A few hundred kilometers—if a Flying Martialist flew at full speed, they could cover it in minutes.
But that would make far too much of a commotion.
Number Three knew full well that Feitian Peak Martialists would certainly be guarding Kunlun Martial University and protecting Li Yuan. If he erupted with full force, he would likely be intercepted before he could truly approach.
Fight a Flying Martialist? Number Three had no interest in that.
As one of the most terrifying assassins planted by the Tianliang Civilization within the Seven Star Human Civilization, he was an ace. He would not act lightly... but once he did, it would be stone-shattering and sky-shocking, and the target would invariably be of astonishing value.
Across all of Blue Star, a target on Li Yuan's level had not appeared in a very long time.
One had to know that even Yu Jinghe had been spared by Number Three back then after a brief analysis. He had not been willing to take the risk.
But Li Yuan? No.
"Among the geniuses of the Seven Star Human Civilization, those who merely have the potential to reach Feitian Peak are not worth my hand." Number Three understood this clearly. "Only one who may become a Demigod is."
The Feitian Realm was merely the initial step of transcending mortality. It still carried the word "mortal" and remained within the realm of what ordinary people could comprehend. In theory, ordinary technological weapons could still kill one.
A Demigod, however, had already touched upon the word "god."
Only when a civilization produced a Demigod could it become stable, just as a great tree needed a trunk before it could grow lush branches and flourishing leaves.
If it could produce a group of Demigods, only then could that civilization be called powerful—standing