A Sharp Tongue Feels Great for a Moment; Getting Beaten Sends You to the Crematorium
All good things must come to an end.
Everyone has their own life path and their own circle of friends; it's impossible for anyone to stay together forever.
The virtual reunion of the Earth Quartet, which lasted for three years, has finally come to an end.
As they parted, Thunder God looked at Tang Ping's smug, smug expression, and felt a surge of resentment. He retorted, "Tang Ping, don't be so smug! So what if you have extraordinary talent? After you become immortal, the years will be endless, and I, Thunder God, will keep moving forward step by step, never stopping!"
With your lazy and lazy nature, spending all your time hiding in the secret realm eating, drinking, and having fun, refusing to experience even the slightest bit of life-or-death training, you'll inevitably get stuck at some level sooner or later!
"The day I break through my limitations and surpass you, I'll challenge you Tiantian and crush all your arrogance!"
Upon hearing this, Tang Ping stood with his hands behind his back, tilted his head back slightly, and arrogantly pointed his nostrils directly at the three of them, saying, "Hmph, those who have been defeated by me are never considered my opponents. I'll give you time to catch up, until you can't even see my back anymore!"
Thunder God, Hong, Luo Feng:???
The three exchanged a glance, their helplessness instantly ignited by anger.
Enough is enough! No more tolerating it!
They clenched their fists, their knuckles cracking, and without a word, they formed a triangle around Tang Ping.
Don't forget, this is the basic physical setting for a virtual gathering; everyone is suppressed to the Planetary Rank level!
Tang Ping's arrogance froze instantly, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes. He took two steps back, shouting with feigned bravado, "What are you trying to do?! In broad daylight, do you think you can bully the weak with numbers?"
"Bang!"
Ouch! My face!
"Ah! Help! Brother Hong, spare me! Thunder God, don't hit my face! Luo Feng, why did you attack too!"
Outer Battlefield, Mist Sand Island.
Luo Feng detached himself from the Virtual Universe connection. Recalling Tang Ping's miserable state after being beaten black and blue by the three of them, crying and screaming for his parents, he couldn't help but chuckle.
But as he laughed, the smile slowly froze and eventually disappeared completely.
He leaned against a cold, massive rock, gazing at the gray sky, a profound, indescribable heaviness rising in his heart. In that instant, he felt with crystal clarity what it meant for the world to be so uneven.
He traversed treacherous lands, endured countless near-death experiences, seized inheritances, and ventured into secret realms. Only through the tempering of these life-or-death crises has he managed to comprehend the Space Law to his current level.
But what about Tang Ping?
That guy Tiantian living a carefree life in the secret realm, indulging in all sorts of pleasures, and effortlessly has already grasped the basics of the Space-Time Laws, even managing to fight me to a standstill.
Where can I go to seek justice?
Fortunately, Luo Feng quickly found a reason to comfort himself. With the Nine Calamities Secret Manual at his side and the amplification of his combat power by his General Armor, in terms of true killing power, he could definitely leave Tang Ping far behind!
But he immediately dismissed the thought as soon as it crossed his mind.
The Nine Calamities Secret Manual was a gift from Tang Ping.
He used to be able to comfort himself by thinking that Tang Ping had no clones and that the path of cultivation was fraught with danger, and that the slightest carelessness could lead to death and the annihilation of his cultivation.
But what about now? That guy is about to possess Blood Sea Clone, which is equivalent to having an extra immortal life, allowing him to cultivate without any restraint in the future!
If I calculate it this way, wouldn't I owe him an enormous favor?
And that General Armor —if it weren't for his incredible luck and the fortuitous opportunity to obtain it, with Tang Ping's Gene Multiplier, he probably could have worn it too, right?
After much thought, Luo Feng sadly realized that his only advantage seemed to be "good luck".
But in this cruel, cold, survival-of-the-fittest Primal Universe, can luck really last a lifetime?
He turned his head and looked at Babata, who was idly playing with his metal tail not far away, counting a bunch of Universe Coin in his paws. Babata asked blankly, "Babata, my whole life has been like walking on thin ice. You said—"
Can I get to the other side?
Upon hearing this, Babata's eyes lit up, and he immediately jumped in front of him, loudly encouraging, "Of course! Luo Feng, you are only a few thousand years old, yet you possess the combat strength of Marquis Level. Looking at the entire Human Race, you are an extremely rare and peerless genius!"
Your future is bright and limitless! Moreover, you have two avatars Golden Horned Beast and the Mosha Clan. As long as you act cautiously, it's virtually impossible for you to be killed!
He patted his chest confidently and declared, "Luo Feng, the future is yours!"
The confusion in Luo Feng's eyes faded somewhat, and his gaze sharpened again. He nodded emphatically, his mind as sharp as a knife, severing all those negative emotions.
"Heaven helps those who help themselves!" he murmured to himself. "Talent has its limits, but hard work and perseverance are the endless ladder to the top!"
"That's right!" Babata nodded repeatedly, then pulled out a virtual screen projecting two clear curves. "Come on, let's analyze how long it will take you to completely surpass Tang Ping based on your and Tang Ping's progress data!"
The master and servant huddled together, their eyes fixed intently on the screen.
On the screen, the yellow curve representing Tang Ping and the red curve representing Luo Feng are currently moving forward side by side, starting from the same Qidian.
In the initial stage, the two curves rose at roughly the same rate. But before long, the yellow line representing Tang Ping seemed to break free from all constraints, its upward arc becoming steeper and more exaggerated, until it finally broke through the top of the screen and disappeared without a trace!
Meanwhile, the red line representing Luo Feng is still climbing slowly and steadily.
Luo Feng:----
The air fell silent instantly.
Huh?
Babata's pretty face twitched slightly, and she hurriedly explained in a flustered manner, "This, this algorithm must have a problem! Absolutely a problem! Who has no bottlenecks before reaching the Venerable Realm?"
Luo Feng, don't worry. The difficulty of fully comprehending a superior law far exceeds what ordinary people can imagine! That guy Tang Ping will definitely get stuck at this stage!
It patted its chest, trying to salvage its image. "I've calculated it. In about two hundred million years, you'll definitely surpass Tang Ping and become the first Venerable!"
Luo Feng: "----"
That's even more heartbreaking.
Two hundred million years from now, he still doesn't know if he'll be alive!
"Alright, that's enough." Luo Feng took a deep breath and abruptly stood up. "I'm in a bad mood, let's go out and kill a few Alien Race to have some fun!"
As soon as he finished speaking, his figure transformed into a silver Flowing Light and vanished instantly into the vast mist and sand.
From then on, Mist Sand Island gained a legend that struck fear into people's hearts.
Legend has it that there was a monster covered in silver scales, with terrifying combat power, at least at the Peak Marquis, or even at the King Level.
If any Alien Race encounters this silver monster on Mist Sand Island, only utter disaster awaits them.
Because no powerful Alien Race could escape its claws.
What terrified all the Alien Race even more was that every time this silver monster appeared, it was accompanied by a chilling, eerie "caw caw caw" laugh.
The laughter was manic and arrogant.
He's a complete Madman!