Xiong Ba’s Death, Boros Attacks!

Without Bu Jingyun causing trouble, and with the Sword Saint fully prepared to use Sword Twenty-Three, Xiong Ba was doomed to die.

Chu Yang’s Shadow Clone carefully observed the Sword Saint’s Sword Twenty-Three and vanished the instant Xiong Ba died.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, Chu Yang suddenly gained a number of memories.

Before long, a group of terrified Jianghu figures emerged from World’s First Building.

Many of them shouted, "Xiong Ba is dead! The Underworld Society people are fighting among themselves!"

With Xiong Ba dead, every member believed they could take the position of gang leader, especially the ambitious Twelve Ecliptic Fiends.

They were effectively Xiong Ba’s personal guard. Aside from Qin Shuang, Nie Feng, and Bu Jingyun, the Twelve Ecliptic Fiends held the greatest power in the Underworld Society.

No one dared interfere in the Underworld Society’s internal slaughter. Most feared being caught in the crossfire and hurried out of World’s First Building.

Some Underworld Society members even blended into the crowd and fled with them.

For example…

Wen Chou Chou.

That fawning petty man had risen to where he was entirely by currying Xiong Ba’s favor.

Now that Xiong Ba was dead, his status had plummeted. Added to his usual arrogance and countless enemies, if he did not leave now, only one word awaited him: death.

Wen Chou Chou was congratulating himself on being clever enough to flee at the first sign of trouble when a powerful hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder.

Wen Chou Chou jolted in fright. Without even looking at who it was, he pressed his palms together, shut his eyes, and pleaded bitterly, "Spare me, sir! I’m just worthless trash. I don’t have much to do with the Underworld Society. Please show mercy, sir!"

"Wen Chou Chou, is Xiong Ba really dead?"

Recognizing the familiar voice, Wen Chou Chou opened his eyes and cried out in shock, "Bu Jingyun? You’re not dead?"

Bu Jingyun only cared whether Xiong Ba was dead. He stared fixedly at Wen Chou Chou. "Is Xiong Ba dead or not?"

Wen Chou Chou shuddered and hastily said, "Dead! Dead! Dead beyond dead! Not even immortals could save him!"

Bu Jingyun released Wen Chou Chou’s shoulder and stood to one side in a daze. He had lived for revenge, yet now that Xiong Ba was dead, where could he avenge Kong Ci? Where could he vent this burning rage in his chest?

Bu Jingyun turned and glared at Chu Yang. "You stopped me from taking revenge. You will pay the price!"

Just as he was about to attack, Jian Chen firmly held him back and whispered in his ear, "His martial arts are no weaker than my master’s. You can’t beat him. Don’t act recklessly."

Chu Yang ignored him. Instead, he grabbed Wen Chou Chou, who was about to slip away, and said coldly, "Explain Xiong Ba’s plan to divide the three martial brothers to him properly, so he doesn’t keep acting like an idiot."

"Yes, sir."

Wen Chou Chou lowered his head obediently. Though he had no idea how this man knew, he honestly did as told and explained Mud Buddha’s prophecy, along with the entire course of events, to Bu Jingyun.

Bu Jingyun’s expression turned complicated after hearing it. "I misunderstood Senior Brother Qin and Junior Brother Feng…"

"If you don’t go up there now, Qin Shuang will be beaten to death by the Twelve Ecliptic Fiends," Chu Yang kindly reminded him.

"I’ll settle accounts with you next time!"

Bu Jingyun shot Chu Yang a cold glance.

Oh?

You little brat, think I’ll spoil you?

Chu Yang viciously kicked Bu Jingyun in the ass, sending him straight to the mountaintop. Bu Jingyun clutched his backside and spun around on the ground in pain.

By the time Bu Jingyun wanted to settle accounts with Chu Yang again, Chu Yang had already vanished with the Sword Saint’s body.

He could only swallow this humiliation and rush toward World’s First Building. Given Qin Shuang’s current loyalty to Xiong Ba, he might truly fight the Twelve Ecliptic Fiends to the death.

After leaving the Underworld Society, Chu Yang brought the Sword Saint’s body to China Pavilion, traveling many times faster than he had on the way there.

Nameless seemed to have anticipated that Chu Yang would return with the Sword Saint’s body and had prepared a burial site for him in advance.

The two held a simple funeral for the Sword Saint.

