On September 5, 2070, according to the Huaxia Calendar, after much deliberation, Luo Zhiyuan contacted Luo Feng again and told him about his current situation. "Dad, I'm on a lot of foreign races' assassination lists now..."
He had barely said a word when Luo Feng cut in anxiously. "Foreign races? Why would they want to kill you?"
"Because he's a genius!"
Babata's little face was solemn. "In the universe, humanity is only one of several peak races. There are three foreign races that stand on equal footing with humanity and whose territories border ours: the Zerg Race, the Monster Race, and the Machine Race."
"These four races have always fought one another for living space, and they'll stop at nothing!"
"Assassinating the other races' geniuses and cutting their lives short is the most common and effective method."
"Little Zhiyuan, the foreign races must have targeted you because your performance in the Genius Tournament was too dazzling, right?"
Hearing this, Luo Feng asked anxiously, "Son, how are you? Are you in danger? If you have to, come back to Earth. You know my teacher used a secret technique to conceal Earth's spatial coordinates."
"Without those coordinates, the foreign races would need more than two years to reach Earth. That would give us plenty of time to prepare."
Luo Zhiyuan shook his head. "Over the past four years, I've survived no fewer than ten assassination attempts, big and small. I made it through each one, but without the Xuanyi Universe Kingdom's protection, I might have died long ago."
"To be honest, several of the outstanding geniuses in this Genius Tournament have already been successfully assassinated."
"So I definitely can't lead these foreign enemies to Earth. It would spell disaster for the planet."
Though Luo Zhiyuan spoke lightly, the thought of his son