Under One Person, your rebellious life has reached the heavens?

"Boom!!!"

Before he finished speaking, Gumiou raised his hand, and dozens of booming bolts of lightning surged forth like an out-of-control horde of beasts.

"Oh!"

Jiang Mo blocked in front of him, his whole body blazing with silver, resembling an immortal, impervious to all magic. The rough lightning was easily blocked by him, becoming dim and dissipating.

"Old man, so stubborn."

"Then I will destroy your fragile body and your wavering faith along with it!"

Faced with the reprimand and watching the thunder shatter inch by inch, Gumiou had a bad feeling. The young man in front of him brought him an extreme sense of danger, far exceeding his expectations.

The other islanders also engaged in battle with Lu Jin. A pale-skinned boy underwent a strange transformation, his skin growing scales and his entire body turning into a beast, like a walking monster with a tail covered in sharp bone spurs that lashed out at Lu Jin like a whip.

"call out!"

Lu Jin dodged and closed in, his right elbow like a knife, fast as lightning, striking the orc's facial bones, blood splattering, and several of its teeth being knocked out.

"Roar!!!"

A twisted, ear-piercing roar rolled in, the orc was enraged, clashed head-on with Lu Jin, and was defeated once again.

"die!"

Seeing these outsiders acting so arrogantly, Gumiou roared in anger, his robust physique showing no signs of decline due to age.

Amazing lightning crackled around his limbs, his eyes shone brightly blue, and he entered his strongest state. He gripped a spear formed from lightning and thrust it fiercely at Jiang Mo.

"boom--!"

His pale fingers gripped the gun tightly, and even as Gumio exerted all his strength, his muscles bulging, and explosive power poured in one after another, he remained unmoved.

Jiang Mo looked at the old man in front of him with a half-smile and teased, "This isn't enough!"

"boom!!!"

Before anyone else could react, a gust of wind suddenly arose.

Jiang Mo single-handedly suppressed Gu Miou, pushing him aside and sending the old man nearly a hundred meters away.

His feet were firmly planted on the sand, and even though they became points of leverage, the furrows he had dug were still grotesque, like a centipede lying across the beach.

"Who the hell are you?!"

Gumiou felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and his voice was filled with apprehension, devoid of any arrogance.

In the first round of their fight, he knew he had no chance against this freak; their reactions and strength were simply not on the same level.

"boom!"

However, in response, Jiang Mo unleashed a powerful punch. Just before it struck the old man's chest, countless bolts of lightning converged, forming a thick lightning shield.

"puff!!"

The terrifying force of the punch pierced through the shield, shattering the solid shield into countless pieces. Gumiou's vision went black, he coughed up blood, and his face contorted in pain.

Before his anger could be vented, it was replaced by fear. His internal organs were churning violently. Without this defensive move, he would have surely died on the spot.

"Bam—!"

Gumiou flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, flying dozens of meters before crashing onto the beach, blood dripping from his mouth and his limbs twitching uncontrollably.

He struggled to his feet from the seawater, watching the white-clad figure approaching step by step. He felt more powerless than ever before, and even his steps were out of control, restless, trying to retreat.

Chapter 91 Confrontation: King and Guard

"I didn't tell you to get up."

"call out!"

Jiang Mo attacked again, and Gu Miou's limbs stiffened, his body swayed, and he was unable to resist.

"Lie still."

"thump!"

The elderly Nasen Jiuwei, who was over eighty years old, was grabbed by the face by Jiang Mo and pushed underwater.

"Boom!!!"

Dense arcs of lightning erupted wildly from Gumiou's heart. Tormented by drowning, he struggled desperately, and terrifying electric currents radiated around him, causing many fish corpses to float to the surface.

Jiang Mo, however, acted as if nothing had happened, letting the lightning strike him. His physical body, enhanced by the triple rebirth, was far stronger than that.

His strength was perfectly controlled, at Gumio's limit. Under the suppression of his slender fingers, the enemy's struggles became weaker and weaker. Seawater seeped into his body, and the old man, suffering from severe oxygen deprivation, fell into a coma.

After a long silence of ten seconds, suddenly, water splashed up, arms flailing wildly, and Gumio teetered on the brink of death, his will to survive reaching its peak.

"Wow!"

Jiang Mo picked him up and threw him toward the distant stronghold. The disheveled and weak Gumiou crashed into the campfire, panting heavily, his chest heaving.

"boom!"

In another battle, the beast-like youth had his arms broken by Lu Jin, forced to kneel on the ground, and then a leg swept across his chest, blood splattering everywhere. He flew backward, his fate unknown. The other islanders were all wounded and unable to approach.

Lu Jin, who has undergone a second rebirth, already possesses the combat power of a grandmaster. Apart from the Nasen Guards, the islanders are easy for him to kill.

Jiang Mo's right hand, with its flowing Qi, transformed into a silver chain that wrapped tightly around Gu Mio's throat, dragging this defeated dog towards the islanders.

A deathly silence instantly spread, and everyone fell silent, instinctively avoiding Jiang Mo's gaze. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, how could they believe that the nine guards under the throne would suffer such a crushing defeat?

"Return the supplies that belong to us."

Lu Jin negotiated with Gumio again, her words icy and leaving no room for refusal: "This is your Nasen's last chance."

“God will not blame me for my defeat. You filthy outsiders will eventually be punished by God.”

Gumiou's throat was scalded and bloodied by the blazing silver chains churning with yang energy, but he gritted his teeth and angrily refused.

"Uncle-Master...they refuse to give it to me."

"it is good."

"Then let's go to the island."