"When I read Xiong Ba’s fate, he should not have died this way. That was why I urged the Sword Saint not to take such a risk. I never expected even Xiong Ba to die."

Nameless sighed ruefully, still unable to understand what had gone wrong.

No matter how much he calculated, he could never have accounted for Chu Yang, an anomaly who did not belong in this world.

"Before Senior Sword Saint passed away, he passed Sword Twenty-Three to me and hoped I could find him a successor. I would like to stay at your China Pavilion for a while and discuss the mysteries of Sword Twenty-Three with you…"

Nameless was extremely curious about Sword Twenty-Three as well, so he readily agreed.

With Nameless’s help, Chu Yang would only comprehend Sword Twenty-Three faster.

However, Chu Yang had more important matters to handle. Since Nameless had yet to comprehend Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, Chu Yang decided to personally help speed things along.

During his stay at China Pavilion, Chu Yang discussed Sword Twenty-Three with Nameless while casually, deliberately guiding him toward the core principles of Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin.

"Senior, do you think there is any martial art in this world that can only be learned after one first cripples one’s own martial arts?"

"Cripple your martial arts? Where did you hear that? It doesn’t sound like a righteous path."

"The Daoist who taught me swordsmanship said it. When he was young, he suffered a great calamity, and all his martial arts were reduced to nothing. It was as though he had become a blank sheet of paper once more."

"A blank sheet of paper?"

"Yes. What he learned in his youth was too miscellaneous, like a sheet covered in chaotic scribbles. Once he became a blank page again, he could focus entirely on painting it with one color."

"Was that the Daoist who passed on your Tai Chi Sword Intent?"

Chu Yang nodded. To guide Nameless toward comprehending Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, he had no choice but to invoke Zhang Sanfeng’s name.

The effect was quite good.

Chu Yang attributed many of the key points concerning Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin to Zhang Sanfeng when explaining them to Nameless.

Mixed in were also some concepts of Tai Chi, as well as Zhang Sanfeng’s many years of martial arts experience.

Nameless had already gained profound insight during his duel with Chu Yang that day. After Chu Yang’s deliberate guidance, inspiration concerning Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin suddenly surged through his mind.

The next day, Nameless specifically asked Chu Yang to stand guard for him as he began a long period of secluded cultivation, ordering that no one was to disturb him.

He also perfectly missed the news of the Peerless Sword’s emergence.

Although Xiong Ba was dead, Bu Jingyun would most likely still go to Sword Worship Villa to obtain the Peerless Sword, because he had hidden Kong Ci’s body in the Imperial Mausoleum.

The Imperial Mausoleum had the World-Severing stone, which was impervious to blades and spears and weighed tens of thousands of pounds. To break it open, one needed the Peerless Sword.

In the end, Bu Jingyun was only making trouble for himself.

But Duan Lang had already been killed by Chu Yang. Even if Bu Jingyun went to Sword Worship Villa, what followed might not develop according to its original course.

After all, Jian Chen had only turned into a beast because Duan Lang fed him the Seven Emotions Six Desires Pill.

Two months later.

The turmoil stirred up by the Peerless Sword came to an end. Bu Jingyun seized the sword and disappeared without a trace, while Jian Chen returned to China Pavilion perfectly fine, showing no abnormalities.

Just as Chu Yang was regretting that he could not send Jian Chen on his way, Nameless emerged from seclusion, the sword qi and sword intent around him having become extraordinarily pure.

"Thank you, young friend, for standing guard for me all these days and allowing Nameless to fortunately master Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin!"

Now that Nameless had mastered Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, Chu Yang took the opportunity to propose a duel. Nameless readily agreed, seemingly wishing to test the power of Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin.

The two returned to the same forest as before.

Only, the Sword Saint was no longer among the spectators.

It was a cause for sighs.

As the only spectator present, Jian Chen was immensely excited despite his dislike for Chu Yang.

This might have been the highest-level swordsmanship duel in the world.

And he would bear witness to it.

Unlike last time, Nameless held the Hero Sword from the very beginning, while Chu Yang imitated the Sword Saint’s technique of wielding the sword with qi, facing his enemy with sword qi.

Nameless used Nameless Swordplay.

Chu Yang used Sacred Spirit Swordplay.

It was as though the Sword Saint and Nameless were battling across endless time and space.

The two tacitly chose this method to mourn the departed Sword Saint.

Whether Sword Twenty-Three or Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin was stronger had been the Sword Saint’s lifelong obsession.

