I Will Eventually Become a Nightmare! Divine Strength Martial Saint Aristocratic Family! Surge!
Dead... dead?
Watching the meticulously modified Axe-Wielder get killed outright, Wyatt's expression froze. He turned to run!
"Oh! Fuck! Hurry! Hurry! Hurry and activate the anti-Martial Person alarm! Which bitch turned off the alarm! How dare you!"
A Martial Saint!
This motherfucker was a Divine Strength Martial Saint! He had thought, at most, some Supreme Expert boxer from the White Crane School had come. Instead, a Martial Saint had shown up! Where the hell had he come from!?
Though they looked down on Martial Persons, that was only for ordinary Martial Persons—not the most terrifying batch!
They knew full well that the existence of Martial Persons threatened their safety, yet they had never carried out a complete extermination of them precisely because of those most terrifying beings!
Divine Strength Martial Saints, half-immortals, and the old Martial Person immortals of the Human Immortal Council!
Especially the old Martial Person immortals. If they went mad, killing their numerical Human Immortals would be as easy as killing chickens. Only hypersonic missiles could keep them in check!
That was why, even in the Federation, on the turf of their Foreigners' capital, Martial Persons could still remain active. There could even be Chinese enclaves like Silver Moon!
When Wang Jingdu and the others had arrived earlier, Wyatt had already thought they were completely insane. They had clearly given the Chinese Human Immortals enough respect—granting the Chinese, who originally did not even count as people, official third-class citizenship, second only to the second-class citizenship of the Black population and the first-class citizenship of the Foreign population. Even when collecting civilian experimental materials, they covered it with a cloth, and they had not let the Federation's citizens know that ordinary Martial Persons were dogs. They had given the dogs enough status and standing, yet these Chinese were