Exposing the Son of Destiny, Qin Mu, Shocks Douluo!

Just as the entire continent was being stunned speechless by the concept of the "Tyrant Body."

On the Sky Screen.

A patter of light footsteps came from the little road at the village entrance.

Granny Si carried that broken bamboo basket and slowly walked into the village along the dirt road.

She had been held up for a while dealing with the bloodstains left behind by those five Lijiang Sect elders, and only now had she hurried back.

"Village Chief."

Granny Si walked to the stretcher. Her expression had taken on a rare trace of gravity.

"We ran into a little trouble when we left the village today."

Village Chief did not even turn his head. He was still looking at Qin Mu, who was waving a wooden staff in the distance.

"Speak."

"We ran into people from the Lijiang Sword Sect."

Granny Si lowered her voice.

"They were killing living beings in the Great Ruins to cultivate evil arts. I had Mu'er get some practice and cut down two of the younger ones."

"Then five old ones popped out afterward. Their methods were passable, but I slaughtered them all."

Granny Si sighed and glanced worriedly at the wilderness of the Great Ruins outside the village.

"Before those five old fellows died, they recognized my background."

"Though this Lijiang Sect is only a second-rate sect, it has countless ties with some major powers in Yankang Kingdom."

"I'm afraid that if word of this gets out, it'll bring disaster down on our village."

"After all, these old bones of ours can't withstand too much turmoil now."

After hearing Granny Si's report.

Butcher's motion of sharpening his blade paused for a moment.

Blind Man also turned his head slightly, as if listening to something.

The atmosphere in the entire Crippled Old Village instantly became somewhat oppressive.

After all, back then, all of them had formed monstrous grudges outside and had been forced to hide in the Great Ruins, barely clinging to life.

Once their enemies came knocking, with their current crippled bodies, dealing with it would indeed be a huge problem.

However, Village Chief, who was lying on the stretcher, merely gave a soft laugh.

That laugh was very faint, carrying a wild arrogance that did not belong to this crippled body.

"No matter."

Village Chief's voice was not loud, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"If they were killed, then they were killed."

"Whether it's Yankang Kingdom or those great sects outside."

"As long as they're on the territory of the Great Ruins, they have to follow the rules of our Great Ruins."

Although Village Chief had no limbs and could not even turn over by himself.

The aura emanating from him at that moment, however, was like an insurmountable mountain.

"These old bones of ours may be useless now."

"But this Crippled Old Village still isn't a place where any random stray cat or dog can come and run wild."

"If they're not afraid of dying, then let them come."

Those few sentences were spoken lightly, yet they overflowed with dominance.

But when they reached Douluo Continent outside the screen, they drew a fair amount of doubt.

Many people looked at the crippled old man in the image, who could not even wipe his own face, and all felt that he was bragging.

On the sports field of Shrek Academy.

Ma Hongjun could not help curling his lip and muttering under his breath.

"This old guy can really talk big, huh?"

"I admit Granny Si is strong. After all, that red-thread technique of hers can instantly kill five sword cultivators."

"But this Village Chief doesn't even have hands or feet, and I can't sense any power fluctuations from him either."

"What gives him the nerve to say something that arrogant? If he runs into enemies, is he going to bite them with his mouth?"

Dai Mubai also shook his head, arms folded across his chest.

"Just stubborn talk."

"If he really ran into a siege by a large group of experts, he wouldn't even be able to run while lying on that stretcher. He'd probably be the first one chopped into mincemeat."

Inside the great hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect in Heaven Dou Imperial City.

Ning Fengzhi sat in the main seat, listening to the Village Chief's words from within the light screen, his brows deeply furrowed.

He turned two jade spheres in his hand, his eyes carrying a hint of pessimism.

"This Village Chief is thinking far too simply."

Ning Fengzhi sighed and looked toward Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo beside him.

"That Old Lady Si said just now as well. Although the Lijiang Sect is only a second-rate sect, it has countless ties to the major powers of the Yankang Kingdom."

"Don't forget, in that Yankang Kingdom, the one holding things down is that National Preceptor known as the number one person beneath the gods!"

At the words "National Preceptor," Sword Douluo Chen Xin's expression also changed slightly.

Ning Fengzhi continued his analysis.

"The people of the Lijiang Sect died in the Great Ruins. The elders of their sect will definitely investigate."

"Once they follow the trail and find this Crippled Old Village, and if they report it to the imperial court of the Yankang Kingdom..."

"If that National Preceptor gives the order and an army bears down on them..."

"An army of tens of thousands of cultivators, along with all kinds of siege equipment, could flatten this broken village outright."

"When that time comes, even if that Old Lady Si's methods are stranger than strange and Butcher's knife is faster than ever, how could a few people possibly withstand the crushing force of thousands upon thousands of soldiers?"

Bone Douluo Gu Rong also nodded in deep agreement.

"The sect master is right."

"Two fists can't beat four hands."

"That old man is probably only talking tough right now to soothe the villagers' emotions and bolster his own courage."

