Exploding God

Bang—bang bang bang!

The muffled thuds of each punch landing on flesh piled up, like hundreds or thousands of firecrackers exploding at once.

Hong Chong's eyes widened. At this moment, he felt all the muscles in his body being torn apart. His muscles, which were originally as hard as steel, were gradually broken apart by the all-pervasive force of the fist.

The next second, Lu Ze pulled his arms back with lightning speed, then slapped them out with lightning speed, his palms clasped around Hong Chong's chest and abdomen, and he pushed forward with what seemed like a gentle push but was actually incredibly powerful.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment, and all the afterimages vanished at the same time.

"Well!"

Hong Chong's eyes widened suddenly—

boom!!

This enormous figure transformed into a straight line, passing through the door frame and corridor, and crashing heavily against the wall, like a painting inlaid on paper.

A jet of blood spurted from his mouth.

Hong Chong trembled violently. He slowly lowered his head, and in his limited and hazy vision, he saw his own rugged body covered with dozens of fist marks. Neither his muscles nor his bones could change the shape of these fist marks in the slightest.

What he couldn't see was that his head had been hammered and deformed, and his eyelids were so swollen that they couldn't even open a millimeter, making him look like a braised pig's head.

Excruciating pain!

An omnipresent, excruciating pain, accompanied by an omnipresent weakness, surged through my entire body in the next second. And another sense of fear flooded my mind, lingering there from the moment it arose.

"You are... the War King..."

Hong Chong raised his head with trembling hands and roared out the most unbelievable sound in his thirty-two years of life, filled with unprecedented despair and fear.

War King...

War King!

Only those genetic warriors who have surpassed the 8th realm, only those who are called "Kings," can end their own lives with overwhelming force and thunderous power!

He finally understood what Lu Ze meant by those words.

You know nothing about power.

The boy's calm tone and composed expression, in retrospect, seemed to have carried the air of a king looking down upon him from the very beginning.

The entire room fell silent.

Lin Zhidao's mouth was almost dislocated from his jaw. He stared blankly, unable to utter a single word, his mind a complete blank as he looked at Hong Chong, whose human form was still blurry ten meters away.

Lu Ming's eyes were bright, filled with barely suppressed excitement. He clenched his fists and looked at his brother with adoration.

Zhao Ping: "Just now..."

Yao Zhou: "Were we watching an animated film?"

Lin Chujun's delicate, fair right hand clenched suddenly as she stared in disbelief at the "human-shaped hanging painting" over there.

A 7-star general—this is a true 7-star general who can single-handedly defend a city and pacify an entire region!

The top expert that Lin Chujun hired from the underground black market at great expense was just... crippled like that?

"Even a grain of rice dares to rival the brilliance of the bright moon."

Lu Ze stared calmly ahead, hands behind his back, his voice undisturbed.

"Today I will break forty-eight bones in your entire body. Do you accept this?"

"I..." Hong Chong's entire body was trembling, and blood even seeped from his teeth from the violent clenching. He lowered his head in pain and uttered a faint, barely audible voice, "...I submit."

This was a double blow to his body and mind! However, for a War King whose strength had reached the heavens, all the pain he suffered today was only to be expected.

The might of the War King is untouchable!

As war kings who could hold a fortress and command an army on their own, their majesty was forged from the corpses of colossal beasts as numerous as mountains and seas.

However, the double blow was not the end; it instantly turned into a triple blow in the next second.

Lu Ze, hands behind his back, said again, "Today I will cripple your cultivation but spare your life. Do you accept this?"

"I give up..." Hong Chong tried hard to open his swollen eyes, but now he seemed to have no strength left. Hearing Lu Ze's extremely domineering question, the last bit of hope in his heart disappeared. Only the War King above the Ninth Realm of Gale had such domineering power.

Perhaps, he no longer deserves any hope at this point; he's a useless person, worse than a dog... Who would want him?

Ha ha.

They brought it all on themselves.

"Able to take it and put it down, that's quite decisive."

"Since that's the case, I'll give you a chance. If you can resume your cultivation in three years, come find me!" Lu Ze said again, his words resounding.

Even a humble life can give birth to a spirit as brilliant as the sun. Just as Lu Ze saw Hong Chong's spirit waning, a thought suddenly struck him. Although the man in front of him had come arrogantly, he had also lost honestly. He suddenly wanted to see if the familiar scene could be repeated.

Hong Chong's body trembled, and his swollen eyes opened a third of their way in that instant. He tried hard to see Lu Ze clearly and to understand what he was saying.

"Thanks……"

Using all his strength to utter those two words, Hong Chong lowered his head. At this moment, he wanted to burst into tears. All the battles and honors he had fought for had been taken away by the young man in front of him, yet he had casually tossed him hope.

He suddenly realized how ridiculous his past was.

After this matter was settled, a clattering sound of chairs suddenly came from behind everyone.

Lin Chujun pushed aside the nanmu chair, stood up gracefully, glanced coldly at the two paralyzed people outside the porch, and finally looked at Lu Ze's back.

"The humiliation you have bestowed upon me today, Chu Jun will remember. But please remember that you are not the only War King in this world, nor are you the only War King in Shangnan City."

"Take care of yourself."

After speaking, Lin Chujun strode out, her aura still strong, but less languid and more sharp.

However, just as Lin Chujun had taken three steps and was about to pass by Lu Ze, she suddenly stopped, a look of shame and anger appearing on her face.

Because an arm suddenly appeared in front of her, blocking her way.

With his back to Lin Chujun, Lu Ze spoke calmly, "Coming and going as you please, what do you take me for?"

hiss~~

Lin Zhidao nearly fell backward, but fortunately, Zhao Ping and Yao Zhou, his two lackeys, supported him and prevented him from collapsing on the spot.

He's really dying; he's just a kid who hasn't even graduated from junior high!

"When what?"

Lin Chujun brushed a strand of hair behind her ear and suddenly smiled charmingly.

The others didn't think much of his laugh, but Lin Zhidao's calves started cramping, and he desperately tried to push off the ground. The two guys behind him, thinking their leader was really in trouble, kicked their legs in fear and quickly increased their strength to hold Lin Zhidao back.

"Hold on to your path."

"Brother Ze is still here, let's not embarrass him."

[Fuck you!]

Lin Zhidao couldn't even cry now, because he only thought of leaving because he knew Lu Ze was still here.

Others may not know, but he does. Lin Chujun usually seems to love to smile, but there's only one kind of smile—the kind that looks beautiful but actually keeps people at arm's length.

She can also be indifferent, usually representing a firm attitude and a faint dissatisfaction in her heart.

However, when her smile suddenly becomes alluring, it means she... is truly angry.

Is the eldest princess of the Shangnan Lin clan angry?

Ha ha……

That would be truly terrible, as it would mean that Lady Lin of Shangnan was angry.

Wouldn't it be better to just let this matter rest today?

Why drag these three innocent children into this?

Fine, since my two brothers behind me are being so supportive in preventing me from leaving, I'll share the good fortune with them.

Lin Zhidao gave up resisting, a mysterious faint smile on his face.

"Brother, are you alright?" Zhao Ping felt his hand loosen and quickly asked in a low voice.

"Yeah, it'll be fine in a bit." Lin Zhidao patted Zhao Ping's hand, then looked at Yao Zhou with tears in his eyes. "It's so good to have you guys."

The latter instinctively shrank his neck, feeling that his boss had suddenly become a little strange, but upon hearing his boss's thanks, the two of them grinned and said, "Isn't this what we should do? Hehe."

So one salted fish that gave up resistance led two other cheerful salted fish, looking ahead with great enthusiasm.

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