Maybe those ants from the main human race over there can just recycle their waste.

As thoughts surged in his mind, Lin Ping'an's original idea of ​​setting off immediately and destroying these ant-like guys in one fell swoop was quietly extinguished.

Meanwhile, another idea quietly took hold.

That is to use these powerful people from the aristocratic sects of the main human race as the content of the second trial.

As for how many casualties the fierce battle between warriors would bring in the process, he didn't care at all.

On the road to pursuing the strongest, every hesitation and retreat may lead to eternal damnation. This is a cruel but true rule - if you don’t advance, you will retreat.

What's more, the purpose of a warrior is to fight, fight with the sky, fight with the earth, and fight with people.

For hundreds of years, hasn't Daxia been instilling this kind of thinking into all martial arts practitioners?

Now, it fits perfectly.

What's more, from the beginning to the end, Lin Ping'an was not Daxia's personal nanny.

The role it plays is not one that always cleans up the mess and resists the storms for civilization.

His existence is more like a guide and guardian rather than a mere protector.

The Daxia civilization is like a towering tree.

If you want to flourish and take root deeply, you must experience wind and rain, you must draw nutrients from hardships and setbacks to make your texture more resilient.

Only in this way can we stand proudly and independently in the torrent of time.

Any attempt to replace the self-growth and experience of a civilization may cause this civilization to fall into the fragile situation of a greenhouse flower.

Therefore, instead of watching various crises erupt unpredictably, it is better to plan and arrange them cleverly.

Lead Daxia to face challenges and difficulties in a more stable and controllable manner.

At this moment, Lin Ping'an has completely emerged from being a chess piece in the chess game and successfully transformed into the one who controls the game.

The chess players who were once high and mighty have now become chess pieces being manipulated on this huge chessboard, just like the role he once played.

Lin Ping sat quietly in the middle of the villa's living room, his deep eyes seeming to reflect countless crisscrossing chess paths.

Each chess piece carries its own life and destiny.

Under his control, whether attacking or defending, advancing or retreating, all of them invisibly affect the course of the entire chess game.

This chess game is vast and extremely complex, yet no one can play against him on an equal footing.

After his strength leapt to the ninth level, he had become like a black hand hiding behind the scenes, controlling the overall situation.

Every slight movement may affect the changes in the entire world.

It is like the axis of the world, which can determine the birth and death of all things in a single thought.

In a split second, countless intertwined destinies can be woven.

Those creatures living in this world, no matter how strong or weak, high or low, cannot escape the seemingly invisible but omnipresent influence.

In this grand showdown with life as chess and fate as the game, Lin Pingan has already surpassed everything.

And in a detached attitude, quietly observing this endless game.

On the other hand, those powerful people of the main human race are unaware that they have been silently reduced to pawns.

Its tragic ending has already come to an end.

Then, his mind moved slightly and a message was sent out.

Then, he immersed himself in practicing the "Chaos Demon Visualization Method" again, constantly improving his mental strength.

Those trivial matters were not worth his special trip out to deal with, nor did they need to take up too much time.

All you have to do is watch quietly and watch the nursery grow.

At the same time, located in a bustling city, is a solemn and dignified building.

Zhang Zheng, the president of the Martial Arts Association, was concentrating on dealing with a mountain of official business.

At this moment, a look of shock suddenly flashed across his majestic and resolute face.

It was as if a stone was thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

In the spacious and bright office, sunlight shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows onto the wall of honor.

Those maps that symbolized the glorious history of Daxia martial arts sparkled brightly in the sun, forming a sharp contrast with the shock on his face at this moment.

At that very moment, a burst of information suddenly popped up in my mind like a bolt from the blue.

The content is shocking, and concerns the secrets of the main human race and the aristocratic clan forces.

This information came so abruptly, yet so clearly, as if someone had directly implanted a memory into my mind.

Faced with this sudden change, Zhang Zheng's heart was filled with waves.

But his years of composure helped him calm down quickly.

If you think about this anomaly for a short moment, you will understand it clearly.

In the entire territory of Daxia, there is no other person except that mysterious old monster with unfathomable strength, who goes by the alias Lin Ping'an.

No one else can do this.

The existence of that old monster is like a dark cloud hanging over the martial arts world of Daxia.

It is both a deterrent and a form of protection in another sense.

Of course, this information will not be false.

Because there is absolutely no need for the other party to deceive.

After a moment, Zhang Zheng closed his eyes and concentrated, sorting out the information that emerged in his mind again.

Every word is like a key, trying to open a secret treasure chest hidden deep in the years.

As time passed and Zhang Zheng's expression became more and more solemn as he deeply interpreted the information.

The main human race dominated by the sects and family forces?

Several exploration teams went deep into the city secretly?

A large number of powerful people are stationed outside the light film billions of miles away?

…

A moment later, inside the office.

The originally quiet air suddenly surged with subtle spatial fluctuations, as if an invisible force was traveling through it.

The air in front of him twisted slightly, creating ripples like water.

Immediately afterwards, the spatial fluctuations suddenly intensified, as if a door was quietly opening.

The next moment, two figures suddenly appeared in the ripples.

They were the other two who were known as the three giants of Daxia together with Zhang Zheng - Qin Hai from the Ministry of Education, and Feng Wu from the Military.

Qin Hai was still dressed in his neat military uniform, with a dignified and profound look between his brows.

Feng Wu, on the other hand, was dressed in a neat military uniform, looking heroic. When the two of them appeared at the same time, the atmosphere instantly became more tense and solemn.

Obviously, the appearance of the two was not accidental, but they knew something.

Zhang Zheng raised his head, and the three of them looked at each other, although they hadn't spoken yet.

But his eyes revealed his purpose.

After a moment, a voice that was cold but a little heavy rang out in the office.

Zhang Zheng: "Did you all receive the message?"

Feng Wu: "Yes! Got it!"

Qin Hai: "It's the human race's business! We have to be on guard! These guys are here with ill intentions!"