"When the day really comes that an army bears down on them, this village is absolutely finished."

Within Spirit City.

Bibi Dong likewise sat upon the papal throne, her gaze icy.

She looked at the Village Chief in the image, who had been cut down into a human stick, and the corner of her mouth curled into a mocking smile.

"Ignorant arrogance."

Right now, she did not care at all whether this broken village could survive.

She was only worried about Hu Liena.

Hu Liena did not have the slightest bit of soul power now. Following this group of disabled old men who loved stirring up trouble, once the army of the Yankang Kingdom attacked, blades and swords had no eyes. How could Hu Liena possibly survive?

Nana, don't bother with these mad old men. Find a chance and run quickly.

Bibi Dong grew secretly anxious, her fingers tightly gripping the armrest of her scepter.

The viewers across the entire Douluo Continent.

Almost no one believed the Village Chief's words.

In this world where strength reigned supreme and powers were tangled together in deep, complex roots, a disabled old man with no limbs saying such words that provoked the whole world seemed to them simply absurd beyond measure.

In the image on the Sky Screen.

The Village Chief paid no attention to outsiders' gazes, nor did he bother with the silence of the other old men.

After saying those words, he closed his eyes, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep again.

Seeing this, Granny Si also said nothing more.

She carried that old, worn bamboo basket, sighed, then turned and walked toward her thatched hut.

Life seemed to return to a brief calm again.

Over the next few days.

Qin Mu's daily cultivation routine changed.

Aside from practicing the knife with Butcher and learning movement techniques from Blind Man.

The Village Chief began having Qin Mu sit beneath the stone statues at the village entrance, to comprehend the most primitive and heaviest vital qi in the air of the Great Ruins.

"Mu'er, you are the Tyrant Body."

Every day, the Village Chief would lie on his stretcher and earnestly brainwash Qin Mu.

"The barriers inside your body are far more numerous than other people's."

"Don't stop. Use your vital qi to search for that hidden second-layer barrier, and smash it apart!"

Qin Mu believed this without the slightest doubt.

Every day, he sat cross-legged beneath the stone statues under the blazing sun, his little face flushed red from holding himself in, desperately searching inside his body for that "second wall" that did not exist at all.

Every time Pharmacist passed by and saw Qin Mu's earnest look, he would shake his head helplessly, thinking that the old fraud's sins would be exposed sooner or later.

Hu Liena also gradually grew used to life in Crippled Old Village.

She no longer looked down on the place for being full of mud and strange smells the way she had when she first arrived.

Every day, she helped Granny Si with mending and learned to light fires and cook.

Occasionally, she would go to the blacksmith shop too, handing a hammer to the bare-chested Mute as he forged iron, or pouring him a bowl of cool water and the like.

She had completely put aside the airs of Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden.

In these Great Ruins, where people could die at any moment, she instead found a peace and steadiness she had never known before.

That afternoon.

The sky over the Great Ruins was gloomy, with several heavy dark clouds pressing overhead.

There was not the slightest wind in the air, only a stifling heat that made it hard to breathe.

Qin Mu had just finished practicing a set of Butcher Knife techniques taught by Butcher. Drenched in sweat, he walked to the village entrance and plopped down on the steps.

Hu Liena carried over a bowl of freshly drawn well water and held it out in front of Qin Mu.

"Little brother, you must be exhausted. Hurry and drink some water. Rest for a bit."

Hu Liena took out a clean handkerchief and, very naturally, wiped the beads of sweat from Qin Mu's forehead.

Qin Mu accepted the bowl, gulped down a big mouthful, and casually wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

"Thank you, big sister."

"Grandpa Butcher said that practicing the blade means sweating. If you don't sweat, then you're just putting on fancy moves."

The two of them were sitting at the village entrance, chatting idly.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew over from the wilds of the Great Ruins.

There was a dusty smell mixed into the wind.

Qin Mu sniffed, and the water bowl in his hand paused in midair.

He raised his head and looked toward the yellow dirt road outside the village.

On the distant horizon, a group of people was walking over.

All of them wore snow-white sword robes, with a sharp sword-flower embroidered on the chest.

Walking at the very front was a stern-looking middle-aged man.

A bronze-colored broad-bladed longsword was strapped to his back, and his expression was so dark it looked ready to drip water.

Behind him followed more than a dozen sect elites, each likewise carrying a longsword on his back.

Every one of them had vigorous blood and qi. When their feet landed on the ground, they crushed the gravel with cracking sounds.

The group of white-robed sword cultivators drew closer and closer.

In the end, they stopped ten steps away from the stone statues at the entrance of Crippled Old Village.

The middle-aged man at their head raised his head and glanced at the crooked wooden sign at the village entrance.

"Crippled Old Village."

The man gave a cold laugh, the corner of his mouth curving into a cruel arc.

He was the current Sect Leader of Lijiang Sect.

The life tablets of five elders in the sect had shattered, and he had personally led men to follow the bloodstains and lingering vital qi all the way here.

