Sanren Yan Changsha.

Not Qi Dao Hui Yan Changsha.

An Qisheng listened, and a trace of appreciation finally appeared in his eyes.

He retreated to protect the elite of the Qi Dao Hui.

He invited a battle, first to dispel any possible grievances in An Qisheng's heart, second to repay Mu Longcheng's master-disciple relationship, and third to fulfill his own martial arts heart.

As a leader, he was undoubtedly qualified, and as a martial artist, he was no less than others.

Xuan Xing had nearly twenty billion people, and there were fewer than two palms of those who had seen the divine martial artists. If it weren't for the limitations of the world, his achievements would never have been limited to this. No matter what his position, he was a hero among men.

With a starting stance, all distracting thoughts in Yan Changsha's heart disappeared.

In his eyes, the world seemed to have disappeared, leaving only An Qisheng, an unprecedentedly powerful enemy.

"Sanren, An Qisheng."

An Qisheng slowly raised his hand, his expression calm:

"Please!"

"I have a question. Have you really found the path ahead?"

Yan Changsha's eyes flashed, asking a question that everyone present couldn't help but pay attention to.

For ten thousand years in Da Xuan, too many people had wanted to pursue the path ahead, but even now, with such advanced technology, no one knew what the road above the Seeing God realm was.

Even Mu Longcheng had only touched the path ahead, not truly stepped onto it.

Under everyone's gaze, An Qisheng slowly nodded:

"Yes!"

He knew very well how difficult it was to seek longevity and the path ahead in a land of spiritual deprivation.

He entered the dream of the Great Thousand, plotted for sixty years, and laid out a plan for three thousand years. Even now, he had only just embarked on this unprecedented and destined thorny road.

Without such good fortune, how difficult would it be to take that step?

From seeking the Dao, to finding the Dao, to begging for the Dao (Qi Dao).

Who could understand the changes within?

If one could seek the Dao openly, why beg for it?

Who could say that this was humble?

He didn't agree, but he couldn't help but have a bit of respect.

"Indeed."

Hearing the accurate answer, a glimmer of light appeared in Yan Changsha's eyes, then slowly closed again.

Ding~

As his eyes closed, the bones in his body made a sound like colliding gold and jade.

His spine straightened instantly.

Visible to the naked eye, the large tendons beneath his skin tightened, and his full aura rose to its peak as his Qi and blood moved.

At this moment, this mixed-race former leader of the Qi Dao Hui, a Seeing God martial artist, seemed to have his spirit sublimated. His entire person's vitality was erupting, not as arrogant as the great sun, but like a small grass breaking through the soil after the rain.

Fresh, sunny, full of vitality, just like a newborn child.

At the same time, in his slowly opening eyes, there was no impurity, as clear as an infant who had not yet left the swaddling clothes.

Shedding all arrogance, all distracting thoughts, pure and clear like a baby.

Facing this unprecedentedly powerful enemy, he had instantly raised his state to its peak!

"Good!"

An Qisheng's eyes moved, and he took the lead in attacking.

Even though they were more than thirty meters apart, his attack had already arrived!

Bang!

Unlike An Qisheng, who stood still, he pinched his palms together and pushed forward. Visible to the naked eye, a gust of wind had already struck more than thirty meters away!

For a time, the air surged and the gale roared!

"This, this is Gang Jin (formidable force) kung fu?!"

With this attack, the eyes of Geng Chenglong and the other two who had just climbed up went blank.

After embracing the dan and achieving Gang Jin, it was said that one could strike an inch away through the air. Even for a Seeing God martial artist who kneaded the airflow and had mastered Gang Jin, no one had ever heard of being able to strike three inches away through the air.

Even in fairy tale novels, three chi (a Chinese foot, about 1/3 meter) of Gang Qi (internal energy) was an extremely exaggerated description.

But at this time, it was thirty meters.

The Gang Qi that An Qisheng had unleashed had actually reached thirty meters!

Whoosh!

Yan Changsha's clothes were instantly torn apart by the airflow, revealing a jade-like perfect body.

Before the Gang wind reached his body, he had already taken a step forward.

This step was like a leisurely stroll, like a scholar going for a spring outing. At the same time, he raised his hand and slashed, his fingers and palms like a knife, like the light of dawn, like a shooting star across the night sky. In a flash, he had already cut through the surging Gang wind.

The scene of Gang Jin being unleashed thirty meters away, which could be called a myth, didn't seem to have any impact on him.

As he moved his steps, his arms stretched out, as if he was holding an iron ball, or kneading the Gang Qi. With the howling Gang wind, thirty meters passed in the blink of an eye. His arms swung, right and left, like a great hammer being swung,

Smashed towards An Qisheng!

All fist techniques are inseparable from Taiji Jin (Taiji force)!

All internal martial arts styles have Taiji Jin, not just Taiji.

Mu Longcheng's Dragon Elephant was extremely yang, but the disciple he taught punched with extreme yin!

An Qisheng stood tall and upright, his mind moved slightly, and he raised his arm and slowly pressed down. As he swayed his body, he faced the arm that was smashing down like a great hammer.

For sixty years in Jiu Fu Jie (Long Floating World), his Taiji Jin had already reached an extremely high level.

With a sway of his arm, visible to the naked eye, the void seemed to become a stream of water, moving with his arm. Dozens of meters of airflow were drawn in by him like swallows returning to the forest.

In a daze, Yan Changsha seemed to see a huge black and white Taiji diagram!

Rumble!

Then, it was as if thunder had fallen, the air surged and rolled, dust spread, and the surrounding floor finally couldn't withstand such force. It shattered inch by inch, flying out piece by piece, like cannonballs, hitting all around!

