There was no need to mince words.
Xu Chengan was a true genius.
Whether in battle, in his mastery of Imago, or even in all manner of dangerous situations—
By any fair and objective measure, he was first-rate.
A hoe lay in the field.
The earth was damp.
It had clearly just rained. The soil was compacted, and the farmer had brought out the hoe to loosen it.
Halfway through, noon came. The farmer tossed down the hoe and went home for lunch.
Xu Chengan grasped the situation in an instant. He picked up the hoe, tried it a few times, and soon handled it so deftly that he looked like he knew what he was doing.
Lu Feiming could not be bothered with him for now. He turned to look at the Spatial Passage on the ground.
A burly, tattoo-covered bald man leaped out of the ground. Shrouded in a hazy gray glow, he floated in midair and proclaimed:
"I am the commander of all—"
Clang!
Lu Feiming picked up a rock and knocked him out of the air. He planted a foot on the man's neck and applied a little pressure.
Crack.
A soft snap rang out.
The burly man's neck broke beneath his foot.
"What the hell are you... Come on, tell me properly. What exactly do you command?"
Killing intent surfaced on Lu Feiming's face, and his eyes turned cold and merciless.
He lifted his foot and aimed it at the burly man's head.
The next blow
would put an end to this nuisance.
Then he could go eat.
The burly man—or rather, the Nine Old Gods—lay on the ground, unable to move. He now understood how powerful his opponent was, and how certain his own death.
In that final instant,
he gave up hope and