Free Web NovelChapter 514: Chapter 507: The Man Who Returned to the World
At this very moment, everyone watching their screens fell silent. It was only then that they truly understood the significance of the name Zhou Yuanjue.
It was a power that seemed incomprehensible, a mystery that compelled one to look deeper.
"It has to be fake, right?! What the hell did he just do? Did he plant explosives nearby and blow up his opponent amidst the chaos?"
"It has to be a trap. Don’t you all agree?"
"..."
Online forums outside the country were flooded with a torrent of disbelieving comments. It seemed as though people were just trying to make excuses.
ROAR!!
But within Donghua Country, a wave of excited cheers erupted simultaneously.
From every building, in every city—whether people were at work, in class, or at leisure—the sound of this moment was one of pure joy.
This was a Warrior of Donghua! A figure like one of the Divine Beings, a power that seemed invincible. He and every citizen of the nation stemmed from the same ancestors, the same Bloodline.
It was a pride beyond words, a fortune impossible to describe.
A pride and fortune to be born into such a great nation.
At that moment, countless people saw the figure seated amidst the sea of sand as a hero!
On Zixiao Mountain, the Chief Commissioner, Chen Qingmu, and several others had gathered, witnessing everything on the screen.
"This kid... he’s really reached a realm that is, for now, difficult for us to comprehend."
The Chief Commissioner remarked with a sigh, secretly relieved. Even though he had shown complete trust and support for Zhou Yuanjue, his heart was actually filled with uncertainties and concerns he dared not show. Now, having witnessed Zhou Yuanjue’s power with his own eyes, that sliver of worry was finally laid to rest.
"Larry, Ghana’s former champion boxer... after undergoing that life-form transformation, his strength was likely already above that of an ordinary Saint Awakening. Yet he couldn’t even last a single round against that kid. I really have no idea what level he’s at now."
"However, Larry’s appearance was also somewhat unexpected. We originally estimated that most of the fifty powerful individuals they dispatched would be mere hosts for General Level Celestial Demons, relatively weak. But now, it seems that’s not the case."
"It seems there are other powerful beings hidden in their ranks who exceed our estimations... And the King Level has yet to make an appearance."
Chen Qingmu said grimly. Larry’s appearance had served as a wake-up call. The enemy’s strength wasn’t as simple as they had imagined. Some beings that should have been buried in the dust of history might now have a chance to reawaken.
"Then let’s just wait and see," the Chief Commissioner said with a smile, turning his gaze back to the screen. "I’m very interested to know what kind of riff-raff will be the next challenger."
Meanwhile, viewers all over the world were asking the same question.
Who would be the next challenger? Under circumstances like these, would anyone even dare to try?
In truth, from the moment Zhou Yuanjue became a global focal point and this patch of sand deep in the Satan Desert became the center of the world’s attention, countless people had already set their sights on him.
What does a person live for?
Some live for ideals, goals, and beliefs. For others, fame, power, and status are their ideals and goals. There was no shortage of Martial Artists who thought just like Larry.
Under the watchful eye of the world, this was a stage where they could obtain supreme glory.
However, after witnessing the tragic sight of Larry’s "mysterious disappearance" with their own eyes, these would-be challengers all fell silent. The burning desire in their hearts was doused as if by ice-cold water, and they couldn’t help but shudder.
Compared to fame and power, they valued their own lives more. This, in the end, was why they became Celestial Demons.
However, not all beings were like them.
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「In Cook, a country over a thousand kilometers from the Liya Republic.」
At the Sanhe Group’s headquarters in Cook, on the top floor of a thirty-story skyscraper, inside a tatami room decorated in the Tianhe Ancient Style.
A young man of medium build knelt on the tatami mat. His face was resolute and somewhat gaunt. High cheekbones and sharply defined contours gave his features an aggressive look. Yet, within his bright eyes lay a calm, depth, and detachment that did not belong to a young man—the kind of thing that only settles after being weathered by the long years.
Behind the young man, several middle-aged men in suits stood ramrod straight, their faces grim, not daring to make the slightest sound.
They were all true senior executives and core members of the Sanhe Group, individuals who held extremely high status even within Tianhe Country.
But before this young man, they were like teenagers awaiting a lecture from an elder.
The young man, dressed in the traditional attire of Tianhe Country, was currently gazing at a laptop on the low tea table. On it, the divine figure of Zhou Yuanjue filled the screen.
The young man’s eyes were downcast as every scene from the recent battle replayed in his mind. A faint, joyful smile touched the corners of his lips.
"So it’s him. The one I’ve been searching for. I’m truly looking forward to this."
The young man said with a smile. He then turned to a middle-aged man standing respectfully behind him and said, "Zhenwu, prepare a vehicle. I’m going to the Great Satan Desert."
"Old Ancestor..."
Behind him, Beichuan Zhenwu, a senior executive of the Sanhe Group, wore a troubled expression. "Old Ancestor, this opponent is very dangerous. The Cabinet and His Majesty’s intention is that you have no need to involve yourself in such a dangerous conflict. The opponent is targeting the Starry Sky Country; this is a matter best left for them to handle."
"You must know how important you are to our country and our people. Please, don’t put yourself in harm’s way..."
"Zhenwu, you all should have let me fade from this world naturally, rather than forcibly keeping me here. You especially shouldn’t have used such methods to pull me back."
The young man cut Beichuan Zhenwu off.
"Yes, I once sacrificed a great deal for this country. But there is one thing you shouldn’t have forgotten."
"I am a Martial Artist. For his goals and beliefs, a Martial Artist can die like a comet or fly into a flame like a moth. For people like us, death is life’s most vivid brushstroke, its most romantic verse."
"I could have died a romantic death, but you forced me to live on in this shameful form. You never asked my opinion, nor did you ask how I felt. Perhaps in your hearts, I am a sharp blade. But have you ever considered whether you are qualified to wield a blade such as me?"
The young man slowly stood up. He only came up to Beichuan Zhenwu’s shoulder, but the power in his eyes was as vast as the heavens, as sharp as a celestial sword.
Sever all desire, slay every stray thought!!
