The Last Sentinel

No sooner said than done.

The sky above the dimensional battlefield seemed to freeze for a moment. Grayish-purple nebulae hung overhead, slowly rotating, fragments of broken floating land floated in mid-air, and the wind, carrying the scent of blood and scorched earth, rushed in, causing the robes of two figures to flutter.

There was no third person on the battlefield, only the wind and two shadows facing each other.

Just as the greedy young master's large hand was about to strangle the seventh brother's neck—

The short black hair suddenly grew longer. The long, silvery-white, metallic hair seemed alive, growing wildly from the top of the head, cascading down like a waterfall, fluttering in the wind, reflecting a ghostly light, like the entire Milky Way hanging down from the back of the boy's head.

Stuttering, stuttering...

The cracking sound of bones came out like firecrackers, one after another, exploding from the spine all the way to the extremities!

The eight-year-old boy's body suddenly grew to the 2.3-meter-tall Ye Feng—his clothes tore inch by inch from his shoulders, his arms rippled with muscles like coiled dragons, and his eight-pack abs, like V-lines, stretched his small clothes, the taut fabric bursting inch by inch. His left eye was golden-black, while his right eye held an endless horizontal 8 symbol in blood red, the symbol slowly rotating deep within his pupil, like some ancient, unfathomable incantation.

At that moment, Gongzi Tan's hand gripped Ye Feng's neck.

Good news, you've got the sentry by the neck.

Bad news, this sentinel is the seventh of the id!

The wind stopped, and the entire battlefield seemed to have been silenced by that one gesture.

Ye Feng smiled slightly, a smile as gentle as sipping a cup of warm tea. His powerful deltoid muscles bulged out, pure power emanating violently from his neck, ripples visible to the naked eye spreading along the sides of his neck—in an instant, Young Master Tan's five fingers were snapped by Ye Feng's neck!

*Snap!* Five fingers snapped cleanly, bone fragments protruding outwards, blood droplets exploding between the fingers. A powerful backlash surged from Gongzi Tan's left arm, violently engulfing his body!

The black backlash, like a raging python, coiled up his arm, tearing apart Gongzi Tan's immortal armor and clothing. His arm twisted into a pretzel, his body was covered in cracks, and his flesh chapped inch by inch. In an instant, he turned into a tattered sack, sitting listlessly on the ground, motionless.

Young Master Tan's aura instantly waned to its lowest point, the fierce light in his eyes gradually disappearing, and he looked at Ye Feng, with almost despair, before him—his long, silver-white hair cascading in the wind, shimmering with a cold silver light, like a deity who shouldn't exist in the mortal realm. What, what realm is this guy at?

"You want to know my level of cultivation, right?"

Ye Feng, hands in his pockets, looked down at the greedy young master, his long hair swaying behind him: "To be honest, with your current understanding of cultivation, it's hard for me to explain how high my realm is! But if you convert the concept of honor and disgrace into combat power, you can calculate it yourself. I currently have a four-dimensional cultivation system, that is, X, Y, Z plus an α dimension. I cultivate in four dimensions simultaneously, so my true combat power is 2 to the power of 4 times that of yours at the same realm."

The young master gritted his teeth, blood seeping from between them: "I am now a fifth-level cosmic warrior, which means I am a constellation-level cosmic warrior in your carbon-based universe! Even if you were to reach 2 to the power of 4, you would only be 16 times stronger! No, impossible! 16 times stronger to achieve this level of strength! I have encountered opponents a hundred times stronger than me, and none of them possessed your destructive power!"

Ye Feng laughed and said, "You've forgotten something."

The young master asked greedily, "What is it?"

Ye Feng said, "You were able to reach the fifth-tier constellation level simply because you are a constellation level, while I reached the planetary level because the highest limit in my hometown is the planetary level! If it goes any higher, I will have to leave my hometown."

Young Master Greed instantly broke down, his pupils contracted sharply, and his voice changed tone: "You, you're only at the planetary level? This, this is impossible! A planetary level being able to shatter my Immortal Dao Platform Palace, this is simply unbelievable."

"Nothing is impossible." Ye Feng said sincerely, but that sincerity was colder than a blade in Gongzi Tan's eyes: "I have been fighting opponents of higher levels all along. You are no different from the opponents I have encountered before. I originally wanted to cooperate with you, but you ate people."

"Sorry, I don't do business with cannibals."

Even if you're very sincere, it won't work!

Before he finished speaking, Ye Feng raised his hand and pointed it at Gongzi Tan—a crimson beam of light, visible to the naked eye, suddenly converged at his fingertips, causing the air to sizzle. The beam of light was a rare tetrahedral shape; no matter which dimension it was viewed from, whether as a point, a surface, a three-dimensional volume, or a four-dimensional volume, it was a standard regular tetrahedron!

The tetrahedral red light suddenly struck Gongzi Tan squarely between the eyebrows, causing his body to weaken and he to try to escape!

However, the tetrahedral red light suddenly spread out around it, forming layers of spacetime shackles. Space rippled like the surface of water, and the spacetime chains sealed off all of Gongzi Tan's escape routes. The red light spread over, like the tide closing in.

Young Master Tan took out a token and was about to detonate it.

But it's too late.

A cold, heavy spear made of black iron emerged silently from the void, piercing his back and protruding from his chest! The line of blood drawn by the spear tip flashed and disappeared under the starlight.