Countless streams of sword qi erupted, destroying everything around them. Even Jian Chen, watching from the sidelines, had no choice but to avoid the aftermath of the battlefield’s razor-sharp edge.

The next moment.

Jian Chen stared at the battlefield again, his face filled with longing.

The restraint Nameless Swordplay had over Sacred Spirit Swordplay seemed somewhat ineffective against Chu Yang, and Nameless did not hold any clear advantage.

Another quarter hour passed.

Nameless gathered his sword momentum again and finally unleashed the supreme secret passed down for generations by the Sword Sect—Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin.

Sharp sword qi arose from within Nameless. His body transformed into a gust of wind as sword qi scattered in all directions, sweeping through the surroundings like a violent storm and filling the sky.

The sword momentum formed a net, a magnificent sight to behold.

Chu Yang planted his feet, Armament Haki covering his entire body. Together with the protection of the Nine Yang Divine Skill, he allowed the sword qi to sweep over him.

The clanging of metal rang without end.

Standing amid sword qi like a curtain of rain, Chu Yang resembled the legendary Acala. Nameless’s Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin could not harm him in the slightest.

Nameless’s expression shifted slightly at the sight.

"There is actually such an incredibly powerful body-tempering art in this world…"

Nameless still remembered their first meeting, when Chu Yang had knocked back the Hero Sword with one finger, making it tremble and ring ceaselessly.

From that moment, he had concluded that Chu Yang was an exceptional body-tempering master. He had simply never expected him to be so formidable that even Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin could not injure him.

"Senior Nameless, I’m drawing my sword."

Seeing Nameless’s mind unsettled, Chu Yang shouted loudly.

Nameless immediately composed himself and condensed his sword qi. Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin ceased attacking and instead formed a defensive barrier around his body.

Golden light blazed from Chu Yang’s entire body.

Time and space seemed to freeze!

Chu Yang took one step, as though shrinking the earth into inches, and appeared before Nameless in the blink of an eye, thrusting two sword fingers toward a vital point.

Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin protected Nameless automatically, transforming its sword qi into layer upon layer of solid barriers.

Terror and shock flashed through Nameless’s eyes!

To him, Sword Twenty-Three had already surpassed swordsmanship itself.

It could even be called a law.

"This world-shaking sword art truly surpasses Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin."

Nameless sighed unconsciously. Then he suddenly realized he could move again. When he looked up, Chu Yang had already withdrawn his move.

"Senior, that is not quite right. Sword Twenty-Three is indeed powerful, but it still has a flaw: the person using it. Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin happens to make up for that weakness."

"Hahaha, I understand your intentions. I will not hoard Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin for myself. Consider it repayment for the many kindnesses you have shown me."

Nameless felt that if Chu Yang had not casually guided him, he might not have comprehended the true meaning of Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin.

Not to mention that Chu Yang had openly displayed Sword Twenty-Three in full detail before him today, without holding anything back.

The two began exchanging insights.

The sky darkened and brightened. The sun rose and set several times. Jian Chen could no longer endure it and returned to China Pavilion first.

Another half day passed.

Chu Yang and Nameless returned to China Pavilion together. Chu Yang began secluded cultivation of Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, while Nameless stood guard for him.

In truth, Chu Yang did not need anyone to stand guard during seclusion. He dispersed his internal energy, but all his other abilities remained.

Because his physique was powerful and his vitality abundant, the damage he sustained while dispersing his internal energy was negligible.

During the time Chu Yang was dispersing his cultivation.

An unfriendly guest came to China Pavilion.

Po Jun!

The murderous Po Jun stormed into China Pavilion and smashed the main hall to pieces, roaring that he wanted to see Nameless. He also casually injured the Shopkeeper, who came forward to persuade him otherwise.

He blocked the exit and used the guests’ lives as leverage to force Nameless to appear.

He was utterly arrogant!

"This is between you and me. Why involve others?"

Nameless used sword qi to clear the exit, then walked to the Shopkeeper’s side and circulated his energy to heal him.

Po Jun still wanted to provoke him.

Nameless turned to stare at him, his eyes like divine swords, their edge fully exposed. "If you wish to fight, I will accompany you. Do not harm people here."

Po Jun froze. The words he had prepared suddenly would not come out. The Nameless before him seemed to have a very different temperament from before.

After healing the Shopkeeper’s injuries, Nameless did not even look at Po Jun. He walked straight out of China Pavilion.

