Can You Open the Door Now?
"Awoo!"
The eyes of the Bloodfang Race warriors at the front row instantly turned blood red. They let out howls mixed with excitement and greed, and with their hind legs they pushed off the ground, turning into several bloody afterimages that smelled of blood, rushing from different directions toward what they saw as a tender and juicy dessert.
The sharp claws tore through the air, creating a piercing whistling sound.
On the mountain ridge, Shen Xuan subconsciously raised his folding fan to cover half his face, revealing only a pair of helpless eyes. He muttered to himself, "This guy... couldn't he have come up with a slightly more normal entrance? He had to make it sound like a theatrical performance."
Tuo Bashan, standing beside him, presented a completely different picture.
"Roar!"
Tuo Bashan could no longer restrain himself. His muscles bulged, and his yellowish-brown Qi and Blood surged uncontrollably from his body. His large, copper-bell-shaped eyes burned with pure fighting spirit.
If Chen Fan hadn't yet given the order, he would have already become the first cannonball and charged down.
Inside the protective barrier, the young man wielding the Broken Sword, along with all the surviving Human Race behind him, were completely frozen in Prodigies.
Their brains seemed to have been forcibly paused by an invisible hand, completely unable to process the absurd, bizarre, and even slightly darkly humorous scene before them.
A ten-year-old child?
Lost?
What kind of mindset could lead someone to do something so incomprehensible?
At this moment, the Bloodfang Race warrior charging at the forefront was already within arm's reach.
A ferocious, twisted smile clung to its face, and its sharp claws, gleaming with a cold metallic light, drew an arc in the air. It could already imagine that the human cub's head would explode under its claws like a ripe berry in the next second.
However, Chen Fan remained standing in the same spot.
He didn't even bother to adopt a defensive stance; he simply raised his youthful face slightly, looking at the claws that were rapidly enlarging in his pupils, emitting a strong, pungent stench.
The innocent, harmless smile on his face slowly faded at that moment.
Instead, there was an indifference.
"Children's flesh..."
Chen Fan repeated the sentence softly.
I hate it when people say I'm delicious.
The moment the words left his mouth, Chen Fan moved.
He raised his right hand and thrust it forward, aiming a punch at the Bloodfang Race warrior's muscular chest.
The moment Chen Fan's fist made contact with the Bloodfang Race warrior's body, time seemed to freeze for a split second.
Then, to everyone's astonishment, an unbelievable scene unfolded!
The Qi and Blood Bloodfang Race warrior, with his powerful blood and strong physique, was silently annihilated, starting from the chest where the fist struck him!
One punch!
Instant kill!
Not even ashes remained!
The once bustling battlefield fell into a deathly silence.
Even the sound of the wind seemed to stand still at that moment.
The Bloodfang Race leader's twisted, maniacal laugh froze on his face.
Behind them, the Demon Armor Race leader's compound eyes, which had been looking on with amusement, suddenly narrowed.
Inside the light barrier, the young man with the Broken Sword stared wide-eyed, the Broken Sword in his hand clattering to the ground, completely unaware of it.
After absorbing that Origin Power, Chen Fan smacked his lips imperceptibly, as if he had just finished an appetizer, and then frowned slightly, seemingly somewhat dissatisfied.
"The taste is alright."
"It's just... a bit too little."
He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the blank space in front of him, left by the instantaneous vaporization of his companions, and calmly across the dark, imposing army of hundreds of powerful Alien Races.
"Have no idea..."
He spoke softly to himself, yet his voice clearly reached the ears of every living being.
"Is what you have left enough for me to eat?"
These words, like a fuse igniting a powder keg, became the final straw that broke the camel's back for the Alien Races coalition.
Kill him!
"Avenge my third brother!"
"Tear him to pieces!"
After a brief silence, an even more ferocious roar erupted.
However, just as their momentum reached its peak, Chen Fan's figure suddenly vanished from the spot.
The next moment, a golden lightning bolt, invisible to the naked eye, instead of retreating, charged forward with a fierce and resolute manner, crashing into the dark mass of Alien Races troops!
Chen Fan weaved through hundreds of Alien Races Prodigies like a tiger among sheep.
With every raised hand, every flick of the finger, every seemingly casual sweep of the sleeve, an Alien Races prodigy would inevitably be silently annihilated, turning into specks of Origin Source Prodigies, which would then be frantically devoured by the invisible Great Furnace formed by the "Myriad Dao Furnace Scripture" within his body!
"Puff!"
A chief of the Demon Armor Race, renowned for its defense, had just unfurled its prized armor shield when a golden Stream of Light easily pierced through it, turning its Divine Soul into specks of light.
"No!!"
A Bloodfang Race warrior watched helplessly as his companions turned to ashes one by one. He let out a desperate roar and turned to flee.
But it had only taken two steps when a small, fair hand reached out from the Void and gently pressed against the top of its head.
"Don't rush off."
With a soft voice, its world was plunged into eternal darkness.
Less than a minute.
The basin, which had once been filled with deafening noise and murderous intent, has once again returned to deathly silence.
This time, however, the hundreds of Alien Races allied troops who had surrounded the Human Race Guardian Zone had vanished without a trace.
Only Chen Fan remained in the air, standing silently in place.
He let out a satisfied burp, his surging Qi and Blood becoming even more vigorous after absorbing a massive amount of Origin Source, and his strength improved by more than one point.
He slowly turned around and looked at the blue light shield not far away, which was still swaying in the wind as if it could shatter at any moment.
Inside the light shield, the thirty Human Race Prodigies already dumbfounded, frozen in place as if they had been collectively Petrification.
Chen Fan's face once again displayed that harmless, innocent smile.
He walked briskly to the light barrier, raised his delicate white hand, and gently tapped on the illusory Light Screen.
Knock knock.
The crisp tapping sound stood out starkly in the deathly silence of the basin.
He tilted his head back and asked in a polite tone:
"Um... excuse me."
"Can we open the door now?"
"I really came here to find the Human Race Gathering Point."
Open the door?
Yes, we need to open the door!
The young man with the Broken Sword at the head of the group, Lin Jue, trembled violently.
His mind was still buzzing, unable to process the one-sided massacre that had lasted less than a minute.
A child... got lost... and then, wiped out a group of Alien Races Prodigies?
This is fucking...
Etc!
A crazy idea surged from the deepest part of my heart like a volcanic eruption!
Such terrifying combat power, such unbelievable age, and... that name!