Chapter 1 Stepping, Punching!

Juechen Daoren held nothing back. With this punch, his blood surged violently, creating a sound like waves crashing against the shore that emanated from his body.

During his three years in the dream realm, unlike other dreamwalkers who studied inner strength and true qi, Juechen Daoren initially focused solely on using the dream realm to cultivate internal martial arts.

Only recently had he begun to dabble in true qi cultivation.

With this punch, the true qi in his body was thin, but his physical strength was incredibly澎湃 (peng pai, surging), and the punch pressed down horizontally, causing the air to ripple like water.

Even the bullets from the special firearms of Su Jie and Bai Hu were not as fast as his punch!

Bang!

The punch landed!

A deep rumble, like a heavy hammer striking a drum, echoed as 'Yan's' hair and beard flew wildly, his gray-white eyes filled with shock and fury.

The punch landed squarely on his skull, causing his head to snap back, his neck to crack, and the skin of his face to ripple like waves.

"Blasphemer!"

'Yan' roared, and a visible wave of light exploded outward from his body.

Bang!

Juechen Daoren was thrown back dozens of meters. Looking up, he saw circles of light expanding like concentric circles, stirring up howling gusts of wind.

Su Jie and Bai Hu emptied their magazines, only to see the dense bullets ricochet back, emitting rapid and piercing sounds.

"Even Juechen Daoren can't hurt him?!"

Bai Hu and Su Jie were both shocked. Juechen Daoren's punch contained immense power, enough to turn even an iron man into mush.

But 'Yan' had taken the blow head-on and seemed completely unharmed!

Another monster!

Su Jie's brow twitched wildly. This mysterious man seemed far less terrifying than the giant serpent of destruction, but he was likely beyond their ability to contend with.

"You guys retreat first!"

Juechen Daoren's expression was grave. He waved his hand, and with a combined movement, went forward again, stepping through the Dipper formation towards the rolling wind and waves.

"Retreat!"

Bai Hu glanced at Mr. Di, who had retreated far away. He gritted his teeth and turned to flee.

Su Jie gazed at the scene for a moment before also retreating.

Whoosh~

Juechen Daoren rode the waves, his punches like mountains, rumbling as they pressed down:

"Worthy of being a 'god,' what thick skin!"

With one probing punch, he understood that this mysterious man did not understand the art of physical combat. The only thing to fear was his strange 'words of power.'

If that was the case, he was not unkillable!

"Blasphemer!"

The raging wind swept across the sky, sending large swathes of water into the air. 'Yan' roared, "Die!!!"

Boom!

The moment the words of power manifested again, Juechen Daoren felt a blackness before his eyes, as if a cannonball had exploded on his face. Even with his unwavering will, he felt a moment of dizziness.

But at this moment, Juechen Daoren's decisiveness was revealed!

Unable to move, and unaware of the enemy's location, he suddenly opened his mouth. A mouthful of turbid air, compressed for a long time within his chest, was focused into a line by his blood qi:

"Hmph! Ha!"

Counting the thirty years in the dream, after a century of internal martial arts practice, Juechen Daoren had pushed all his martial arts to their peak.

This technique of expelling air was also cultivated to perfection.

Now, looking up, he let out a 'haha,' and the extremely compressed airflow exploded in front of his face like an 'air cannonball.'

Boom!

The wind crashed down like a waterfall.

The immense sound and the searing pain jolted Juechen Daoren awake from the Great Words of Power.

He raised his hand, and a punch landed squarely on 'Yan's' skull once more.

"What is this thing again?"

Juechen Daoren was shocked once more. He had clearly hit the target, but it felt like he was punching the sky, empty and without resistance.

Focusing his mind, he realized that there was a faint layer of luminescence around the mysterious man's body. It was this luminescence that had blocked his punch.

Crack, crack, crack~

Yan rotated his neck, his expression indifferent and cold.

To be struck twice by a mortal while momentarily distracted was undoubtedly a great humiliation for him!

Whoosh~

His strike unsuccessful, Juechen Daoren immediately retreated, leaping dozens of meters away, watching the approaching mysterious man warily as he walked on water.

"Mortal, you are good, truly good! I had thought to simply kill and crush you, but now, I have changed my mind!"

Yan held a crystal ball in one hand, walking on the water, his brow filled with icy coldness:

"In your words, I will make you wish you were 'begging for life but unable to get it, begging for death but unable to achieve it!'"

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh~~~

At this moment, large swathes of fire suddenly streaked across the sky, dragging smoke behind them.

Accompanying them was Bai Hu's long howl from the communicator:

"Daoren, get out of the way!"

"A pointless trick."

Gazing at the incoming barrage of artillery shells from the sea, 'Yan' didn't even lift an eyelid. He raised his left hand, which held the crystal ball, and spoke softly:

"Return!"

It was like a whisper, like a reprimand!

It was just a single sentence, but it created a terrifying scene that made everyone on and off the island change color.

The artillery shells, dragging their fiery tails, were abruptly twisted by an invisible force, causing them to change course and instead shoot towards the very ships that had launched them!

"Not good!"

On the cruise ship, Chu Fan felt a sudden surge of alarm in his heart, his scalp tingling: "Yinglong, eject! Eject everyone!"

With a roar, Chu Fan also went all out.

His body jerked, and along with his wheelchair, he flipped off the deck and into the sea.

