Exploding God

Chapter 1126 Are you willing to cultivate with me?

Yan Wenchang's excellent self-control prevented him from uttering a curse.

Is this still the hunter from my memories?

That's really damn underhanded.

If it weren't for the fact that the fourth brother had failed here, he probably wouldn't have known who the murderer was until he was tricked to death.

If even someone as newly entered the 11th Star Realm as I was couldn't hear any unusual sounds, one can imagine how effortlessly this fourth brother had become.

They silently bypassed the sights and ears of hundreds of people, and killed an entire Winged Bear clan without them even noticing. The leader of them was the Winged Bear King, who was enraged and had reached a level of 10 stars.

As for the other martial artists' praise of its glory and grandeur, Yan Wenchang just wanted to spit it out and say it was nonsense.

Looking at the fan-shaped corpses in the valley, others would surely think that the fourth brother had ventured into danger alone, clearing the way for everyone, when he was discovered by the winged bear tribe. He then fought his way back against wave after wave of winged bear attacks, and finally died from exhaustion when facing the winged bear king, fighting to the death in a desperate attempt to take everyone down with him.

But besides himself, who knew that the hunter was employed by the Tantai family, his master's family? The fourth brother's solo actions, avoiding everyone's attention, were simply his own initiative, intended to lure a large number of giant beasts to launch a fierce attack on the camp. Unexpectedly, he had stumbled upon a ghost while walking at night—a flying winged bear. Seeing that there was no way to escape, he had no choice but to fight to the death.

You can tell by looking at the gruesome state of the last half of the corpse.

This is clearly a case of trying to steal a chicken but losing the rice instead.

Damn it, is this something you should admire and mourn?

If he doesn't die, you will be the ones who die in the end.

Most importantly, if the fourth one is already like this, what about the remaining three?

Despite possessing the strength of an 11-star expert, he inexplicably felt a sense of crisis.

The hunter was immediately labeled as extremely dangerous in his mind.

Yan Wenchang is now trying his best not to look at Wuliangha, for fear that the other party will detect the murderous intent surging in his heart.

……

While Yan Wenchang was wildly imagining things, little did he know that the three hunter brothers' attention was completely focused on the fourth corpse.

They were all equally bewildered, shocked, pained, and indignant.

People's joys and sorrows are different, but they also have certain similarities.

That's the situation right now.

"Fourth brother!"

The third brother rushed to the massive corpse of the winged bear, tears welling up in his eyes.

Of the four brothers, the eldest brother was never close to anyone, the second brother was eccentric and unsociable, and although he and the fourth brother often quarreled, their friendship was genuine.

Who would have thought that just one night later, the brothers would be separated by death?

"ah--"

Overwhelmed by bitterness and repression, the third brother, holding half of his brother's body, looked up and roared angrily.

Aren't you invincible in night battles?

Why can't you even bear to run away?

Your personality is clearly more brutal than mine, so why are you fighting to the death with a beast?

But he couldn't bring himself to ask those questions that might damage his image; he could only hold his brother's body, crying and cursing at the same time.

Uliangha's lips trembled, his fists clenched tightly, and he couldn't utter a single word.

The hunter who used to herd wolves and eat sheep had somehow become a great hero whom hundreds of people around him mourned and revered.

This made him feel a burning pain in his face.

The fourth brother died, but he was frantically slapping his elder brother's face.

So a suppressed roar escaped his throat.

The second brother, with the most ferocious-looking scarred face, was unusually silent at this moment.

He couldn't understand it at all. Did the fourth brother realize something in the last moments of his life?

"I've been out here for twenty years, and I've never admired anyone before, but this time, I admire you." A bearded martial artist pounded his chest with his fist and bowed deeply from the bottom of his heart.

Seeing the three hunters so grief-stricken, the other warriors felt a deep sense of sympathy for them.

Without needing to be called upon, many martial artists spontaneously bowed and paid their respects to the corpse of the fourth brother.

If it weren't for the fourth brother risking his life to intercept and kill this group of winged bears, last night... many of them would probably have died in their sleep.

"My condolences to the three hunter brothers. May I ask the name of this hero?"

Upon hearing the sincere inquiry from a red-clad warrior, the three members of the Uliangha tribe broke down in their guard, especially the third brother, who, with bloodshot eyes, shouted:

"Badarkin! His name is Badarkin!"

what……

Is this the name of the hero who annihilated the entire Winged Bear clan?

At that moment, everyone deeply remembered the great name of Badarkin.