The experts of the Qi Dao Hui all avoided these scattered bricks and gravel.

But their eyes never left the two people fighting in the distance.

Bang~

In the raised dust, it seemed like one sound, or dozens of collisions sounded at the same time.

Then, everything returned to silence.

An invisible aura spread, pressing down inch by inch, suppressing all the surging dust and airflow.

"Leader!"

The experts of the Qi Dao Hui all exclaimed.

In the falling dust, Yan Changsha, his clothes torn to shreds, was draped in a white robe, sitting cross-legged in front of a pair of footprints, staring blankly into the distance.

But there was no longer a trace of breath.

He was dead.

........

God!

There is a god in the East!

The overseas underworld was boiling!

An Qisheng's westward journey this time was merciless. He destroyed seventeen well-known mercenary groups and, in broad daylight, single-handedly overwhelmed the entire Qi Dao Hui, killing the Qi Dao Hui's new leader, Yan Changsha.

Including Mu Longcheng, the Qi Dao Hui, which was faintly the number one underworld organization overseas, had its two successive leaders killed by his hands!

Such news instantly shocked the entire overseas underworld.

The spread of news in Xuan Xing was far from comparable to Jiu Fu Jie. Before he even left Ba City, many assassin organizations and mercenary groups in the United Kingdom, France, and the United States immediately canceled all plans targeting him.

Eighteen billion reward money was enough to drive people crazy, but no one was willing to do a task that was certain to lead to death.

What's more, the Qi Dao Hui's reward was canceled immediately.

On the dark web, An Qisheng's name was quietly crossed out from the reward list that was fueling the flames. The world's top organizations were much more decisive when admitting defeat than anyone else.

Even the intelligence departments of many countries held small-scale meetings to formulate various response plans targeting him.

Compared to Da Xuan, the overseas countries that had been humiliated in the past paid much more attention to Seeing God martial artists.

Therefore.

An Qisheng toured Ba City all the way, passing through many tourist attractions, and traveling through various countries. Until he boarded the oil tanker back to Da Xuan, he never encountered an assassination again.

Whoosh~~~

On the viewing platform of the oil tanker, An Qisheng bathed in the sea breeze and turned on his laptop.

What came into view was the hottest video on the foreign internet right now:

【Could He Be a God?】

Clicking to open it, the edited video with adjusted clarity began to play.

It was precisely what happened in Ares Plaza that day, and it had been filmed and uploaded to the foreign internet.

Even though various countries were suppressing it and reducing its popularity, it was still viewed and forwarded by countless people, and its popularity soared extremely high.

Xuan Xing was different from his previous life. Because Da Xuan had dominated the world for thousands of years, even though it had declined three hundred years ago, it still led the world's trends and its culture was widely spread and sought after by many countries.

Internal martial arts was not the most widely spread among them, but it was undoubtedly the most eye-catching.

Throughout ancient and modern times, regardless of race or ethnicity, people seemed to have an innate pursuit of power. This could be seen from the speed at which this video spread.

"The plaza was crushed! This speed is too fast, too fast! I had to slow it down three times to see it clearly!"

"Thirty meters! He can launch attacks from thirty meters away! Is this the Hundred Step Divine Fist from Da Xuan's fairy tale novels?"

"Oh my god! Unbelievable, is he a god!"

On the video, the screen was filled with comments, and foreign netizens were expressing their excitement in various languages. Of course, there were also many people who didn't believe it.

"Marketing! Is the United States releasing another superhero movie? A gimmick, it's all a gimmick!"

In response to the doubts, many people immediately retorted.

"Are you stupid? Didn't you see who those people are? Geng Chenglong, Kou Tianjiao, Kratos... Those dozens of people are all multi-billion dollar corporate giants!"

"I don't believe it! A person can't be that powerful!"

Various discussions were constantly swirling, and more people began to forward the video as soon as they saw it, constantly raising the popularity of the post.

This made the network administrators of various countries very distressed.

The post exploded in popularity so suddenly that for a time, their speed of deleting posts and controlling comments couldn't keep up.

Of course, there was no lack of Qi Dao Hui and Longcheng Group's opponents fueling the flames.

The damage caused by the spread of such an event to the Qi Dao Hui and Longcheng Group was naturally self-evident.

Pa ta~

After watching for a while, An Qisheng closed his computer.

He had already expected the subsequent spread of this matter. Although the popularity was greater, he didn't care too much.

Because this was already within his plan.

"It's good to accept it sooner."

An Qisheng closed his computer, looked out at the sea and sky, his eyes deep.

His spirit had already reached the point of being divine and enlightened, and after condensing the Qi seed, he could initially interfere with the earth's magnetic field.

In the dark, he could sense many things.

Without the Dao Yi Diagram deduction, he knew that the future of Xuan Xing would inevitably be full of disasters. No one knew what kind of dangers the overlap and replacement of the universe would bring.

The universe's replacement was completely irregular. The first thing that disappeared was the Golden Eagle Goddess Statue, and the second thing that disappeared was Mu Feng. What about in the future?

It could be concealed now, but what about in the future?

If one day the moon disappears, the sun disappears, or even the entire Xuan Xing is replaced to other weird places, what should be done?

Not to mention the possible crises.

Just those crises alone, the never-before-seen bacteria and viruses, could wipe out all of humanity.

When a crisis comes, it cannot be announced directly, but it must be subtly told to them.

The world is about to change!

People cannot rely on anyone to shield them from the wind and rain, and must eventually face it themselves.

Woo woo~

The long whistle of the ship vibrated loudly.

The coastline in the distance slowly magnified and became clearer. The dock had arrived.

"The news spreads really fast."

An Qisheng seemed to sense something and lowered his eyes to the dock.

There, there were many people waiting for him.