Toying with the Lanky Black Figure, a One-Sided Massacre
The dark golden fist light, powerful and even, seemed to carry the power of an entire world. Ice spikes shattered along its path, fire waves surged back, and wind blades broke into countless fragments of light.
The fist light slammed into the crowd without any hindrance. The three Extraterrestrial Races at the forefront didn't even have time to scream before their bodies exploded into a bloody mist within the fist light!
The remaining people all paled, and one of them cried out in anguish, "Impossible! How can his strength be so much greater than the intelligence reports!"
Chen Du moved through the crowd like a stream of light, each punch of his Taixu World Fist carrying the power of an entire realm; wherever his fist passed, flesh and blood flew everywhere.
A winged Extraterrestrial Race had just taken to mid-air when Chen Du shattered its wings with a single punch, sending it crashing to the ground like a bird with broken wings. It was then struck again, its chest caved in, and it breathed its last.
A giant covered in rock armor roared and charged forward, its fists slamming down like meteorites. Chen Du neither dodged nor yielded, but instead met the attack head-on with a punch.
The rock armor cracked open from the fist, and cracks spread all over its body like a spider web. The giant let out a roar of unwilling anger, and his whole body shattered into pieces of stone.
Within a few breaths, more than half of the dozen or so Extraterrestrial Races had fallen.
The remaining alien race members went completely berserk, knowing they couldn't escape today, and charged at Chen Du with all their might.
A member of an alien race burned his life essence, his body radiating Great Sheng crimson light and his speed increasing dramatically, attempting to use a suicidal attack to grab Chen Du.
A member of an alien race unleashed their innate divine power, spewing out a dark green poisonous mist in an attempt to erode Chen Du's protective divine aura.
Another alien took out a black bone flute, and as he played it, countless twisted vengeful spirits appeared in the air, coiling towards Chen Du.
Chen Du's expression remained unchanged. He blasted away the poisonous mist with a punch, then smashed the head of the guy burning his life essence with a backhand, and swept out with a kick, sending the flute player's arm and bone flute flying.
Before the countless vengeful spirits could even get within three zhang of him, they were crushed into nothingness by the residual power of the Taixu World Fist.
Finally, only one Extraterrestrial Race with a single horn on its head remained, slumped on the ground, covered in blood, watching Chen Du walk towards them step by step.
It wanted to run, but its legs were too weak to move. It wanted to beg for mercy, but it was too terrified to utter a single word.
Chen Du walked up to him, looked down at him, and said, "Don't you Extraterrestrial Races always say that humans are ants?"
He slowly raised his fist, the glow still swirling around it. "Now? Who's the ant?"
With one punch, the valley fell silent once more!
On the rocky slope, only a pile of mutilated corpses and the lingering smell of blood remained.
Chen Du withdrew his fist and turned to walk into the mist.
The black cat suddenly appeared out of nowhere, its four tails wagging happily. "You did a great job! I thought it would take more effort."
It jumped onto Chen Du's shoulder and added in a low voice, "But the Kema People are probably going to go completely mad now."
Sure enough, after a while, blue light rose from the pile of corpses, and the projection of a slender black shadow appeared in mid-air for the second time.
"Sebas! What are you doing? Why aren't you answering?" The Kema People's voice was violent, filled with barely suppressed irritation. "You have ten breaths. If you don't answer, you'll all be punished when you get back!"
Beside the communicator, the Cat Demon poked the glowing little thing with the tip of its tail and winked at Chen Du.
Chen Du understood and walked over to pick up the communicator.
He still didn't turn on the video, only the audio.
The Kema People on the other end clearly sensed something was wrong. After a moment of silence, he suddenly asked in a cold voice, "Who are you?"
Chen Du didn't answer. The Cat Demon squatted to the side, covering its mouth with its paw, its four tails trembling as it tried to suppress its laughter.
"I called on you to answer!"
The Kema People's voice rose, as if a murderous intent seeped out of the communicator, almost tangible.