"Badarkin, our good brother, the true bear slayer. I swear, your name will not be forgotten here!" The red-robed warrior's voice echoed through the valley.

In this scene, the crowd spontaneously recited the name.

"Badarkin..."

"...The true bear slayer..."

The sound rang out again and again, echoing and lingering for a long time.

Wuliangha and Yan Wenchang, the two with guilty consciences, felt as if their mouths were being slapped repeatedly.

But at this moment, they were unable to stop these martial artists from spontaneously reminiscing.

Even the Yan family guards looked on with admiration.

Zhang Xinghuo listened to the stirring recitations and watched the bloody and tragic battle scene, yet he couldn't feel any emotional resonance.

Before entering Chongma Town, they had already encountered the four hunter brothers, whose personalities did not seem like those of people capable of such a heroic act.

Therefore, the more tragic the scene before one's eyes, the stronger the sense of unease deep within one's heart.

Unable to empathize, she could only stand there with a bitter expression, watching.

Then she noticed Lu Ze.

His face was calm, and his eyes remained as deep as the starry sky.

Neither the Winged Bear nor the Fourth Brother caused his expression to waver.

"A few friends wish me peace, a few enemies wish me destruction." Lu Ze didn't turn around, but spoke naturally, "You said he once dreamed of dying on the road?"

Zhang Xinghuo listened to these words, which he only vaguely understood, and was inexplicably shocked.

"Brother Lu's words are profound, I don't quite understand them, but I think most people have probably dreamed about them..."

"Have you dreamed about all of these?" Lu Ze suddenly smiled, seemingly relieved, then shook his head slightly. "These aren't my words."

"what?"

"These are Zhou Shuren's words."

"...Brother Lu, who is Zhou Shuren?"

"A great fighter."

Zhang Xinghuo really wanted to say "Ah!" again, but she really hadn't heard it before.

"Will I have a chance to meet him?"

"You don't have a chance, but the fourth one does." Lu Ze's lips twitched, and he looked at the bewildered girl with a sunny smile. "But I can show you his work in the future."

In the thin mist, inspired by the selfless fourth brother, the Yan family expedition team completed their spiritual integration and sublimation on the second day after entering the valley.

The essence of a martial artist's spirit, that survival instinct to seek victory in adversity, spontaneously rises from the depths of everyone's heart.

Lu Ze continued forward with the crowd; the story of Badarkin could end here.

The story doesn't have to end; achieving the goal is already a success.

The fourth brother's death sowed the seeds of the Fire Bearer in the hearts of hundreds of martial artists, so his death was worthwhile.

Just as some believe that the death of a group of people can mend a rift, one can also believe that the death of one person can ignite a flame for a group of people.

False role models can also inspire real power.

In the face of an imminent catastrophe for humanity, even the smallest force represents a glimmer of hope.

This is Lu Ze, who has traversed countless corpses and seen through the illusions of life and death.

From the very beginning, his gaze had already traversed the river of time to look into the boundless depths of the universe.

……

"Brother Lu."

"Um?"

"If I must die in the future, I want to die on this kind of road."

Zhang Xinghuo followed beside Lu Ze, her bright eyes fixed on the road ahead, her voice firm as she stepped through blood and mud.

Lu Ze suddenly laughed, a hearty laugh.

The laughter made the girl feel embarrassed and annoyed; the person who laughed was clearly expressing their feelings but was still mocking her.

Unexpectedly, Lu Ze suddenly stopped, his gaze falling on the distant valley and dense forest, and spoke softly:

"Zhang Xinghuo, would you be willing to cultivate with me?"

The girl instinctively stopped and stared blankly in the direction Lu Ze was looking.

Lu Ze's words echoed in her mind, but in her line of sight, a giant black mosquito the size of a human face suddenly emerged from the dense, overgrown forest, its long, needle-like mouthparts gleaming with a metallic sheen.

Then came ten, a hundred, tens of thousands...

The dense, dark clouds obscured the entire field of vision in just two breaths.

The sheer number of black-flowered giant mosquitoes, exceeding one hundred thousand, caused the entire group to gasp in shock and turn pale.

The buzzing sound coalesced into a giant wave, shattering the rocks on the cliff edge and kicking up huge clouds of dust.

The dark clouds transformed into a storm, like a gaping maw from the abyss, sweeping towards the people in the valley with a hurricane-like roar.

At that moment, Wu Wei, who had finally come to his senses, straightened up with a start, and his shrill whistle echoed through the valley.

"Encounter the enemy—form battle formation!"

(End of this chapter)