Though furious, Po Jun was intimidated by Nameless’s imposing aura and did not dare attack.

Once the two reached the outskirts, Nameless said coldly, "Po Jun, today I will ask you only one question. Was it you who poisoned my beloved wife all those years ago?"

Po Jun burst into laughter. "So that’s why you seem like a different person. You’ve been holding it in to seek revenge? That’s right! I killed her!"

Though Nameless had long prepared himself mentally, his heart still jolted violently. He murmured, "So it was true. In the end, I was the one who harmed her…"

Seeing Nameless’s grief-stricken expression, Po Jun used his internal energy to shake the twin swords from his back. Before they had even fallen, he moved first and attacked Nameless.

Nameless responded calmly, countering each move as it came.

His martial arts cultivation now far surpassed Po Jun’s, and he dealt with him with complete ease.

Po Jun appeared to have anticipated this. As he caught his twin swords, he unleashed the ultimate move he had learned in Japan—Sha Po Lang.

He had spent more than a decade in Japan for the sake of this ultimate art.

"Po Jun, the grudge between us began because of Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin. It should end because of it as well."

A massive amount of sword qi surged from Nameless’s body!

He leaped into the air, sword qi circulating and scattering like a curtain of rain!

Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin!

"You learned Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin?! Nameless, you despicable bastard! You actually opened my Sword Sect’s secret vault without permission!"

Po Jun’s rage overwhelmed him, and a flaw immediately appeared in his moves. The sword qi filling the sky exploited the opening and struck his dantian, his vital point.

With that blow, Po Jun’s dantian was destroyed, and he was completely crippled!

"I only had half a key. How could I possibly obtain the manual for Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin?"

"I comprehended it myself."

Nameless shook his head and sighed.

Remembering his master’s kindness from years ago, he found it difficult to strike a killing blow against Po Jun.

"You figured it out on your own…"

"That’s impossible! There’s no way that makes sense!"

Po Jun stared at Nameless in disbelief. This truth struck him even harder than Nameless secretly learning the ultimate technique.

"From now on, just settle down and live as an ordinary man!"

Nameless turned and left, unwilling to spare Po Jun another glance.

Near where the two had fought, Jian Chen was being held hostage.

Standing beside Jian Chen were Lord Godless’s eldest son, Jue Xin, and his youngest son, Jue Tian.

"We need to report to Father immediately that Nameless has mastered the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin!"

"Having too much inner power is a problem too. Just dispersing it took a huge amount of time."

Having mastered the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, Chu Yang walked out of his room and found no one outside.

"They said they’d stand guard for me, but they’ve all vanished. Guard my ass?"

Chu Yang walked out with a puzzled look, intending to find something to fill his stomach. Instead, he discovered that China Pavilion had been smashed to pieces, and the shopkeepers were leading people in cleaning up.

After casually asking around, Chu Yang learned that Po Jun had come.

"So Lord Godless came too?"

"His Killing Fist is nothing special, but the Indestructible Golden Body is somewhat interesting…"

Ever since the Wood Release from the Naruto world, Chu Yang had been especially fond of skills that could stack defenses.

The Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin was also a top-tier defensive technique when used to protect the body.

Since he could not eat, Chu Yang decided to go "ask" Lord Godless for the Indestructible Golden Body.

Who would have thought that he would run into the returning Nameless just as he stepped outside?

The moment Nameless saw Chu Yang, a smile appeared at the corner of his lips. "My young friend, your talent truly is astounding. You emerged from seclusion in less than half a month."

As he spoke, Nameless stepped forward and thrust a finger at Chu Yang like a sword.

Chu Yang likewise used his finger as a sword, meeting Nameless’s sword edge head-on.

The sword qi of the two collided, setting off quite a disturbance.

Nameless withdrew his sword finger and nodded in satisfaction. "Your Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin is extremely well-practiced, no less proficient than mine."

After humbly brushing it off, Chu Yang asked, "Senior, was Po Jun here just now?"

Nameless nodded. "He went to Japan over a decade ago to learn a move called Sha Po Lang so he could defeat me. Just now, I used the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin to destroy his dantian. You could say he got what he wished for."

Chu Yang clicked his tongue inwardly. What a way to put it—got what he wished for. Nameless was no less ruthless when he truly got serious.

"Other than Po Jun, did you encounter anyone else?"

Chu Yang asked.

"No."

Nameless shook his head decisively.