"What the hell are you bunch of useless idiots doing?"
"Three."
Chen Du suddenly spoke, his voice slow and deliberate.
The Kema People was taken aback. "What?"
"Two."
Chen Du continued counting.
"Who are you? Where is Sebas? Where is Kelong?" The Kema People began to grow agitated, his voice now laced with gritted teeth.
Chen Du counted to "one," then raised his voice and shouted in an extremely exaggerated tone, "Surprise!"
The communicator's icon was muted, and there was not a sound for three full breaths.
Then came a heavy, hoarse gasp, like someone grinding their teeth.
The Kema People finally realized what was happening, his voice so sinister it could drip water, "You're the Blue Star native we're supposed to kill?"
"It's me."
Chen Du chuckled softly.
"Surprised? You can't contact any of the people you sent, can you?"
"You lowly native!"
The Kema People finally dropped all pretense, their voices filled with rage and murderous intent, even their communicators were buzzing and vibrating.
"What did you do to Kelong and Sebas? Tell me! Otherwise..."
"They wanted to kill me," Chen Du interrupted him, his tone calm. "I naturally sent them all on their way."
"You're courting death!" the Kema People roared. "How long do you think you can remain arrogant? Let me tell you, our true Eighth Stage powerhouse will arrive soon, and killing you will be as easy as turning your hand."
And what do you think that silver wolf you killed was? It was a noble of the Demon Race! The Demon Race will not let you get away with this.
You're finished, completely finished!
You natives, the more you resist, the more horribly you will die!
As he finished speaking, his voice turned cold.
Upon hearing this, Chen Du actually laughed, "I'll break through to the Eighth Stage before the Eighth Stage descends."
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the communicator, followed by a mocking voice from the Kema People: "Break through to the Eighth Stage in a few days? What are you dreaming of? The Spiritual Qi Revival on Blue Star is recovering, and it hasn't yet created an opportunity of that level. It will take at least a month. Even if it does, various forces will be fighting tooth and nail for it. Do you think you'll have a chance?"
Chen Du stopped listening. He clenched his fists tightly, and the communicator shattered into countless fragments with a "crack," scattering blue light like fireflies across the ground.
Just before the communication was cut off, he heard the Kema People roaring like madmen.
The Cat Demon clapped its paws and jumped up, laughing so hard it almost fell over. "Haha, surprise! You didn't see him like that! I could practically smell his brains through the communicator, I was so angry I was about to explode!"
It jumped onto Chen Du's shoulder, wagging its tail and its eyes sparkling. "But your last sentence was pretty harsh. When he gets back tonight, he'll probably be so angry he'll smash up the base."
In his eyes, he was being made a fool of by a native, haha!
Chen Du didn't reply, but looked up into the depths of Mount Tai.
Golden spiritual mist surged like a tide at the end of the valley, and several dark blue-green giant peaks could be vaguely seen half-hidden in the mist, like silent statues of gods.
This is the allure of the Spiritual Qi Revival, and also its mystery.
The Cat Demon stopped what it was doing and turned to look at him. "You want to find something to break through to the Eighth Stage in Mount Tai? That's not easy. The Spiritual Qi Revival on Blue Star is only at this stage. An opportunity for the Eighth Stage... this is only the early stage of Spiritual Qi Revival. Logically speaking, we haven't reached that point yet."
It jumped onto Chen Du's shoulder, its tail wrapped around his neck. "But Mount Tai is different. This place... I just feel it's really eerie."
Chen Du grunted in agreement and stepped into the depths of the building.
For him, Mount Tai was never just a mountain.
Throughout history, emperors performed the Fengshan ceremony here to worship Heaven, channeling the fortunes of their entire dynasties into this place.
For thousands of years, this mountain has remained anything but simple.
With each step he took, he could feel the echo coming from deep beneath his feet.
It was as if something deep, deep underground was slowly awakening with his footsteps.