The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

After several days, the bandits reappeared.

The officials of New Washington City were quite sensible; they used the excuse that they were busy arresting citizens who had purchased items for free, and therefore did not take action against the bandits who helped them eliminate the world boss.

However, they reported it to their superiors.

There was no way to stop them; if they didn't report it, the Tenth Patriarch could replace them all with a new batch of people.

So, just as Song Gua finished dealing with Thorne, the enemy arrived.

"Whoosh!!"

A golden beam of light swept across the sky above Song Gua's head, as if to split the blue sky in two.

It was too fast; Song Gua hadn't even seen what the light was.

But soon, at the end of the light's path, a white man with graying temples, wearing a yellow suit draped over his shoulders, flew over.

"Well... it flew too far again..."

Upon seeing the dice, he said with a forced smile.

"Well... this must be the most powerful one among the bandits, right? I heard from the Poison Ancestor that you killed sixteen early-stage Divine Transformation cultivators below level 95. You're quite a formidable young man."

Song Gua crossed his arms in front of his chest.

Although this person, like the Poison Ancestor, is someone whose level cannot be determined even by information probing.

Yet Song Gua remained equally unperturbed.

Even if he suddenly attacks and can kill me instantly, so what?

My Song Gua will never fall!

All clones: "We will!"

Who are you?

"Well... my real name is Huang Can, but no one has called me that for many years. They all call me Guangzu now."

"I'll bring glory to my ancestors, I'll bring honor to my family!"

After making his sarcastic remarks, Song Gua pondered the matter carefully and couldn't help but ask a question.

"One of the Ten Ancestors, a Divine Transformation at the Ancestor Level?"

"Well... that's right."

Song Gua clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"You're awesome! Goodbye!"

After saying that, he prepared to change seats and leave.

"Wait a minute!"

Guangzu called out to Song Gua.

"Should we give me a 'Friendly Citizen' award? No thanks, we 'bandits' are what we call vigilantes, we don't care about these honors!"

"Kid, Poison Ancestor ordered me to come and kill you, but I think you're a talented person, and your organization isn't like the Rebel Alliance or the Avengers, trying to destroy the foundation of my Federation."

In fact, I think you are the pillars of the Federation.

It's simply that some aristocratic families have lost some resources.

It's nothing more than some of the Federation's illusionary divine monuments falling into your hands.

They're all minor matters.

As long as you and the bandits are willing to become allies of the Federation, everything from the past can be wiped clean.

You like to hide your identities, that's fine, I assure you no one is forcing you to reveal them.

At that time, the Federation can provide you with any resources you want.

All you need to do is contribute to the world when necessary.

That sounds nice.

It's even a little tempting.

But every gift from fate comes with a price.

Even if Guangzu's words were sincere.

The price he set in mind was definitely a sure thing, a guaranteed profit.

Song Gua didn't want to become someone else's weapon, or even a dog.

The most crucial point is...

What kind of foolish person would trust the enemy?

The Federation has spent enormous resources and manpower to maintain the more than eighty divine transformations that have lasted for thousands of years, and it has never died.

As a result, sixteen of them were killed in a single battle by Song Gua.

Judging from the Poison Ancestor's reaction at the time, the God of Slaughter's Transformation was definitely something that would shake the very foundation of the Federation.

Guangzu deliberately avoided mentioning this matter, which shows that he actually cares about it.

Therefore, the bandits and the Federation have become enemies and can only be adversaries.

"So you've come here to offer amnesty."

"Well... we're all compatriots on this beautiful planet, so why talk about surrendering or not? We should fight together for this planet."

"Are you one of my compatriots? May I ask, is the one who said these words Huang Can, or some foreigner with silver skin and silver hair?"

Guangzu has squinty eyes.

Upon hearing this, his eyes suddenly opened.

He raised his hand and pointed, and a beam of yellow light shot out from his fingertip, instantly hitting Song Gua.

One of the clones died.

The Song hexagram remains unharmed.

"Not dead?"

Guangzu found it very strange.

What puzzled him wasn't why Song Gua hadn't died.

The problem is that he didn't find out what skills or items Song Gua used, yet he still didn't die?

It's as if he himself possesses an immortal body.

"A phantom?"

Guangzu believed that only those who possessed their own path could possibly have the ability to protect themselves without relying on the power of other professionals.

Song Gua chuckled.

"Let me guess, after the Divine Transformation, an alien soul will appear in the professional's body. As the Divine Transformation level increases, this alien soul will gradually awaken and replace the original soul."

The so-called Ten Ancestors are actually those who have completely completed the divine transformation, where the soul of a different race replaces the original soul, right?

The more Song Gua spoke, the uglier Guangzu's expression became.

Song Gua did it on purpose.

If you want to keep this secret, I'll just tell you right in front of you and make you furious!

"Buzz!"

Guangzu swung his right arm, and a burst of light shone forth, coalescing into a two-meter-long lightsaber.

"Prepare to die!"

Guangzu's figure flashed, transforming into a golden light, and he arrived in front of Song Gua almost instantly, sweeping his sword horizontally.

This ancestor lived up to his name; when he moved, he was like light—too fast.

What you see is already here.

There's no way to avoid the Song hexagram.

Another clone died.

Guangzu was dumbfounded.

My lightsaber clearly cleaved Song Gua from top to bottom, so how come he's still not dead?

The physical body remains intact?

What kind of path is this?

Song Gua knew that he was no match for the Tenth Patriarch and did not continue to fight him.

"Old dog Huang, I'll remember this grudge from today's two moves! Just you wait!"

The dice disappeared.

"Invisibility?"

Guangzu's eyes gleamed with golden light; this move could detect stealth-type skills.

"No?"

Guangzu frowned.

"Impossible! He couldn't have teleported such a huge distance without warning. He must still be here!"

Guangzu did not leave. He put away his lightsaber, and with a series of swift movements of his five fingers, beams of golden light flew out from his fingertips, shooting wildly in all directions.

"BOOM BOOM BOOM!!"

The land below was blasted into numerous large craters by the bombardment of Guangzu, resembling the dense formation of meteorite craters on the surface of the moon.

The Night King was trembling in fear on the land directly below the Light Ancestor.

"Old Deng shouldn't be able to see through me, right? No, no, Yin Yang Escape is a direct disappearance. As long as I don't use the skill, I can't be exposed, and no one can find me."

I see you!

"Ha, this is just kids playing house, who would believe you?"

The next second, Song Gua and Night King switched positions.

A beam of light struck Song Gua directly.

Another clone died.

The Night King was still shaken.

"You old scoundrel! How do you know he saw me?"

"I don't know, I'm just too scared to gamble."

Song Gua raised three fingers, pointing them at Guangzu in the sky.

"Three moves!"

Song Gua switched positions again, this time taking over as a warrior from the cannon fodder group.

"You old dog! I'll fight you to the death!! Ah!!!"

The cannon fodder rushed forward and immediately activated their self-destruct abilities.

Upon seeing this, Guangzu transformed into a beam of yellow light and swiftly fled to a very distant place.

When he saw the huge white mushroom cloud created by the bandits' self-destruction in the sky behind him, Guangzu revealed a knowing expression.

"Well... I see. This person not only possesses the power of a professional, the essence of life, and a dark artifact, but probably something else entirely..."