"This Sha Po Lang is a secret art of the Godless Shrine. Po Jun should have some connection to the Godless Shrine."

"The Godless Shrine acts despicably. They will probably try to deal with you, Senior."

The moment he finished speaking, Nameless’s expression changed.

"Oh no! I haven’t been able to contact Chen’er for the past few days. I thought he was busy with something, but now that I think about it, that has never happened before."

"He was most likely kidnapped by the people from the Godless Shrine."

Nameless spoke anxiously and hurried outside.

"Please calm down, Senior. If they kidnapped Jian Chen, they must want something. They will likely come looking for you soon enough, so why don’t we wait?"

Chu Yang stopped Nameless, intending to wait for Lord Godless to come to them.

"That makes sense."

After calming down, Nameless decided to follow Chu Yang’s suggestion.

Lord Godless had lost to him years ago. Nameless had no reason to fear a defeated opponent.

The two waited in China Pavilion for the people of the Godless Shrine to arrive.

Given Lord Godless’s pride, once he learned that Nameless had mastered the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, he would definitely come to challenge him.

His goal was to dominate the martial world of the Central Plains.

Defeating Nameless was the best way to quickly build his reputation.

Two days later.

China Pavilion received a letter of challenge signed by Lord Godless. Using Jian Chen’s safety as leverage, he challenged Nameless to a duel.

Chu Yang went with Nameless.

When they arrived at the agreed location.

The two saw Lord Godless, as well as Jian Chen, who was tightly bound.

Chu Yang smiled happily. He and Jian Chen had never liked each other, so he naturally hoped the other man had suffered a little more.

"Nameless, we finally meet again. Do you still remember this old man?"

Lord Godless stood with his back to Nameless, assuming the posture of a lonely master.

"Just a defeated opponent. Good thing you came early. In a few more years, I might truly have forgotten you."

"You were no match for me ten years ago. You are no match for me today, and you will be no match for me in the future!"

Nameless’s opening words were mocking to the extreme, completely unlike his usual manner.

Chu Yang felt that Nameless had also blamed his wife’s death on Lord Godless. He could not bring himself to kill Po Jun, but he could kill Lord Godless a hundred times over.

The area was filled with people from the Godless Shrine. Nameless’s words were tantamount to grinding Lord Godless’s dignity into the ground.

Ashamed and enraged, Lord Godless turned around. With a tremor of his arms, golden light enveloped his entire body as he activated the Indestructible Golden Body.

Then he raised his hand and threw out a Killing Fist!

The ferocious fist force struck at Nameless through the air. In an instant, sand and stones flew everywhere.

Nameless’s fingertip sliced through the air, and sword qi shattered Lord Godless’s fist force. He then closed in and began fighting Lord Godless at close range.

Sword qi continuously slashed against the Indestructible Golden Body, bursting out in waves of golden light.

Nameless’s first thought was that Lord Godless’s Indestructible Golden Body was inferior to Chu Yang’s hardening arts.

His attacks became a little more relaxed.

Lord Godless had long been prepared for a decisive battle with Nameless. His Killing Fist was swift and powerful, each strike smashing head-on into the incomparably sharp sword qi.

After a short while, Lord Godless’s offensive slowed.

He realized that no matter how strong the Killing Fist was, it could not break Nameless’s protective sword qi. Meanwhile, his Indestructible Golden Body was nearing its limit.

At that moment.

Nameless’s sword finger stabbed heavily into Lord Godless’s qi sea. The blow sent him reeling backward again and again.

Realizing that he was about to lose, Lord Godless suddenly pointed at the tightly bound Jian Chen.

Nameless stopped and snapped, "Truly despicable!"

"The victor is king, and the loser is a bandit. Don’t tell me you don’t understand such a simple principle?"

"Hahaha! The Heavenly Sword, Nameless, is nothing more than this. You will still lose to my schemes!"

Lord Godless threw back his head and laughed wildly, looking utterly arrogant.

"A Yang, please hold Lord Godless back for the moment while I save Chen’er."

Nameless turned to Chu Yang and said.

"Please go ahead, Senior!"

Chu Yang stepped toward Lord Godless.

"Nameless, you actually sent an immature brat to stop me? Then I’ll beat him to death right before your eyes!"

Lord Godless stared cruelly at Chu Yang, thinking that this threat would force Nameless into a difficult choice.

But Nameless ignored him completely and charged straight at the people of the Godless Shrine.