Boom!

Rumble!

In just a few seconds, accompanied by towering smoke and flames, the cruise ships all exploded on the vast ocean, stirring up massive, roaring waves.

"What kind of monster is this?"

Chu Fan raised his head out of the water. Through the smoke, he could see inextinguishable flames. All the cruise ships had been destroyed in the sea.

Not a single artillery shell had landed on the small island.

"Damn it!"

Standing on the reef, Mr. Di watched this scene, his fat face unable to maintain its composure any longer. He cursed in anger and was about to activate the space-based weapon.

But Yinglong stopped him: "Mr. Di, this sea area is filled with a strange field. We can't get a lock. The probability of the space-based weapon destroying the island is only 11.24%, and the probability of destroying that monster is infinitely close to 0..."

"Where did this thing come from?"

Mr. Di's teeth ached. He faintly understood the mindset of the former Azure Dragon.

If this kind of monster were to enter Da Xuan, or any other human nation, what would become of them?

Whoosh, whoosh~

The island was silent.

The many Special Affairs Bureau experts who had not yet escaped the island watched this scene in stunned silence.

This, too, was a monster beyond common sense...

Whoosh, whoosh~

In the sea breeze, 'Yan,' bearing Xue Zheng's physical body, looked indifferently at Juechen Daoren: "Only in a place like yours would anyone dare to offend me, a god."

"Although I don't know what you are, you don't even have the courage to walk on your own. What kind of god are you?"

Hundreds of meters away, Juechen Daoren's Daoist robe billowed in the wind, his expression grave and cold: "You are very angry, but why don't you attack?"

Juechen Daoren understood perfectly well that the mysterious man's words of power must have great limitations. Otherwise, he would not have needed to waste so much time talking.

In fact, his senses were extremely strong, and he could feel that after destroying the many cruise ships and artillery shells, the mysterious man's aura seemed to have diminished.

"Island!"

At this moment, Xu Hongyun's voice came from the communicator: "His power doesn't come from that crystal ball, but from this island!

Don't fight him head-on. Scatter, and use all means to destroy everything on this island! Destroy this island!"

"Hmm?!"

Juechen Daoren's heart skipped a beat. Before he could consider whether it was true or false, he heard rumbling explosions coming from all over the island.

Backed by one of the world's two superpowers, the Special Affairs Bureau experts never lacked weapons. Hearing Xu Hongyun's reminder, hundreds of high-explosive grenades had already detonated across the island!

At the same time, these powerhouses with true qi, all capable of moonlighting as demolition experts, scattered, sprinting wildly while beginning to destroy the island!

"Blasphemers must die!"

Hearing the bursts of explosions rising and falling, 'Yan' felt a surge of anger. He was about to speak when he heard the sound of air exploding in front of him.

That burly Daoist had actually charged over again!

"You can't kill anyone!"

Juechen Daoren stepped forward like a mountain collapsing, stirring his blood qi and true qi. With each step, he unleashed a hundred punches. After a hundred meters, he had stirred up countless afterimages.

His fists were like a rain of arrows, covering the sky and striking towards the mysterious man who called himself 'Yan'!

.......

"This thing, it seems, is not needed?"

On a small road in the wilderness, An Qi Sheng casually lay on top of a messy pile of cargo in the open bed of a small truck, gazing at the sky.

At a certain moment, his gaze shifted, and a line of text flowed out:

{Consuming 40,000 Dao Points (10x consumption)}

Yan: Wu Shou (Deceased)}

{Fate Trajectory: Born in the world of the Gods of 緈 (Xing), under the Supreme God System, Solar God Kingdom of the Light Main God System. Born a legend, became a demigod upon adulthood.

Traveled through many demiplanes, intending to gather faith, forge a godhead, raise a god kingdom, and become a true god...

Encountered the ambush of the fallen Great Divine Power 'Artisan God' in the Astral Battlefield. Although obtained a godhead, fell into the spiritless universe...

Died in the spiritless universe. Cause of death: no spirit, no faith.}

{Evaluation: Top Demigod, Main God Bloodline, Level: Three-Star}

緈 (Xing) World of the Gods, faith, Great Divine Power...

Supreme God System, Solar God, top demigod, only one step away from raising the divine fire...

Forty thousand Dao points were nothing to An Qi Sheng. The Dao points consumed by this top demigod were even less than Russell.

But looking at the string of seemingly familiar yet unfamiliar information, An Qi Sheng's heart couldn't help but stir.

"緈 (Xing) World of the Gods?! Heavens! What kind of place is this, what kind of place is this!"

The Three Hearts Blue Spirit Child, summoned by An Qi Sheng, was stunned: "This is a world group that the Witch God Realm once encountered. The Nightmare Lord, the God of Destruction, the primeval ancestor of the Nightmare Nine-Headed Serpent once devoured a great world under this great World of the Gods...

This is a great world with an eternal Supreme God..."

"Flee, flee, Mr. Monster! The invasiveness of the World of the Gods is even stronger than that of the Witch God Realm. Any civilization is their prey!"

......

The blue-skinned little monster was severely frightened, constantly muttering something. An Qi Sheng was too lazy to listen and directly stuffed it into the Reincarnation Cave Heaven to manage things.

He, himself, then looked at the second line of this demigod's fate trajectory. Upon seeing it, his expression immediately became strange and complex.

This demigod, actually.......