Jiang Mo gazed at the southeast coast, where, several kilometers away, lay an ancient island lying on the dark sea.

"Wow!!!"

The instant he withdrew his gaze, dozens of white Qi flames floated around Jiang Mo, instantly shooting out in all directions, reaping all the islanders present.

"No!!! You madman, you demon!!"

Gumi watched helplessly as the familiar islanders begged him for help, their bodies dissipating like ashes, his anger completely overwhelming his reason.

“Nathan Guard..…”

"Those bastards are so noisy."

Jiang Mo slightly bent his fingers, tightening the chains even more. Gu Miou struggled in pain, almost having his throat strangled, and mumbled incoherently.

"Let's go, Jin'er."

Jiang Mo walked along the seashore, and countless waves receded where he stepped, revealing a damp muddy path on the seabed.

Nasenwei was dragged along for several kilometers, a distance that was neither close nor far.

With each step Jiang Mo took, Gu Miou grew increasingly anxious and uneasy. It was no exaggeration to say that the young man before him was more terrifying than a natural disaster; if he were to land on the island, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Gumiou even wondered if the other guards, along with the king, could possibly stop this person.

km...

500 meters...

100 meters...

As he was about to reach the island, Gumiou secretly gathered his strength, his nerves on edge. As long as he could touch that great land, he could escape the devil's imprisonment.

"Karaara..."

Just as he was feeling relieved, the chains began to turn. Gumio was shocked, his breathing grew weaker and weaker, and in his dying moments, he vaguely saw his head being strangled. The white figure dragged the corpse and continued to climb the island.

Despair, fear, and regret swept over the old man like an ocean, completely overwhelming his remaining consciousness.

Nathanwei – Gumieu, died.

"Boom!!!"

Amidst the raging waves, Jiang Mo successfully landed on the island. In an instant, a mysterious surge of energy touched both him and Lu Jin.

"Uncle-Master?!" Lu Jin exclaimed warily.

"It's good that we've been discovered; they're coming."

Jiang Mo remained calm and composed. Since the opposing Nathan Guard and King possessed the ability to freely traverse islands, they were likely aware of every blade of grass and tree on the islands, let alone an outsider like himself.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, a transparent vortex appeared on the mountains not far away, and six figures in gray robes emerged from it.

Surrounded by the crowd at the center was a middle-aged man with silver, tousled hair. His eyes were like the deep starry sky, radiating an aura as profound as an abyss, a stark contrast to the other Nathan Guards.

What's even more terrifying is that his life seemed to be linked to the entire island, with no end in sight.

Surrounded by stars, King Nathan.

The coastal winds and waves gradually calmed down in that instant, and the air became heavy. For the first time in nearly five hundred years, King Nathan, the strongest king, was present at the scene and his gaze fell on the two shimmering white figures.

The Nasen Guards beside him were all relatively young islanders: a woman with long, red hair and fiery lips; a ronin holding a katana to his chest with a solemn expression; and a sorcerer in black robes holding a talisman.

"boom!"

Jiang Mo swung the silver chain, flinging the headless corpse over, unleashing a torrent of rage and murderous intent.

For Nathan Island, throughout the distant past, there have been only a handful of outsiders who have dared to challenge their authority like this—no more than two or three.

However, before they could speak, Lu Jin stepped forward in Jiang Mo's place, his voice echoing in all directions and reverberating through the mountains and forests:

"Return the looted goods, or this island will be destroyed."

The domineering words made everyone frown; they were by no means kind words. The killing intent released by the other person was overwhelming like a tsunami, standing against the six of them.

"Chen, what is this person saying? They must be from your area, right?"

King Nathan asked the black-clad sorcerer beside him.

"Yes, these people are known as the number one mystical sect in the world in their homeland. They are among the most powerful extraordinary individuals."

Nasenwei, who was called 'Chen', felt extremely troubled just thinking about the Great Ying Immortal who stood at the pinnacle of the righteous path and dominated the world, especially the two young men in front of him, who might even be his personal disciples.

“Your Majesty, they demand that we return the goods. If you refuse, they will destroy the entire island.”

Upon hearing this, King Nathan remained composed, simply asking, "Do you think they have that capability?"

“No…but Your Majesty, I sincerely and earnestly remind you that the forces behind them may indeed be capable of doing so. My advice is that you abandon that shipment.”

The rest of the Nathan Guards were shaken by Chen's suggestion, knowing that he was always the most cautious and prudent among them.

King Nathan stared at the figure, still weighing the pros and cons. He also knew how terrifying the enemy was; the feeling that made his blood pound was no exaggeration.

Even with the blessing of the entire island and the divine tree, he still wasn't absolutely certain he could keep the other party.

At this moment, Nathan, the guard carrying the katana, pointed out incisively:

"Wang...you can't let these guys escape. Do you think they'll let us off after losing so many supplies and personnel?"

"Moreover, with Gumiou dead, there is no room for reconciliation. If we retreat now, the Divine Tree will not forgive our cowardice."

The already tense atmosphere was completely pushed to the brink by his words, and both Nathan Guard and the other guards abandoned any hope of negotiation.

"Alright...then let's leave them here."

King Nathan made the final decision.

With things having come to this point, he had no way out. Looking at the headless corpse, he was overwhelmed with mixed feelings.

A surging gray energy gradually revived from King Nathan's body, vast and boundless, covering hundreds of meters, causing the mountains to shake and the ocean to roar.

The auras of the five Nathan Guards also surged, as ancient blessings flowed through their bodies like a spring, allowing them to reach their peak state.

A distant myth, the king and his guards who carry the legacy of the forest kingdom, are about to face a powerful enemy who has crossed the sea from the other side!