Eyes Lighting Up

Chen Fan landed in the center of the square.

The Myriad Dao Furnace was operating at full power. The five Fifth-Turn Origin Dao Seeds scattered on the battlefield, as well as all the Origin Source Light Points permeating the air, were swept away by an invisible suction force and completely entered Chen Fan's body.

Abundant energy coursed through his limbs and bones. Chen Fan twisted his neck, and his bones crackled.

Just as the last ray of Origin Source light was completely absorbed.

The sky above the Blackrock Guardian Zone suddenly distorted violently.

A Spatial Rift, hundreds of feet long, was forcibly torn open.

Ling Feng, wielding a long spear, was the first to rush out of the crevice.

The Qi and Blood of the Eighth-Turn Bone Tempering Realm were released without reservation.

Behind him followed dozens of top Prodigies from the Tianshu Guardian Zone, each exuding powerful Qi and Blood, with resolute eyes and drawn weapons.

Wei Yan received an alert from the Blackrock Guardian Zone and dispatched the strongest forces from Tianshu.

They were prepared to die in battle, all for the sake of rescuing Chen Fan from the Alien Races law enforcement team.

"Form ranks and prepare to meet the enemy!"

Ling Feng roared.

The spear pointed directly downwards.

But after he finished shouting, he found the square eerily quiet.

There was no monstrous sea of blood from the Blood Prison Clan, nor the absolute darkness of the Shadow Demon Race.

There was no sign of Alien Races law enforcement team.

All that remained were scattered rubble, the severely injured and paralyzed Shen Xuan and the others, and Chen Fan standing in the center, his clothes completely undamaged.

Ling Feng was stunned.

The dozens of Prodigies behind him were also stunned. They held their weapons, maintaining their charging stance, frozen in mid-air.

Someone asked in a low voice, "Is the intelligence wrong? Did the Alien Races not come at all?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhi leaned on his knife and stood up.

"They've arrived." Zhang Zhi's voice echoed across the square. "Xue Dingtian and Ye Xiao are leading the team. Five Fifth-Turn powerhouses are accompanying them."

The geniuses Prodigies Tianshu gasped in astonishment.

Ling Feng's hand gripping the spear trembled slightly. His gaze swept across the entire area, and he saw several unrecognizable pools of blood on the ground and sensed the lingering aura of Sixth-Turn Origin Source in the air.

My mind just can't wrap its head around it.

Ling Feng swallowed hard and landed in front of Chen Fan.

He glanced at Chen Fan, then at Shen Xuan in the distance.

"Where are the Blood Prison Clan and Shadow Demon Race's enforcement teams...?"

Ling Feng's voice was somewhat hoarse.

Chen Fan remained calm as he raised his hand and pointed to his stomach.

"Belch."

Chen Fan let out a burp.

The Blackrock Guardian Zone was deathly silent.

Ling Feng and the dozens of top Prodigies from the Tianshu Guardian Zone behind him were frozen in mid-air like a group of statues under a spell.

Everyone maintained a charging posture with weapons drawn and Qi and Blood surging, yet their eyes were filled with confusion and dazedness.

The scene was extremely bizarre.

That crisp burp, like a thunderclap, echoed repeatedly in the depths of everyone's Divine Soul, shattering their preconceived notions of Martial Dao.

"Belch."

What's this?

Signal that the battle is over?

Or... a final evaluation of the seven top Alien Races Prodigies?

As a powerful expert at the Eighth-Turn Bone Tempering Realm, Ling Feng's willpower far surpasses that of ordinary people.

He forcibly suppressed the surging waves in his heart, and his Divine Thought swept across the entire square like a tide.

Clear, crystal clear.

Two powerful, heart-palpitating Sixth-Turn Origin Source auras still lingered in the air, along with five equally formidable Fifth-Turn auras.

But they have all been extinguished like candles in the wind, completely gone, leaving not even a trace of life.

He then looked at Chen Fan in the center of the square.

His aura remained steadily at the Late-Fourth-Turn, Qi and Blood flowed smoothly throughout his body. Not to mention being injured, even the hem of his clothes remained perfectly intact.

Ling Feng's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty.

The team he brought was the strongest force in Tianshu, prepared to fight to the death, even at the cost of total annihilation, all to save the hope of Human Race from the jaws of death.

But now, the tiger... seems to have been eaten by hope.

"Well."

A sigh, feigned regret, broke the suffocating silence.

Chen Fan raised his head, glanced at the reinforcements hovering in mid-air with imposing momentum, and shrugged.

"Senior Ling Feng, you're late."

The takeout is all cold.

This casual remark was like an invisible slap in the face to all the geniuses of Tianshu Prodigies, almost causing them to lose their balance and fall from mid-air.

We risked our lives to come to your aid, and all we get here... is it like we're rushing to eat takeout?

Ling Feng took a deep breath, and with a flash, landed in front of Chen Fan. He concealed his outward-released Qi and Blood, but his eyes were sharp as knives, staring intently at Chen Fan.

What exactly happened?

"It's nothing," Chen Fan said casually, as if he were talking about something trivial. "They were too weak and couldn't take a beating, so I just cleaned them up."

As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked his finger.

Seven streams of Origin Power, like living spirits, flew precisely into the bodies of Shen Xuan, Tuo Bashan, and the others who were seriously injured in the distance.

The seven people who were struggling to hold on suddenly stabilized, and their pale faces visibly regained their color.

This display of terrifying control over the Origin Power made Ling Feng's eyelids twitch once again.

His gaze unconsciously swept over the dozens of elite Tianshu soldiers behind him.

Fifth-Turn, Sixth-Turn... and even two Seventh-Turn deputies.

This force is enough to dominate any intermediate battlefield in the Core Zone.

But in Chen Fan's eyes, this did not seem to be reinforcements.

Instead...

Chen Fan's eyes lit up.

Yes, that's the look in my eyes!

That wasn't the satisfaction of seeing fellow countrymen, but rather the gleaming look in a butcher's eyes when he sees a flock of plump, healthy sheep!

A top-tier team of henchmen—isn't this just handed to us?

Chen Fan, with his arms behind his back, strode confidently towards Ling Feng like a little adult, tilted his head back, and spoke in an unquestionable tone:

"Senior Ling Feng, since you're here, you might as well just relax."

"How about we go pull off a big heist?"

"Let's pull off a big heist?"

Ling Feng frowned, completely unable to keep up with the boy's leaps in thought.

He shouted sternly, "Nonsense! Senior Wei Yan's orders are: once you are confirmed to be safe, immediately return to the Tianshu Guardian Zone! All forces must consolidate their defenses and await the arrival of the Nine-Star Opportunity!"

"Contracting our defenses is tantamount to waiting to die."

Chen Fan hit the nail on the head, and his smile became somewhat playful.

"The Alien Races has occupied fifteen Guardian Zone, while we only have twelve. Are we entrusting our fate to chance, gambling that the Nine-Star Opportunity will just fall into our laps? Senior Ling Feng, do you enjoy gambling with your life?"

Ling Feng's breath hitched.

"Instead of passively taking a beating and waiting for a windfall, let's take the initiative and seize all their territory!"

Chen Fan's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a sweeping madness and domineering force.

"At that time, we will have twenty-seven Guardian Zone. Is there any doubt that the Nine-Star Opportunity will descend upon our territory? It can only, and must, descend upon our land!"

He pointed at Ling Feng, then at the group of stunned Prodigies Tianshu behind him, and finally at himself.