Speak Louder

Upon hearing this, Wei Changkong's lips twitched violently.

The Garrison Envoy is an Eighth-Order Late Stage Skeleton Lord!

Isn't your comment a bit too casual?

But he hadn't had a chance to respond.

The moment he finished speaking, the smile on Chen Fan's face vanished abruptly.

Those clear eyes instantly turned icy cold, so deep they seemed capable of swallowing all light.

He didn't utter a single unnecessary word, but simply raised his right hand, pointed it as a sword, and made a light slash across the air towards the Skeleton Lord was still laughing wildly a hundred miles away.

The movements are free and expressive, as if they are merely brushing away the dust before one's eyes.

However, it was this seemingly casual stroke that...

A barely perceptible gray thread burst forth from his fingertips.

The gray thread appeared silently, then, ignoring the distance in space and the obstacles of the laws, it instantly appeared before the Skeleton Lord's brow.

"What...?"

The Skeleton Lord's arrogant laughter abruptly ceased, and fear surfaced within its burning soul fire.

It tried to dodge and defend, but its thoughts couldn't keep up with the speed of the gray thread.

"Puff."

A soft sound.

Gray silk threads disappeared into its brow.

Time seemed to have been muted at that moment.

The arrogant, Eighth-Order Late Stage Skeleton Lord, his massive, mountain-like body, froze in place.

Then, under the horrified gazes of countless people, its indestructible skeletal body began to crumble inch by inch from its brow, silently turning into Cosmic Dust.

He couldn't even let out a scream.

One breath.

Just one breath.

A powerful expert at the Eighth-Order Late Stage rank was completely erased from this universe, as if he had never existed.

Only an Eighth-Order Core, shimmering with brilliant light, remained in its place, a testament to its former power.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Whether it was the Human Race engaged in fierce battle or the arrogant Alien Races forces, all actions froze at this moment, and their minds went blank.

With a casual gesture, Chen Fan sent the precious Eighth-Order Late Stage core into his palm as a streak of Stream of Light.

He acted as if he had done something insignificant, even raising his hand to pat off non-existent dust. The coldness on his face dissipated, and he regained his gentle smile.

His gaze slowly swept over the horde of Alien Races soldiers opposite him, their faces filled with horror and frozen in place. A slight smile played on his lips as he asked softly, in a voice neither too loud nor too soft, but loud enough for everyone to hear:

"Who just said we're here to die?"

"Excuse me, could you say that again? Speak louder, I didn't hear you."

A collective gasp of astonishment erupted from all around.

The tens of thousands of Alien Races troops were thrown into chaos, and even the Skeleton Marauder in the front row instinctively retreated, their bones clashing and making a jumbled sound.

In the center of the encirclement, several Human Race Garrison Envoy, covered in blood, stared wide-eyed.

The seventh node Garrison Envoy wiped the blood from his face and stared intently at the boy in black combat uniform in front of him.

He couldn't connect the monster before him, who could wipe out an Eighth-Order Late Stage expert with a wave of his hand, with the legendary Thirteen Nodes that had retreated into hiding.

Chen Fan casually pocketed the Eighth-Order Core.

He turned around, and the coldness in his eyes vanished instantly.

Instead, a humble and gentle smile appeared.

Chen Fan clasped his hands in a fist and bowed slightly to the few remaining Human Race Garrison Envoy.

"Dear colleagues, the Thirteen Nodes arrived a little late, causing you all inconvenience. Please forgive us."

His tone was sincere, and his attitude was very humble.

The Garrison Envoy of the seventh node opened his mouth, a dry sound coming from his throat. He looked at Chen Fan, then at Wei Changkong and the others standing straight behind Chen Fan.

Wei Changkong stood tall and proud, his eyes radiating an undisguised fervor and pride.

"You... you are the new leader of the Thirteen Nodes..."

The Garrison Envoy of the seventh node hadn't finished speaking.

"Buzz!"

In the center of the starry sky, the dazzling golden ball of light suddenly trembled violently.

A piercing, soul-stirring buzz resounded throughout the entire Star Domain.

The high-quality Universe Origin has been fully formed.

The raging tide of laws transformed into a golden storm, sweeping outwards in all directions from the center of the light.

The meteorite fragments along the way were instantly annihilated into nothingness the moment they touched the golden storm.

This extreme energy fluctuation instantly ignited the greed in the hearts of the Alien Races. The allure of the Universe Origin overwhelmed the fear brought about by Chen Fan's instant kill of the Skeleton Lord.

"The Origin Source has taken shape!"

"Rob!"

The eyes of the dozen or so Eighth-Tier Lords of the Shadow Clan and Bone Clan were bloodshot.

They let out deafening roars, their Qi and Blood and energy, along with the laws governing them, burning wildly.

More than a dozen streaks of Stream of Light, tearing through the starry sky, rose from the ground and rushed towards the golden storm without regard for anything else.

"Stop them!"

The seventh node Garrison Envoy, his eyes blazing with fury, forcefully activated his tattered body of laws, preparing to squeeze out the last bit of his Origin Source in a desperate last stand.

Human Race must never allow such high-quality Origin Source to fall into the hands of Alien Races.

A hand blocked his way.

Chen Fan waved his hand and turned to give the order to Wei Changkong.

"Brother Wei, lead the men to form a defensive formation and protect our wounded comrades."

Wei Changkong readily accepted the order.

"Yes, sir!"

The ten veterans quickly spread out, erecting a law-based shield to firmly protect the several heavily wounded Human Race Garrison Envoy in the center.

Chen Fan turned around, looked at the Alien Races lords who were frantically rushing towards the Origin Source, and chuckled, "Gentlemen, please rest for a moment. Leave this rough work to me, the Thirteen Nodes."

Before he could finish speaking...

The gentleness on Chen Fan's face faded, replaced by a wild and unrestrained expression.

He no longer concealed his breathing.

Take a step forward.

"Boom!"

The Life-and-Death Dao Principles his body with a deafening roar that seemed to shatter Stars.

The Void beneath Chen Fan's feet could not withstand this terrifying power and shattered, revealing visible black cracks.

His figure vanished instantly.

In the next instant, Chen Fan traversed the hundred-mile battlefield and appeared out of thin air directly in front of the Universe Origin.

A violent golden storm swept over him, making Chen Fan's black combat suit flutter wildly.

He slowly extended his right hand.

Within his Dantian, the Life-and-Death Furnace operated wildly. The Power of Laws, both black and white, burst forth from his body, condensing into thick, solid chains in the starry sky.

"Splash!"

The ear-piercing sound of metal scraping against metal echoed through the Void.

The chains of black and white law ignored the tearing of the golden storm and precisely bound the incomparably violent, high-quality Universe Origin.

Chen Fan exerted force with his arm and pulled sharply backward.

The tide of laws surged violently. He forcibly pulled that Origin Source from the Center of the Storm and steadily placed it in his palm.

"Human Race, abandon your Origin Source!"

Seeing their treasures stolen, the Alien Races lords went completely mad.

Leading the charge were three Eighth-Order Late Stage Shadow Clan and five Eighth-Order Bone Clan experts.

Eight powerful individuals of the same level roared in unison and launched a joint attack.