Madness Together

"One Eighth-Turn."

"A Fourth-Turn capable of killing Sixth-Turn cultivator."

"Plus, there are several dozen elite soldiers who are at least at the Fifth-Turn."

A defiant smile curved Chen Fan's lips, his tone filled with an undeniable allure.

"This power is enough to sweep through all the Intermediate Guardian Zones in the Core Zone! Those so-called top Prodigies of the Alien Races are nothing but a bunch of pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered!"

"Is it better to go back and wait to die, pinning your hopes on a pipe dream of luck?"

"Come out with me for some meat, and take control of your destiny, your opportunities, and everything else!"

"Senior, you choose one."

Boom!

Ling Feng's heart pounded violently, and a long-suppressed flame exploded in his chest.

Chen Fan's words were like a giant hammer, shattering the orders and rules he had adhered to, and revealing a wilder world, more in line with the nature of Martial Artists, to him in a bloody and brutal way.

Holding on means entrusting the future of our compatriots to luck.

He launched his attack, using the gun in his hand to personally carve out a future for Human Race!

He looked at the boy before him, whose eyes were calm yet seemed to contain a galaxy of stars and the universe.

Beneath that calm lies a madness powerful enough to overturn the entire world!

Behind him, a Seventh-Turn Prodigies couldn't help but swallow hard, muttering under his breath, "Damn... why do I feel like what he said... might actually make some sense?"

This sentence was like igniting a powder keg.

"Damn it! I've been so frustrated for too long! Playing defense all day, like a coward hiding in a turtle!"

"Take it! Take all the territory of the Alien Races race!"

"Ling Feng! Let's do it!"

The elites of Tianshu were all proud sons who had fought their way through Corpse Mountain and Sea of Blood; the same ferocious fighting spirit flowed in their veins. Chen Fan's words ignited their passion.

Ling Feng gripped the spear tightly, his knuckles cracking slightly from the force.

He stared intently at Chen Fan and asked, word by word:

"How confident are you?"

Chen Fan smiled.

He didn't answer, but simply held up one finger and shook it gently.

"Senior, you've got one thing wrong."

From the moment we stand here, it's not a matter of how confident we are.

"But those Alien Races, what chance do they have of surviving?"

Ling Feng stared intently at Chen Fan, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. A fire that had been suppressed for too long by rules and commands surged wildly up his spine, almost burning through his skull.

Holding firm is a sign of rationality and consideration for the overall situation.

To strike is instinct; it is the only truth belonging to Martial Artists and warriors!

Behind him, the top Prodigies of the Tianshu Guardian Zone were breathing heavily, and their eyes were like burning torches, frighteningly intense.

"Ling Feng! Let's do it!"

"Damn it! Senior Wei Yan is too cautious, but on the path of Martial Dao, caution is tantamount to retreat!"

"We are willing to follow junior Chen Fan and forge a future together!"

Suppressed growls of excitement merged into a raging torrent, completely shattering the last dam of reason in Ling Feng's heart.

He gripped the spear tightly, his knuckles cracking from the force, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Chen Fan, and his hoarse voice carrying a desperate resolve.

"Done!"

"I'll take responsibility for what happened with Senior Wei Yan!"

"Boom!!"

The moment those two words were uttered, all the Tianshu Prodigies within the Blackrock Guardian Zone erupted in a deafening cheer!

The pent-up frustration, the helplessness in the face of the Alien Races invasion, and the despair of waiting to be killed all transformed into a soaring fighting spirit and killing intent at this moment!

The way they looked at the ten-year-old boy had completely changed.

It's no longer a matter of scrutiny, no longer a matter of shock.

It is not fanaticism, but faith, and the piety of following the gods to the altar!

"Very good."

Chen Fan seemed to have anticipated this, calmly nodded, and turned to walk in front of the huge Star Map Light Screen.

The crowd immediately gathered around him, automatically surrounding him in the center.

Ling Feng took a deep breath, suppressing the excitement in his heart. As the most experienced person in the area, he pointed to several coordinates flashing red on the Star Map and began to quickly explain the situation.

"This is the distribution of the Alien Races- Guardian Zones around us. The three closest Intermediate Guardian Zones are..."

His finger finally landed on a blood-red dot marked as extremely dangerous, and his expression became incredibly solemn.

"The Blazing Guardian Zone is Guardian Yan Xiao of the Firewing Race, Seventh-Turn Bone Tempering Realm expert. His fire control techniques are unparalleled, and he is extremely powerful and tyrannical. He also has two Sixth-Turn deputies and thousands of elite Firewing Race soldiers under his command. This is a tough nut to crack; once the battle begins, it will be a fierce and bloody one."

Seventh-Turn Bone Tempering Realm!

Upon hearing this word, several of the Tianshu Prodigies, who had just been riding high on their excitement, couldn't help but pause slightly in their breathing.

That represents the absolute pinnacle of the Core Zone strength!

Chen Fan, Fourth-Turn cultivator, was able to defeat Sixth-Turn, a feat already unheard of. However, there is a huge gap between the Seventh-Turn and Sixth-Turn, and their combat strength is incomparable.

Even if their team, which brings together the most elite forces of the Human Race, were to be fully mobilized, they would have no chance of easily defeating Yan Xiao, and might even... pay a heavy price.

In an instant, the air, which had just been boiling, seemed to cool down a bit.

However, Chen Fan merely glanced calmly at the coordinates flashing with a dangerous red light, as if it were not an enemy that would trouble even an Eighth-Turn expert, but simply a dish on a menu.

He stretched out his finger and gently touched the blood-red dot.

His movements were casual, his tone indifferent, yet they carried an undeniable decisiveness.

"That's it."

He paused, then seemed to remember something, a pure smile playing on his lips, and added a sentence.

"Seventh-Turn Origin Dao Seed should taste quite good."

Hiss!!

Upon hearing this, a collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the crowd.

Do they see Seventh-Turn powerhouse as... food on their plate?

That's fucking bad!

The last trace of hesitation in everyone's hearts due to the difference in strength was completely shattered by these words.

Madman!

Following a madman like this means either going mad together, or... witnessing him create madness!

Ling Feng felt his heart pounding in his chest. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and asked in a low voice, "Alright! It's him! When do we set off? Yan Xiao is incredibly powerful, with many strong warriors under his command. We need time to develop a detailed plan, scout the enemy's situation, and minimize casualties!"

Every word he uttered was perfectly correct and perfectly befitting of a Commander.

However, upon hearing this, Chen Fan slowly turned his head.

On that youthful face, a smile appeared that was completely out of character for his age, like that of a apex predator locking onto its prey.

He grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth, and clearly uttered two words.

"Now."