Lord Godless panicked slightly and turned to stop Nameless.

"You can leave, but your Indestructible Golden Body has to stay behind."

Chu Yang’s pupils suddenly turned red, tomoe slowly revolving within them. With a flash, he appeared before Lord Godless.

"Brat, you’re courting death!"

Lord Godless raised his Killing Fist, intending to hammer this ignorant brat to death.

Boom!!!

The Killing Fist struck Chu Yang in the chest like a blow upon a muffled drum. Lord Godless’s pupils contracted, and his entire arm faintly ached.

"My turn!"

Chu Yang threw a punch at Lord Godless’s face.

Lord Godless crossed his arms to block it. A terrifying force exploded against him, making golden light blaze all over his body.

Lord Godless was horrified and nearly cried out.

Just one punch had nearly broken his Indestructible Golden Body.

"I’ve learned it."

Through that punch just now, Chu Yang’s Sharingan had already memorized the entire qi circulation route of the Indestructible Golden Body.

"What?!"

Lord Godless froze.

"I mean, you can die now!"

Chu Yang suddenly swung his right fist. The eleventh level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill erupted, and power capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks slammed into Lord Godless.

Bang!!!

Lord Godless, who had become Japan’s overlord through the Indestructible Golden Body, was beaten into a pile of flesh before everyone’s eyes!

Jue Xin: "???"

Jue Tian: "???"

Jian Chen: "???"

Nameless: "…"

Holy shit!

My father’s gone!

Jue Xin and Jue Tian stared blankly at the pile of flesh on the ground, feeling as though they were dreaming.

Nameless was also startled. He had never expected Chu Yang to kill Lord Godless with two punches.

The Indestructible Golden Body had withstood hundreds of sword qi strikes head-on.

The sheer strength of Chu Yang’s physique once again refreshed Nameless’s understanding.

"Master, I’ll never offend Senior A Yang again…"

Jian Chen’s legs went weak, and his crotch became slightly damp.

Even when Lord Godless had kidnapped and tortured him, he had never been this afraid.

A living person had been beaten into pieces?

What happened to the Indestructible Golden Body?

You withstood so much sword qi, but you could not even withstand a pair of flesh-and-blood fists?

"Sorry, I’ve been a little hot-tempered lately."

Chu Yang gave the people of the Godless Shrine a friendly smile.

"Ahhh!!! Don’t kill me!"

"Help! Please, spare me!"

"I’m leaving right now! Right now!"

After a chorus of screams and wails, most of the Godless Shrine’s people had fled.

What a joke!

Even Lord Godless, who was that formidable, had been beaten to death. Why would they stay here?

To die as extras?

Who would risk their life for a few hundred a month?

The still-young Jue Tian stared blankly, seemingly unable to accept what had happened before his eyes.

His older brother, Jue Xin, had already prepared to run away with everyone else.

"Please take your father with you. Don’t pollute the environment."

Chu Yang reminded them kindly.

Jue Xin’s legs trembled. He did not dare keep running, and while suppressing his grief and humiliation, began gathering up his father’s remains.

There was such a huge pile. Who knew how long it would take to clean up?

Watching his brother wipe up their father like he was wiping a table, Jue Tian vomited, vomiting until the world spun around him.

Jian Chen turned his head away, feeling that he was about to vomit too.

Nameless walked over and cut all the ropes on him.

"Thank you, Master. I… blegh…"

Jian Chen ultimately could not hold it in. Like Jue Tian, he squatted in a corner and began vomiting uncontrollably.

"Young people really lack training!"

Chu Yang shook his head helplessly, only to see Nameless’s face was also green, his lips twitching.

"Now that Lord Godless is dead, the Godless Shrine should vanish like the Underworld Society. At least we won’t have to worry about them anymore," Chu Yang said to Nameless.

"Japan has coveted the martial world of the Central Plains for a long time. This time it was Lord Godless; next time, it may not be him."

Nameless sighed. He had wanted to stay out of worldly affairs, but when the matter truly came before him, he found that he could not genuinely stand aside.

"Senior, do you mean you want to return to the martial world?"

Chu Yang was quite surprised. Nameless’s thoughts had suddenly changed drastically, catching even him off guard.

Could it be that he had been influenced by Chu Yang?

"Not exactly. I only want to use China Pavilion as a base, secretly gather strength, and prepare for the day when demons and devils run rampant, in case of unforeseen need."

Nameless answered like this.

