Chapter 205

Senior brother.

He's no longer a senior brother—attack!

The moment the Guigui attacked, it was like pouring cold water into a pot of hot oil—the scene erupted into chaos instantly. Several monks who hadn't even reacted were torn in half by the Guigui, and their eyebrow‑high long staff clanged to the ground.

The noise snapped everyone to attention; the monks looked bewildered and uneasy, unsure whether to strike their 'senior brother'—an act of insubordination—while the players were surprised, but that surprise quickly turned into delight.

Even though they didn't know which side this sudden player belonged to, nor had they ever heard of such a top expert, it didn't prevent them from seeing the battle's outcome and comparing the two sides' strength.

25th level! 17th level! Though both are in the Golden Core realm, their minor realms differ by eight levels! To the players, this gap seemed like an unbridgeable heavenly chasm, yet in that moment it was completely overturned.

Can a single strike instantly kill four monks? Can it overturn the heavens? That might not be necessary, but a heaven‑defying prodigy capable of fighting beyond their level can possess such power.

Our reinforcements have arrived!

Long live the motherland!

I knew the country wouldn't be that simple!

After a brief stunned pause, the players erupted in cheers, their morale visibly rising; some hot‑blooded players instinctively followed the Guigui and began attacking the monks.

The rest of the players reacted at once. With the four flying monks slain, the golden aura protecting the others had faded—now was the perfect time to strike a dog in the water. Turgenev led the way, spotting an opening, wiped blood from his face, shouted 'Ura', and delivered a jumping slash to a monk struggling to resist the Guigui, shattering the monk's bald head like a watermelon.

Whalefall's morale didn't rise like the players'; he realized this person was neither a hidden ace nor reinforcement, but a lone wanderer outside all major powers.

Rat!

He had just been hoping that Zi Shu would appear in later operations, but instead Zi Shu showed up just like Timely Rain, descending from the heavens at a moment of dire peril in a stunning entrance. What shocked him even more was that, after hearing about Zi Shu's performance in the Ice Plains incident, those who hadn't taken part had speculated about Zi Shu's level—some guessed 20th level, some 25th level, and some wildly imaginative ones even dared to guess that Zi Shu's level had already surpassed 25th.

Of course, even if it were above 25th level, they didn't dare guess higher; in their view, Zi Shu could be at most 26th level.

But who would have thought? After meeting him in person, Whalefall realized their imaginations were too modest—Zi Shu is actually only 17th level.

Seventeenth level! Can you believe it? A player who barely meets the minimum requirement for this mission instantly slew four monks that had been giving them trouble.

If his level were the same as mine, wouldn't he be able to instant‑kill heaven, earth, and even air?

Besides, his pet is no ordinary creature—just by standing there it can scare off a white elephant that had nearly killed his companion in a single strike! This is no mere lone wanderer; he's a thigh, a massive leg as sturdy as a heaven‑supporting jade pillar! While Whalefall was still dazed, Chen Shicheng slipped the Burning Soul Nail into his storage, gave the spicy strip a pat on the head, and tilted his chin toward the still‑nervous white elephant.

Eat it.

Although the white elephant is seven levels above the spicy strip, Chen Shicheng isn't the slightest bit worried.

Although the white elephant also has an ancient bloodline, its origin is obscure and its concentration pales in comparison to that of the spicy strip. The attribute boost from the spicy strip's bloodline concentration is already enough to cancel out the strength gap caused by the level difference.

Moreover, while the white elephant's body is massive, its agility is lacking; even if the spicy strip can't beat it outright, its small size and blinding speed—so fast that even he can't keep up—allow it to entangle the elephant for a long time.

Of course, the spicy strip's little head isn't capable of such complex thought—since its master told it to go, it just does! As Chen Shicheng's words fell, the spicy strip vanished from his shoulder, and instantly a massive upper body matching its size appeared before the white elephant, which it opened its bloody maw and bit down on.

Ong!

The white elephant let out a fearful roar, lifted its four thick legs, and with a tremendous boom it bolted back tens of meters.

Not to be outdone, the spicy strip kept its Dharma‑form heavenly‑earth size and gave chase; since its master's order was to eat it, it had to crush the target and swallow it whole.

Neither Chen Shicheng nor the fat monk paid attention to the size difference in their fight; both locked eyes, their gazes filled with solemnity.

Chen Shicheng couldn't determine the opponent's true attributes despite multiple attempts with the Bai Ze Eye, while the fat monk was wary due to Chen Shicheng's displayed strength and the formation surrounding him.

Unlike Chen Shicheng, who couldn't discern the opponent's attributes, he could tell Chen Shicheng's level at a glance from his aura.

Nevertheless, precisely because of that, he dared not act rashly.

Seventeenth level? Pulling a fast one? A newcomer just entered the Golden Core stage; if he could instantly kill four of my 25th‑level disciples, he would have devoured the escort's magical treasure raw! And a cultivator who can fool my eyes—his level and realm might be comparable to mine; the level he displays is likely meant to lure me into attacking.

Should he skip the probing and go all out? Just as the fat monk was pondering, Chen Shicheng launched an attack.

The probing blade aura and the Taiyin Ice Freeze spell meant to restrict movement were instantly condensed and shot forth together.

The fat monk instinctively flicked his monk's robe, neutralizing the two attacks; upon looking down, aside from a slash mark on the robe's edge and a bit of frost, he suffered no harm at all.

This.

The fat monk was completely bewildered.

Is this a test of me? The attack was soft and ineffective; he hadn't even exerted himself, merely using a bit of innate true essence, and already the opponent's attack came to nothing.

Are you sure this is a master of the same realm and level as me? The fat monk furrowed his brow, stirred a bit of true power, his inner true essence circulated, and he slammed a golden‑yellow great palm print down onto Chen Shicheng.

At the same time, Chen Shicheng's blade aura was fully condensed, swift as lightning, leaving a twisted afterimage along its path, and it struck before the golden handprint could fall.

One blade, two blades, three blades—countless blade auras, slashing upward one after another, attempting to block the descending hand seal. (End of chapter)