled upon hearing this, showing no surprise.

In the universe, strength is everything. When you demonstrate sufficient value, you will naturally attract admirers.

At this moment, King Qiancang changed the subject, his tone becoming slightly more formal: "Huyanbo, now that you have been made a king, according to custom, the alliance should bestow upon you a title."

"However, your situation is indeed somewhat special. You were promoted too quickly and have never even received a proper title of nobility."

The True King, standing to the side, nodded in agreement, adding, "That's true."

In the universe, addressing a powerful being by their first name is a great disrespect.

This is not just a form of etiquette, but also a kind of underlying rule—a title carries the past, rules, and even illustrious achievements of a powerful individual.

Addressing someone by their first name, to some extent, implies a disregard for their power and achievements, and can easily trigger unnecessary conflict.

Therefore, addressing each other by titles is the most basic tacit understanding and respect among the strong in the vast universe.