Young Master Tan's eyes widened, his Adam's apple bobbing, wanting to say something but unable to utter a sound. He slowly lowered his head, watching as the Xuan Tie Heavy Spear shattered his dantian and purple mansion. Everything was over—his 30,000-year cultivation career came to an end at this moment.

The eight-year-old seventh brother suddenly exerted his strength, and with a clap of his arms, the young master's greedy body was shattered, his soul scattered, and fragments of his body fell like ashes. Only a jade token fell to the ground, making a clear "clink" sound, which was particularly jarring in the deathly silence.

Ye Feng crossed his arms, his gaze fixed on the churning nebula in the distance: "Alright, stop lamenting. I don't understand why you broke the contract halfway through and are now killing this bastard! Couldn't you have waited until all seven geniuses gathered together to kill him?"

The seventh brother said, "I'm worried that if one of the Seven Great Prodigies dies, you won't be his match."

"Heh." Ye Feng waved his hand and said, "Isn't that how Neanderthals are designed too? The smaller the group, the stronger they are! But where are John and Charlie now? I've been searching for them for a long time!"

The seventh brother frowned, his brows furrowing into a knot: "Your ego is getting more and more arrogant! You'll suffer for it."

"No, no, brother!" Ye Feng laughed, his eyes burning with fire. "You have no idea how far I've progressed in my cultivation! I've found a way to break free from the limitations of my home planet on Blue Star, and I can now recklessly raise my cultivation level without any more restraint!"

"I will transform into a dragon, a dragon comparable to the Pillars of Creation!"

"Then I put my home planet, Earth, and the Milky Way galaxy in my mouth!"

"That way, wherever I go, I can bring my hometown with me!"

"That way, I can develop and improve my cultivation level without any restrictions, instead of being a nobody at the planetary level!"

"Hahaha!"

Laughter echoed across the empty dimensional battlefield, causing rubble to tumble down from the floating land.

"The fundamental rules only say that planets cannot support us! They never said that we cannot support planets!"

"I'm a fucking genius!"

The seventh brother looked at his own laughter, at his silver hair fluttering like a flag in the wind, and muttered for a long time before uttering two words: "Pervert. Of the nine of us, you are the most perverted."

"That's all!" Ye Feng waved his hand and said, "I'm going back to cultivate! Find the other Seven Absolute Prodigies and kill them all!"

"If you encounter something you can't beat, or if you find a wild puppy, wake me up!"

"That's it! Let's leave!"

Ye Feng embraced Lao Qi, and the instant their bodies met, his long, silvery-white hair faded away inch by inch, and his tall figure collapsed back into the silhouette of a child—his true self vanished. Only the wind remained, along with a jade pendant lying among the rubble.

On the other side, news of Ye Feng killing Gongzi Tan spread instantly throughout the entire region.

In the Heavenly Court, the sea of ​​clouds surged, and the lights of the celestial palace flickered.

The dormant clone suddenly opened its eyes from a deep sleep, its clothes already soaked with cold sweat.

Hua Xiaobai, who was in a meeting, looked at the sweating, lazy Lao Jiu with some surprise: "How come you're sober now, Boss Jiu? What happened?"

Old Nine, wiping away sweat, his fingertips still trembling, said incredulously, "Young Master is greedy."

Hua Xiaobai said, "So what if the young master is greedy?"

Old Nine was silent for a moment, then his voice was hoarse, as if it contained grit: "Dead."

"Ah!" Hua Xiaobai looked around in horror, and after confirming that no one was around, she lowered her voice and asked, "How did he die? He was the leader of the Seven Deadly Sins, how could he be gone so soon after entering the dimensional battlefield?"

Old Nine closed his eyes: "The big boss has made his move."

"The Big Boss?" Hua Xiaobai's face was full of admiration, his eyes lighting up instantly. "I knew it! Only the Big Boss could kill Young Master Tan in an instant! As expected, he truly lives up to his idol's reputation. He doesn't act unless he's absolutely certain, but when he does, he takes down the strongest of the Seven Deadly Sins, Greed! Well done! Young Master Tan deserved it!"

Old Nine rolled his eyes: "Hua Xiaobai, can't you have a conscience? Everything you have now is thanks to Young Master Tan!"

Hua Xiaobai snorted, "I don't like what Boss Jiu said. What do you mean he gave it to me? I earned it myself, okay? By the way, didn't Young Master Tan form an alliance with the boss? Why are they turning against each other halfway through? Something's not right!"

"That guy deserves to die," Old Nine said. "He ate the Seven Deadly Sins of Envy right in front of my boss! My boss has a moral fastidious streak and hates cannibalism the most."

Hua Xiaobai nodded thoughtfully: "Indeed, they deserve to die, cannibalism, sigh!"

Old Nine said, "Actually, eating people is a minor matter. The most important thing is that he cursed the boss's pancakes, saying they were disgusting and like poison. Otherwise, the boss's focused mindset on cultivation wouldn't have affected Old Seven to kill him!"

"My true self!"

"If you say his martial arts are trash, his cultivation is poor, and his realm is low, he'll just laugh it off and won't bother with you."

"But if you say his cooking is terrible, he'll really get angry with you."

Hua Xiaobai laughed, "This reminds me of a young chess master from my hometown. If you said his chess skills were rubbish, he wouldn't care, but if you said he was terrible at chess, he'd immediately break down and start cursing!"

People are generally more forgiving in areas they're good at, but they become very meticulous in areas they're not good at!