Lijiang Sect Leader's gaze passed over the stone statues and landed on Qin Mu and Hu Liena, who were sitting at the village entrance.

After that, he looked into the village again.

Mute, who was forging iron.

The blind fortune-teller.

Village Chief, who had lost all four limbs.

The cold smile on Lijiang Sect Leader's face became even more obvious, and his eyes were filled with disdain.

He slowly drew the longsword from his back, the tip pointing toward the yellow earth.

He was just about to speak.

Right at this tense, swords-drawn moment.

The image on the Sky Screen in midair suddenly shook violently like rippling water.

The arrogant faces of the Lijiang Sect members, along with the peaceful scene of Crippled Old Village, seemed to be wiped away by an invisible hand, instantly turning into a blank expanse.

Everyone on Douluo Continent outside the light screen froze.

"What's going on?"

"Why did the image suddenly disappear?"

Countless people looked up, their faces filled with shock and anxiety.

A great battle was clearly about to break out, yet the Sky Screen had cut off at this critical moment.

It was practically worse than killing them.

Just as everyone was talking at once, several lines of large words glowing with dazzling golden light slowly appeared on that blank screen.

[Explorer Hu Liena, together with Qin Mu, the Child of Destiny of the Tales of Herding Gods world, has overcome the crisis of the Great Ruins' Dark Night Ruins.]

[Achievement unlocked: Life and Death Together.]

[World origin analysis progress accelerated.]

[Reward: Three new explorer slots added for Douluo Continent.]

The moment these lines of golden text appeared, the entire Douluo Continent exploded.

Heaven Dou Imperial City.

Great Emperor Xue Ye abruptly rose from his dragon throne, braced both hands on the imperial desk, and widened his eyes until they were perfectly round.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

The teacup in Ning Fengzhi's hand trembled, spilling tea over his expensive robes.

Spirit Hall.

Bibi Dong's brows furrowed slightly as she fixed her gaze on the four words "Child of Destiny."

At that moment, every soul master, commoner, and noble sucked in a cold breath.

That boy who looked only ten years old, carrying a broken bamboo basket on his back.

That little cowherd who haggled with monsters over a few gold coins.

He was actually the Child of Destiny of that higher-dimensional world?!

In other words, the legendary protagonist of the world!

"H-How is that possible?"

A noble shouted, his face full of disbelief.

"He's just a wild child who grew up in a village!"

"Which one of those great sect disciples isn't dressed better than him? Which one of them doesn't look more like a protagonist?"

Someone beside him immediately sneered and chimed in.

"Exactly."

"A ten-year-old brat who hasn't even grown all his hair yet. At most, he's just a bit stronger and a bit luckier."

"I think this Sky Screen thing must have made a mistake. With that money-grubbing street-rat look of his, he can become the master of a world?"

Many lofty sect disciples were filled with jealousy and disdain.

They were used to the Douluo Continent's hierarchy, where noble birth and a high-grade martial soul meant everything.

They simply could not accept the fact that a village cowherd was the Child of Destiny.

However, on the training grounds of Shrek Academy, Yu Xiaogang looked at those lines of golden text and slowly let out a long breath of turbid air.

A flash of sudden understanding shone in his eyes.

"So that's how it is..."

Yu Xiaogang pushed up the glasses on the bridge of his nose, his voice trembling slightly.

"Child of Destiny. No wonder."

He turned his head and looked at the Shrek Seven Devils behind him.

"Do you still remember what that old Village Chief said?"

"Tyrant Body! That child is the legendary Tyrant Body!"

Tang San stood to the side, and his gaze instantly turned incomparably deep.

"Teacher is right."

"He could rebuild the barrier under the pressure of a Demon God and use a Butcher Knife to kill a prestigious sect's sword cultivator above his level."

"With that kind of temperament, talent, and fortune, if he still doesn't count as a Child of Destiny, then no one in this world is worthy of the title."

Dai Mubai swallowed and shook his head with a bitter smile.

By now, he had no temper left at all.

Comparing talent with the protagonist of a higher-dimensional world was purely asking for discomfort.

But after the shock passed, everyone's attention focused on the final line of golden text.

Three new spots had been added!

This was a tremendous opportunity!

Although the Great Ruins was dangerous, that world held Divine Treasury techniques that could grant longevity.

It had vast vital energy that could let people break through the shackles of their martial souls.

As long as they survived, even if they only learned the barest fragment, they could return to Douluo Continent and walk all over everyone.

For a moment, soul masters across the entire continent began praying wildly in their hearts.

"Choose me! You have to choose me!"

Ma Hongjun clasped his hands together and bowed repeatedly toward the light screen in midair.

"I've been single for so many years. Heaven has to give me some compensation, right?"

"Let me go to that world too. I want to learn that cool sword technique that chops off heads in one move!"

Zhao Wuji slapped Ma Hongjun on the back of the head.

"With your little bit of strength, if you went there, you'd just be an extra meal for the monsters."