Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

The electric whip swept across, instantly splitting the car in half; a ditch several meters deep was blasted into the road; pedestrians who couldn't dodge in time fell to the ground one after another.

The machine guns roared and sprayed bullets, while miniature missiles exploded wildly, leaving trails of flame, turning the entire street into ruins in an instant.

Screams, cries, and the sound of shattering glass filled the air, a heart-wrenching cacophony.

The two men, clad in silver-gray armor, moved with lightning speed. Wherever they passed, passersby who couldn't avoid them either had limbs severed or died on the spot.

Xuyang Villa isn't S.H.I.E.L.D., and has absolutely no obligation to clean up the mess that Whiplash and Iron Man made for the whole world.

Zhong Guohong assembled the Yaoyang Squad with only two goals: to protect his own people and to safeguard this planet.

In his eyes, the opponents that the Radiant Sun Squad should keep a close eye on are calamities like Thanos who can crush galaxies, and those like Steppenwolf who trample civilizations with their iron hooves.

As for Justin, Whiplash, Stryker, and the like? They're not even qualified to be targets.

After a fierce battle in the first half, Whiplash's armor was shattered by Tony's blows, he knelt down and vomited blood, and was eventually dragged away by a police car.

Tony Stark's craftsmanship is miles ahead of Whiplash and the O'Badya team.

His armor is sharper and faster; he also has the potent power of super soldier serum coursing through his veins—in close combat alone, the armored whip is nothing more than a breathing iron can in front of him.

That morning, Iron Man Tony Stark, Captain Rogers, Thor, Hawkeye Barton, and others all crowded into the S.H.I.E.L.D. conference room.

Nick strode in and explained the situation in a few words.

Natasha didn't come, and the Hulk was absent, but the Avengers were still officially formed.

Four agents who had been injected with the Super Soldier Serum took an oath to join the team on the spot.

Loki stole the Tesseract and ripped a scarlet gash in it.

The alliance had barely been established when its goals were already set: to eliminate Loki and destroy the Chitauri.

The Chitauri army swarmed in through the rift, filling the sky above Manhattan in a dark mass.

The aircraft roared and circled, the dragon-shaped mechs bared their fangs, and armored warriors crashed into the streets and alleys, shattering glass and twisting steel bars.

Without Natasha's eyes and ears and the Hulk's rage, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s defenses were crumbling.

The moment the call ended, Chung Kwok-hung had already teleported to Manhattan.

"Zhong, just you?" Nick frowned—no Hulk, no Black Widow, and even Wanda was nowhere to be found. He was very worried about the situation.

Professor Charles's X-Men were already bogged down in a quagmire and barely had time to spare, let alone have any manpower.

Stryker, clutching Yuriko Koyama, wandered around the city, pricking the mutant's neck with a needle. One dose depleted his talent, sealed his bloodline, and turned him back into an ordinary human.

Trask Industries' capture teams swept through the area, and at Xavier's School of the Rising Sun, a third of the faces had vanished forever.

"A bunch of greenhorns, I'm worth ten of them." Zhong Guohong's voice was calm, without the slightest hint of emotion.

"Zhong, can the passage be shut down?" Nick's eyes were burning with anticipation.

"Give it a try." Before the words were even finished, the other person had already disappeared.

Leaping onto the roof of a skyscraper, with a slight thought, the copied Rubik's Cube suddenly stopped working.

He kicked over the control panel, casually pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and let the smoke curl upwards, looking as relaxed as if he were sunbathing on his own balcony.

Once the breach closed, the Chitauri's retreat was completely cut off.

He spread his five fingers, and the strongest metal hummed and coalesced, forming a long sword with a chilling light that appeared out of nowhere.

With a swift movement and a flash of light, two Chitauri warriors, along with their mounts, were shredded into countless fragments by the sharp blade energy.

With a thought flashing through his mind, he thrust out a palm, and Yin-Yang True Qi soared into the air, transforming into dragons. The two dragons roared and crashed together, causing the two dragon-shaped mechs to explode with a deafening roar, and debris fell like rain.

"Brother, is this someone we know?" Rogers couldn't help but ask.

"The owner of Xuyang Manor." Tony Stark's pupils contracted, and his voice tightened.

"...Sunrise Manor?" Rogers was stunned, his face full of disbelief.

Zhong Guohong stepped into the void, his long sword sweeping across the ground. Wherever the blade's light touched, swathes of Chitauri warriors and flying machines crumbled to pieces.

His physical body is comparable to an ancient divine mountain, and the Yin and Yang true energy within his body has continued uninterrupted for 100,000 years.

The sword intent, imbued with true energy, burst forth with sword energy capable of cleaving even vibranium in two.

The Chitauri's scrap metal was as brittle as paper before this blade's power.

The power of the Minghong Blade, which swallowed five Infinity Stones, is so terrifying that he has never dared to draw it lightly.

Even after consuming only five, it was already approaching the destructive power of the Infinity Gauntlet.

What he feared wasn't losing, but rather that if he cleaved the earth with his sword, the entire crust of the Marvel Universe would evaporate.

"Loki has ill intentions? Then send him to his death."

The blade flashed again, and the power of the phoenix wrapped around the blade energy as it roared out. Loki didn't even have time to scream before he turned into a wisp of ashes.

To bring an alien army to attack Earth? That's suicide!

If we don't get rid of Loki, are we just going to wait for Thor to take him back to Asgard?

Even if Loki were to massacre the entire Fifth Avenue in New York, Odin would never personally take the life of his adopted son.

"Asgard still has the eternal flame; if you don't cut the weeds at the root, they will grow wildly again with a single gust of fire."

The thought had barely formed in his mind when a blazing white flame erupted from Zhong Guohong's fingertips, incinerating Loki's body into nothingness, leaving not a single ash.

"If he can survive like that, then I'm truly impressed."

Before his words had even faded, he had already swept into the battlefield, and the Zeta Swiss soldiers fell in droves, like wheat cut down by a sickle.

Before we knew it, more than an hour had passed.

When the battle ended, Manhattan was a scene of devastation: skyscrapers jutted into the clouds, their glass curtain walls shattered; among the ruins, corpses lay sprawled, some curled up, some lying face up; the streets were filled with charred and deformed cars, like piles of twisted metal skeletons.

Conference room on the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier.

The aircraft carrier was fitted with four giant turbofan engines, transforming it into an aerial fortress capable of hovering and diving.

"Zhong, thank you very much this time." Nick raised his glass.

"It's my duty to defend this territory, there's no need for thanks." Chung Kwok-hung smiled warmly, but his tone was impeccable.

"Come on, let's have a drink." Nick raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"Just what I wanted." Zhong Guohong casually pulled out a celadon wine pot.

"What kind of wine?" Nick asked.

"A century-old vintage, Wuliangye First Grade," he answered crisply.

"Change it!" Nick splashed the red wine, emptying the glass.

Chung Kwok-hung uncorked the bottle and filled each glass to the brim—the amber liquid slid to the bottom of the glass, and the aroma instantly filled his nostrils.

"It smells so good! Zhong, how about buying me a few jars?" Tony's eyes lit up, completely forgetting that he had billions in his account.

"Not for sale." Zhong Guohong shook his head decisively, without the slightest hesitation.

He holds a treasure bowl in his hand, and can infinitely replicate any mortal object that he has seen or touched.

Moutai, Wuliangye, aged Pu'er tea... all on Earth are sealed exactly as they were a hundred years ago, not a single jar is missing.

He lived for 149 years in his previous life, and after deducting more than 20 years from his previous life, he steadily and reliably lived through 120 years.

He can have as much of anything he wants, the older the better.