"So you’re going to go head-to-head with Di Shitian."

A trace of amusement appeared on Chu Yang’s face. He suddenly found things getting interesting.

Huh?

My thoughts seem pretty similar to Di Shitian’s…

Why am I starting to sound more and more like a villain?

Chu Yang hurriedly dismissed the absurd thought from his mind.

"A Yang, if you have nowhere to go, why not stay at China Pavilion?"

The first person Nameless tried to recruit was actually Chu Yang.

What did that mean?

A Fengyun version of the Avengers?

Chu Yang nodded. "I don’t have anywhere to go anyway, so I can stay here with you, Senior, and mooch some meals."

Nameless smiled in relief. "All the food you want, and all the wine you can drink."

Hearing their conversation, Jian Chen’s face immediately turned ashen. He truly did not want anything more to do with Chu Yang.

A very severe trauma had already been etched into his heart.

"Brother Jian Chen, judging by your expression, you don’t seem very happy to see me?"

Chu Yang suddenly leaned close to Jian Chen, smiling at him.

"Senior A Yang, how could that be? Jian Chen greatly admires you, Senior. I would welcome you with a freshly swept bed if I could."

Jian Chen’s face was filled with sincerity.

One-Punch Man World.

Great Seer Shibabawa, the great prophet who could predict disasters with one hundred percent accuracy, had passed away!

Before his death, Great Seer Shibabawa left behind a note that read, "The Earth is in trouble."

Therefore, the Hero Association headquarters convened an emergency meeting and required all S-Class Heroes to attend.

Saitama and Genos, who were at Bang’s Dojo, were also temporarily drafted in.

Genos was fine, since he was already an S-Class Hero. But because Saitama had not received credit for defeating the Deep Sea King, he was still a C-Class Hero.

A C-Class Hero standing among a group of S-Class Heroes was extremely conspicuous.

The atmosphere was incredibly stifling, and everyone looked Saitama over with disdain.

Until…

Sonic, also a C-Class Hero, arrived.

Saitama immediately seemed less awkward. He even waved and greeted Sonic in a friendly manner.

Sonic ignored him and respectfully stepped aside.

Chu Yang slowly entered the conference room.

The atmosphere shifted from stifling to tense!

Especially Tatsumaki. The instant she saw Chu Yang, her heart abruptly skipped a beat, but she immediately put on an indifferent act.

The other S-Class Heroes all knew the result of Tatsumaki’s battle with Chu Yang.

Most of them wore expressions of eager spectators.

Atomic Samurai, meanwhile, looked thoroughly displeased. His three disciples had suffered badly at Sonic’s hands.

Wasn’t that indirectly saying Chu Yang taught better than he did?

Flashy Flash’s gaze remained on Sonic, his expression complicated. It was only through the Deep Sea King incident that he had learned Sonic had also joined the Hero Association.

The Hero Association remained cautious toward Chu Yang. If this crisis had not concerned the entire Earth, they would not have contacted him.

After all, things between them had previously ended very unpleasantly.

Chu Yang casually sat down beside Saitama, who silently shifted a little farther away.

Chu Yang smiled teasingly. "Are you afraid of me?"

Saitama shook his head. "I just don’t want to have nightmares."

Chu Yang continued, "Weren’t you interested in Ninjutsu? Come to the House of Evolution next time, and I can teach you!"

Saitama was immediately intrigued. He looked at him expectantly. "You mean it?"

Chu Yang nodded. "Of course!"

It would be a good thing if Saitama came to the House of Evolution often. At the very least, Chu Yang would not have to worry about lacking Lineage Factor.

The two chatted animatedly, completely unconcerned about the purpose of the meeting.

The director presiding over the meeting kept coughing, yet he still could not interrupt Chu Yang and Saitama’s conversation. Left with no choice, he began the meeting.

There was not much core content, and it was explained in just a few sentences. Some of the S-Class Heroes present took it very seriously, while others did not care at all.

The differing positions made everyone argue fiercely.

"It’s only a crisis that might happen within the next half year. Was there really a need to gather everyone now—"

Before Child Emperor could finish, the entire building began shaking violently.

Outside the windows, several winged monsters, led by a monster calling himself the Sky King, were attacking the Hero Association headquarters.

The heroes were just about to make their move.

The Sky King was suddenly split in two, his corpse falling from the sky.

Everyone looked up to see a gigantic interstellar warship appearing above City A!