Chapter 757: Because of the Fist

Not big enough, not hard enough.

Jiang Chen's offhand remark yielded some information from Antares.

Divine King level should be a being stronger than the True God level.

After the Super God level comes the True God level; then would the level after True God be Divine King level?

Between these two, might there be a special rank existing?

I don't know; Antares has already shut up, not saying another word.

Jiang Chen didn't ask either; that's just how mysterious this guy is.

Actually, in his view, there's nothing that can't be said.

Even if we know, so what? Could it still affect us?

My heart has long been forged a thousand times; how could it still be struck?

"I just don't know what tier those invincible strongmen are."

"What tier is Antares?"

Invincible strongmen is a title, not a specific cultivation tier.

What exactly qualifies as an invincible strongman, Jiang Chen still doesn't even know.

"In the future, I'll definitely find out!"

Jiang Chen left the Long Huang Palace and drifted slowly through the Dragon Clan World.

It was still his first time, carefully admiring the Dragon Race's realm.

The Long Huang Palace and Huang Cheng lie at the center of the Dragon Clan World, belonging to the best‑environment region.

Elements on the outer perimeter are scattered across the lands, with massive flows converging toward the center, eventually achieving balance.

This area contains all kinds of elements; it feels much like the Human World.

By contrast, the outer zones where elements dominate alone are like barren mountains and foul waters.

Fragmented worlds are like that; the environment is far harsher, not a complete world, with missing laws, allowing all sorts of situations to arise.

When my own world devours both the Dragon Race and Abyss fragment worlds, I don't know what environmental changes will occur.

But one can imagine that after devouring the two fragment worlds, my world would become stronger and more perfected.

Now that the tasks are done, Jiang Chen begins to replenish the Undead Legion.

Rising from level 83 to 85, the Undead Legion's total grew from 310,000 to 350,000.

The 50,000 shortfall required Jiang Chen to summon reinforcements. When his whole body radiated White Light, after more than a day of waiting, the upgrade was finally completed.

A rough calculation shows at least another close to a million Dragon Race members were hunted to death.

Jiang Chen finally stopped.

"The rest, let others handle. The blood debt shouldn't be repaid by me alone. It's a debt of the All-Human Race, and the All-Human Race should repay it!"

Jiang Chen has his own plans; his resolve remains firm, unmoved by external matters.

Now the Dragon Race has been utterly crushed; the Dragon King level is completely gone, all dead.

Although a few million Dragon Race survivors remain, there are even more Human Professionals.

Moreover, the Human Race has Divine-level Strongmen; under their leadership, the Dragon Race can be eradicated without much cost.

Jiang Chen didn't return to Antares' place; instead he went back to the Human World, to the White God Small Courtyard.

Lately, I've either been passing the time in slaughter or in moving skill star cores.

Jiang Chen also felt a hint of fatigue.

That fatigue stems from deep within his spirit; he too needs to relax.

During great battles, one can fight to the death day and night without retreat.

But when resting, Jiang Chen also hopes to rest properly.

The scent of the White God Small Courtyard remains unchanged.

Tea fragrance drifts in the air; Jiang Chen inhales the familiar scent, feeling the fatigue in his spirit largely dissipate.

"Teacher, I'm back."

As usual, Jiang Chen walked into the White God Small Courtyard.

Just as always, Li Xueru and Bai Yiyuan were sipping tea.

Yan Kuangsheng is not here.

"Lu Qingyu is back," Bai Yiyuan said loudly, clearly delighted.

Li Xueru gave Jiang Chen a slight nod; as long as Jiang Chen returns safely, that's enough, no need to ask anything else.

Jiang Chen went to refill the two cups with tea, then asked, "Where is Teacher Yan?"

Bai Yiyuan said, "The madman went back to Bloody Land, claiming he wants to use the Bloodthirsty Python for a surgery."

Li Xueru laughed, "Don't listen to Old White Beard; Old Yan has some new insights and wants to test them."

Yan Kuangsheng lives in Bloody Land every day, his soul undergoing a blood‑soaked baptism, where he perceives killing intent.

Among the three, Yan Kuangsheng was the first to comprehend the law and, without relying on a Soul‑Melding Array, ascended to level 96.

It's not that Yan Kuangsheng's talent is exceptional; actually Li Xueru's talent surpasses his.

Everything is because Yan Kuangsheng is sufficiently relentless and diligent.

Li Xueru said to Jiang Chen, "We know everything you did in the Dragon Race and Abyss."

Jiang Chen smiled, "These are all things I ought to do."

"You carry too much alone," Li Xueru seemed somewhat pained.

For some reason, a hint of world‑worn weariness appears on Jiang Chen's young face.

Such a sense of aging shouldn't show at Jiang Chen's age. He's still very young, just over twenty, yet his experiences far surpass those of ordinary people by countless multiples. Many people's lifetimes, even across several generations, might never match Jiang Chen's richness.

Not to mention what Jiang Chen has done for the entire Human Race.

Jiang Chen's eyes carried fatigue; Li Xueru could see it and understand.

Li Xueru let out a light sigh, "Rest, rest. Whatever it is, we'll handle it."

Bai Yiyuan also said, "Exactly, why push so hard?"

Jiang Chen smiled faintly and said nothing.

He activated the Demon-Slaying Tower, and a massive amount of supplies flew out of the Demon-Slaying Tower, landing on the open ground.

The supplies piled up like a Mountain, covering a vast forest area. There was equipment, materials—everything.

Li Xueru's eyebrows twitched twice, and Bai Yiyuan shouted exaggeratedly, "Did you just rob the Dragon Race's treasure vault?"

They could tell that many of the materials here belonged to the Dragon Race and still carried its aura.

Jiang Chen said, "These materials come from the Dragon Race Huang Cheng Warehouse, and some also from inside Long Huang Palace."

Li Xueru's eyebrows twitched even more fiercely, "You went to Long Huang Palace?"

Jiang Chen nodded and recounted the whole sequence of events.

At that moment, both were stunned.

They hadn't expected Jiang Chen to slaughter the Huang Cheng, forcing even Long Huang into Deep Space.

Jiang Chen said, "Now that there is no Dragon King among the Dragon Race, I think the Human Race can march into the Dragon Race and occupy their world."

Bai Yiyuan didn't hesitate, slapping the table, "Fine, I'll go gather the troops right now."

Li Xueru didn't object either; indeed, it was time for a desperate move.

Strike while he's ill, take his life. Everyone understands that principle.

As for the Abyss Demon, because of Lilian, it won't come to stop the Human Race, so we can rest assured.

Jiang Chen said, "From now on, leave the rest to the teacher."

Li Xueru whispered, "Take a good rest; we'll handle the remaining matters."

Then he sighed, "I never expected the once‑dominant Dragon Race to end in this way."

Bai Yiyuan said, "That's normal; it shows that the fist is the hard truth. As long as the fist is big enough, those Dragon Race bastards are nothing."

"Now Xiao Yu's fist is big enough; the Dragon Race can only obediently meet their end."

Li Xueru asked, "Xiao Yu, do you think we should keep the prisoners?"

Jiang Chen replied resolutely, "No, we won't keep them!"

Jiang Chen, resolute as iron, shouted, "No mercy!"