You call me a calamity? But I am Hyper Zetton!

The glowing crystal on Wu Bai's face flickered slightly as his gaze slowly swept over the five demigods present.

Finally, the gaze swept past everyone and landed on Ji Xuan at the very end.

"Do you think those five alone can protect you?"

When he was at the sixth rank, he was able to fight against a demigod.

After a trip to Tian Shu Star, he was promoted to the eighth rank.

During the time it took to return, the flow rates of the two worlds were different.

"Lin Zhendong" was hunting and devouring monsters on the other side, and a continuous stream of enormous energy was fed back across space.

This directly pushed his strength to the peak of the ninth rank.

To be honest, in Wu Bai's eyes now, this group of so-called "top combat power of Great Xia" is no different from children waving wooden sticks around randomly.

"Hmph, what an arrogant calamity! How utterly shameless!"

The white-bearded old Taoist stroked his long beard, his eyes sharp, and his body surged with energy. "Everyone, attack together, take it..."

The word "下" in "拿拿" was not uttered yet.

Five streams of seven-colored light appeared simultaneously beside the five demigods.

Five Hyper Zetton clones appeared out of thin air, each maintaining the same high-kick motion.

too fast.

The bodies of the five demigods instantly deformed, like broken sandbags being kicked away, crashing into the wall behind them.

Accompanied by the sounds of flying debris and twisting steel bars, the five people were blasted out of the conference building, turning into five black dots and disappearing into the horizon.

Without any hesitation, the five clones flashed and gave chase.

Wu Bai turned around, took a step, and walked towards Ji Xuan step by step, stepping on the broken glass on the ground.

"It seems your powerful backer has flown away."

Ji Xuan stared blankly at the five large, human-shaped holes that had been smashed into the wall. Her legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground.

He braced himself on the ground with his hands, his shoes kicking wildly, and moved backward with a look of terror on his face.

"You...you stay away."

"Please, please let me go, please!"

"I'll give you whatever you want—crystal cores, money, equipment, I have it all."

Wu Bai stopped in front of him, looked down at him, and sighed.

"Why don't you run around a bit more? I haven't had enough fun yet."

Honestly, Wu Bai has no shortage of resources right now.

The little stuff Ji Xuan could produce was probably less valuable than a monster from Tian Shu Star.

Moreover, the Hyper Flash Sword on Tian Shu Star still contains the energy accumulated by Lin Zhendong, which he can use at any time when necessary.

Thinking about this, Wu Bai couldn't help but sigh in his heart: he was truly a genius.

They actually created such a perfect "working class" human form, tirelessly grinding experience points for themselves in another world.

Once the crisis over there is resolved, I'll learn about Ultraman.

Retrieve the transformation device and claim the energy within for yourself.

Or perhaps we could send the workers to other planets to continue the fight—how clever of me!

He snapped out of his reverie, looked at Ji Xuan trembling at his feet, and his eyes gradually turned cold.

"Since you're not going to run, then go die."

A flash of seven-colored light appeared, and Wu Bai appeared behind Ji Xuan.

Without any fancy movements, the sharp pincers thrust forward.

With a soft thud, it pierced through Ji Xuan's chest without any resistance, the blood-stained claw tip protruding from his chest.

Ji Xuan's eyes widened as she looked down at the claw on her chest.

His body convulsed violently, and though his mouth was open, he couldn't make a sound.

Wu Bai used one arm to lift him high, and a pitch-black hole slowly opened up in his chest.

With a casual flick of his wrist, he tossed Ji Xuan inside.

Just then, five streaks of seven-colored light flew back through the hole in the wall.

It merged into Wu Bai's body; it was the clone that had just gone to chase after the five demigods.

Wu Bai didn't linger; his figure flashed again and disappeared into the empty conference room.

……

A long time passed.

Five figures crashed into the house one after another, staggering and falling to the ground.

At this moment, these five demigods had lost all trace of their previous majesty.

The white-bearded old Taoist's robe was torn into strips, his long beard was broken in half, and his face was covered in bruises.

He held his nearly broken back with one hand and the wall with the other, wincing in pain.

The other four were also in bad shape; some had blood on their lips, and others had broken arms.

"Is this Hyper Zetton... really the one that Lao Ji fought during the day?"

The white-bearded old Taoist priest gasped, his eyes filled with terror: "Why doesn't it seem like it to me?"

"I couldn't even withstand a single move from him."

Wu Ting, standing nearby, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth: "Even the five of us combined were powerless against him."

"How exactly did Lao Ji manage to fight the opponent to a draw all by himself?"

The five demigods looked at each other, falling into deep self-doubt.

Just then…

The conference room door was suddenly pushed open, and Zheng Mu, the Grand General of the Great Xia Dynasty, rushed in with a group of high-ranking officials.

"What happened? That explosion was..." Zheng Mu's words caught in his throat.

When they saw the five ragged, wounded demigods inside the room, everyone stopped in their tracks and gasped in shock.

Zheng Mu's face was grave: "What exactly happened? Who could have beaten the five of you like this?"

The five demigods all lowered their heads and no one spoke.

Several seconds passed.

Wearing a military uniform with one sleeve torn, Chief Wu Ting of the Zhan'e Division slowly raised his head.

He glanced at Zheng Mu, his expression complex, and then let out a long sigh.

"It's Hyper Zetton."

Upon hearing this name, Zheng Mu's pupils constricted sharply.

Wu Ting gave a bitter laugh, his voice hoarse: "Even when the five of us joined forces, he beat us so badly that we couldn't fight back at all."

"Chief, the previously planned 'Operation Eliminate Hyper Zetton'... should be cancelled."

"We need to consider this level of existence carefully."