A dozen minutes later, the battle ended. Zhang Bairen abandoned the drained Godzilla, transformed into lightning, and returned to Skull Island.
Now, its own flame temperature has increased to over 100,000 degrees Celsius.
Although it's not as hot as the more than 500,000 degrees Celsius of atomic breath, this temperature is enough for Zhang Bairen.
Because if the temperature of the flames gets any higher, they can only be used as a powerful attack.
Currently, although the consumption is not low, it is still within an acceptable range.
Moreover, temperatures exceeding 100,000 degrees Celsius are already extremely terrifying.
If used in the world of One Piece, even Kaido, the strongest creature on land, sea, and air, would probably not be able to withstand the burning and scorching of such flames.
"Perhaps, the Crimson Lotus Flame, with its temperature of tens of millions, is not much different from the flames of some mystical realms." On Skull Island, Zhang Bairen, the King Kong who had witnessed the destructive power of the flames, was becoming increasingly excited about the upcoming Crimson Lotus Godzilla.
Godzilla, who had been tricked and beaten by Zhang Bairen, looked in the direction of Skull Island with a bewildered expression, and then silently sank into the sea.
Forget it, I can't afford to mess with them, can't I just stay away?
In fact, not only has King Kong not yet grown up, but Godzilla is also still in the process of growing.
Although Godzilla is over 100 million years old, he is still Mother Earth's eldest son.
Godzilla, beloved by Earth, is naturally more special than the other Titans.
In this turbulent world, Zhang Bairen, who has been hiding in the Zhonghua Pavilion for over a decade, is also preparing to go out and gain some experience.
In the backyard, the mournful sound of the erhu drifted into my ears on the autumn wind.
After tidying his clothes, Zhang Bairen prepared to knock on the door to ask questions.
But before Zhang Bairen could take any action, the door opened automatically.
"Come in, kid. When did you start being so polite?"
"What, are you getting ready to leave? Is that why you've become so serious?" Wuming put down his erhu and teased Zhang Bairen.
"Yes, I'm planning to go out and gain some experience, and also find a suitable weapon," Zhang Bairen replied.
"Do you have a target? I remember that the peerless sword of Baijian Manor seems to be almost finished being forged," Wuming said.
"What goals are there? We'll just take it one step at a time. It's the unknown that makes things fun," Zhang Bairen replied.
"Bai Ren, my Hero Sword, are you really not going to consider it?" Wuming asked again.
"I'm not going to consider it anymore. I yearn for a carefree life, not for the existence of heroes."
This sword belongs to only you, Master!
Neither I nor Xiao Chen are suitable to inherit his mantle! Zhang Bairen replied.
Wuming sighed, and in the end said nothing more, but picked up the erhu again and began a sorrowful solo.
"Go, take your valuables with you, and I'll have Ghost Tiger accompany you."
"Although you are powerful, you lack experience in the martial world. With Ghost Tiger helping you, I can rest assured." Wuming said.
Zhang Bairen wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it carefully, he realized that it was his master's good intention, so he agreed directly.
After taking his valuables, Zhang Bairen found Guihu.
Then, the two drove a carriage and slowly left the Zhonghua Pavilion.
The main purpose of this trip is to travel and have fun. If we want to pursue speed, how fast can we fly by transforming into lightning?
So let's take our time traveling by horse-drawn carriage, eating nuts.
"Young Master, is there anywhere you wish to go?" Ghost Tiger asked.
“I want to see Leifeng Pagoda in West Lake and Leshan Giant Buddha. Whichever is closer, we’ll go there first,” Zhang Bairen replied.
“Both places are about the same distance from Leyang Town. Why don’t we go see the Leshan Giant Buddha first? I remember that the Nanlin Sword Master’s family lives near the Leshan Giant Buddha. If we have the chance, we can go and learn from them,” Ghost Tiger said.
"Okay, as long as you have a plan," Zhang Bairen replied casually.
At this point in time, the World Society has already begun to show its strength, and the Southern Lin Sword Master, whom Ghost Tiger mentioned, has long been accompanying Nie Feng's father to guard the Dragon Vein deep within the Lingyun Cave.
The question now is whether we can encounter the Fire Qilin.
"Speaking of Nie Feng, it seems that Wushuang City has not been destroyed yet."
"The Martial Saint's inheritance, a slash that surpasses the speed of light, a technique that can cut through the void—should I find an opportunity to obtain it?" Zhang Bairen thought to himself.
Having already mastered the Heavenly Sword Realm, would it be inappropriate for me to learn swordsmanship as well?
After thinking it over carefully for a moment, I finally decided that I should not worry about so much. As long as I have the opportunity, I should get this invincible inheritance!
I may not need it, but I cannot live without it.
This kind of inheritance that instantly reaches the maximum level, as long as you have enough true energy, you can unleash a super-light-speed slash. Who would be willing to give up such an overpowered move?
Anyway, Zhang Bairen couldn't bear to part with it.
Along the way, the two stopped and started, and Zhang Bairen did not forget his old ways. Whenever they ate, he would tell a short martial arts story.
All the money earned was used to buy grains and rice, which were then distributed as charitable porridge to disaster victims.
The two traveled along the way, telling stories and distributing porridge, and even helping out several times along the way.
Before even reaching Leshan, the name of Zhang the Great Philanthropist and speculations about Zhang Bairen's identity had already spread.
With his invincible strength, Zhang Bairen naturally didn't care about anything.
The world is already chaotic enough. Doing what you can within your power is the best you can do to be true to your conscience.
During his journey, Ghost Tiger sent several messages to Nameless. After receiving confirmation from Nameless, Ghost Tiger became much more confident and stopped hiding his identity or offering further explanations.
Soon, the nameless successor appeared in the martial arts world, startling many people from all walks of life, as well as famous sects.
They could never forget the glorious deeds of the nameless warrior who swept across the Central Plains.
Some short-sighted individuals set their sights on Zhang Bairen, hoping to gain a sense of accomplishment through him and avenge their grievances.
Or perhaps, they want to capture Zhang Bairen to threaten Wuming and then avenge their former master.
But truly intelligent people must have seen through some of the situation.
What does it mean that a person can confidently send their disciples out to gain experience without any attempt to conceal it?
This can only prove one thing: that martial arts legend has extreme confidence in his disciple.
He was confident that the current martial arts world posed absolutely no threat to his disciples.
All of them sighed.
Sure enough, how could that martial arts legend, that demon who ravaged the Central Plains, possibly die so easily?
Now that his disciples have all emerged, what hope is there for the martial arts world in this generation?
Outside Wushuang City, the Sword Saint Dugu, who was in seclusion, also learned about the nameless disciple from Dugu Yifang.
This white-haired man, who had severed all emotions and desires and forgotten all feelings, was overwhelmed with ecstatic joy in that instant.
At this moment, the man, who was as sharp as a sword, seemed to have come to life.
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