Fang Xiu walked towards Wanli Dragon City, but as he got closer, his brows furrowed: "Has Wanli Dragon City weakened so much?"
He gazed at Wanlilong City, where the once soaring golden dragon was now battered and exhausted, its body riddled with holes, as if it had been struck by a weapon.
"It's not natural decay, but man-made. This wound... it's not caused by some strange force, there's a divine power fluctuation on it!" Fang Xiu's eyes flickered slightly, and he actually sensed a trace of divine power fluctuation from the wound on the ten-thousand-foot golden dragon.
Most importantly, although this trace of divine power fluctuation came from immortals and gods, it did not belong to any of the gods of the Nine Provinces.
He had once borrowed the power of the gods of the Nine Provinces to condense laws, so he was very familiar with their power. The divine power fluctuations he was encountering now had nothing to do with the gods of the Nine Provinces.
This piqued his curiosity. Logically speaking, there are only nine immortals and gods still alive in the world. Could these immortals and gods who suddenly appeared be those who survived by accident in ancient times?
He carefully sensed the fluctuation of divine power and noticed something amiss.
This divine power fluctuation seemed somewhat weak, quite different from that of a true god, yet it undeniably contained the power of a godhood. This situation was very similar to that of Jiang Mengyue before she became a god; although she possessed the power of a godhood, she lacked the substance of a god.
"A quasi-god?" Fang Xiu muttered to himself, but his voice was icy cold: "No matter who you are, you will pay the price."
The present world is where he will become a god in the future. Destroying Wanlilong City is equivalent to preventing him from becoming a god, which is also equivalent to preventing him from seeking revenge on his wife.
This behavior was absolutely intolerable to Fang Xiu.
He continued on his journey and soon arrived at a place less than a thousand miles from the present world, but he stopped there.
His gaze shifted, focusing on the gray mist not far away, where he discovered that there were actually three fourth-tier spirit masters fighting against the strange entity.
Two men and one woman, all dressed in modern clothes, one of whom was a burly bald man wielding a large knife forged from spiritual steel, swinging it with great force.
Another man, dressed in black and white funeral clothes, patted the ground with his hands, and sharp rocks rose up from the ground.
The last woman was in her thirties, with regular features and rough skin. A scar ran from the corner of her left eye to her cheek, making her less delicate and more ruthless.
Their opponent was a very strange and eerie creature, resembling a zombie with rotting flesh, an eyeball hanging from its face, and a crooked, twisted body. Strangely, it was burning with a ghastly green flame.
The green flames emitted a chilling aura, which was quite terrifying.
"Damn it! It's actually an S-rank anomaly!" the bald man exclaimed in shock and anger.
He kept swinging his greatsword, trying to get close, but before he could get any closer, he was forced back by the green flames, and even the greatsword he held, forged from the steel of the mind, showed signs of melting.
The man in the black and white burial clothes was in an even worse state, with several charred spots on his body and the burial clothes were tattered. If it weren't for the burial clothes being strong enough, he would probably have died on the spot.
The scarred woman was the calmest of the three; although her expression was very solemn, she showed no fear whatsoever.
She said in a deep voice, "This monster is not an ordinary S-class, but the peak of S-class. A single monster is enough to destroy a country. We are no match for it. We must find a way to return to Xia Kingdom."
"Sister Xia, Brother Tao, you two should go. I've been hit by its eerie fire and am already seriously injured. You can't carry me away at all. Let me stay here and buy you some time," the man in the black and white funeral clothes said resolutely.
The bald man didn't say anything, but he was already tempted.
"No!" the scarred woman said coldly. "It was my suggestion to bring you out here to train and find opportunities to break through to the fifth rank. I naturally have an obligation to bring you back safely. Atao, you take Dadong first, I'll stay behind to cover you."
"Sister Xia!" The man in the black and white funeral clothes was deeply moved, his eyes reddening. "Listen to me, I'll cover you at the rear..."
"Shut up! I'm the captain!" the scarred woman shouted.
Just as the three were enacting a dramatic scene of life and death, a calm voice rang out in the room.
"Excuse me, I have a few questions to ask."
The sudden voice startled the three of them, and they quickly looked over. They saw a young man with black hair, black clothes, and black eyes slowly walking out of the gray mist. His face was calm, and his eyes were as still as an ancient well, dark and deep. Being looked at by him gave one the feeling that all secrets could be seen through.
The visitor was none other than Fang Xiu.
The scarred woman was the first to react, and immediately shouted, "Come quick! That's an S-class anomaly!"
Fang Xiu turned his head slightly and looked at the S-class monster that was covered in green flames. His calm eyes met the monster's empty eye sockets.
The next second, the green flames on the S-class monster's body suddenly jumped, as if it were frightened, and immediately withered, sticking to its skin, not daring to bristle at all.
Then, whoosh!
The S-class monster ran away without looking back, leaving a trail of small green fire footprints along the way.
The three scarred women were stunned, staring blankly at the fleeing S-class monster, somewhat at a loss.
"They...they left?"
"What happened? Why did that S-class monster suddenly run away?"
"Could it be that he was scared away by that guy over there?" The bald man grinned stiffly.
"How is that possible? I've never heard of a supernatural being being scared away. Even our Xia Kingdom's number one expert, Captain Lin, couldn't scare away an S-level supernatural being. It must be some kind of ability that deceived the S-level supernatural being's senses."
"Dude, am I right?" the man in the funeral clothes laughed at Fang Xiu, relieved to have escaped death.
Fang Xiu frowned slightly as he looked at the group, but did not answer.
The scarred woman punched the man in the funeral shroud and said irritably, "You're trying to find out someone's abilities the first time we meet? You're asking for it!"
The man in the funeral clothes gave an awkward smile, his gaze towards Fang Xiu carrying a hint of apology.
The scarred woman walked over to Fang Xiu and said, “My benefactor, please don’t take offense. Da Dong has always been outspoken. He didn’t mean any harm. Although I don’t know what method you used to drive away the S-class monster, I, Li Xia, will remember your kindness. By the way, we shouldn’t stay here any longer. Let’s hurry back to Xia Kingdom.”
Li Xia called to the other two, preparing to leave, but when she looked back, she saw Fang Xiu still standing there. She hurriedly said, "Benefactor, let's go quickly. There have been many strange movements lately. There were no S-level monsters around here before, but now they have appeared. If we stay any longer, there might be even higher-level monsters."
Seeing the three people who were in a hurry to return to Xia Kingdom, Fang Xiu frowned more and more deeply, and finally asked a question that had puzzled him since they first met.
"You...don't recognize me?"
The three of them were stunned for a moment, looking at each other blankly.
The man in the funeral clothes tentatively asked, "Um... have we met before?"
The bald man scratched his head: "Should we know you?"
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