Chapter 1125

"I suppose all of you know my name to some extent—I am Lu Gang, an ordinary human among humans."

Lu Gang's voice echoed through the crowd, yet every warrior listening found his words far too humble.

"Senior, you're far too modest. If you're just an ordinary human, then who counts as extraordinary?"

"Yes, Senior, you're our human war god, our great hero—you've slain countless ferocious beasts, you're our divine protector!"

"Senior, we've admired you for a long time."

Many warriors spoke up, all agreeing that Senior Lu Gang was far too humble.

A being of war god rank calls himself ordinary—then what are we, who aren't even war gods, who aren't even war generals?

Are we trash?

We're not trash—we've become warriors, hold high status, and are protectors of humanity.

"My friends, I say I'm ordinary because today I met an extremely powerful senior—a Dao Gate master who rescued me from the rat tide. Without this senior, I'd be dead today, unable to meet you all—you'd only have been preparing to mourn me."

Lu Gang's voice rang out again, rolling and echoing into every ear, shaking every heart.

All felt the power of this war god Lu Gang—his single strength surpassed every warrior present—yet such a being called the young Daoist beside him "senior"? Could this be real?

"Did Senior Lu Gang really meet a Dao Gate master? Did that Dao Gate master really save him? Is he joking?"

"Senior Lu Gang wouldn't joke—he's a war god-level being, fully aware of what he says, especially now, when his words will spread across the entire world. If true, this would shake the world. A being of war god rank wouldn't make such irresponsible statements in public."

"So… Senior Lu Gang is telling the truth? This Daoist senior really saved him from the rat tide?"

"The rat tide today was indeed fierce—if Senior Lu Gang had truly been caught in the city center by those countless rat beasts, he might truly have perished!"

"A Dao Gate senior—finally, a Dao Gate master has appeared? In this Great Nirvana era, I've waited so long without seeing one—now a master has come, but what can he do?"

Many warriors whispered among themselves, their gazes turning to Fang Yu—the Daoist whom even Senior Lu Gang called "senior."

As they looked, they saw this Daoist senior was young, yet radiated a mysterious aura—hard to describe in a single word, as if a fusion of all noble terms: elegance, handsomeness, legend, myth, profundity, antiquity, grandeur, dominance, mastery over boundless power—the very embodiment of cosmic might.

"Could we perhaps ask this Daoist senior a few questions?"

Many warriors felt stunned; after a moment of hushed murmuring, one warrior spoke up, sensing this Dao Gate master was truly a supreme expert.

"Oh? What do you wish to ask?"

Fang Yu's gaze turned to that warrior.

He was a middle-aged man, around forty, with a prominent scar across his forehead—fierce and grotesque in appearance, yet Fang Yu could tell it was left from a battle against a monstrous beast.

"I wish to ask Senior: Can our human race ultimately win the war against the monsters? Even Senior Lu Gang said he might have perished during the rat tide—how exactly did you rescue him?"

The middle-aged man asked, and his question drew keen interest from many warriors.

If he could rescue a war god, what level had he reached himself?

Boom!

Crack!

As the middle-aged warrior finished speaking, thunder roared from the nearby void, and a bolt of lightning suddenly split from the heavens.

"Boom-crack!"

One after another, lightning bolts descended with the might of heaven and earth—sometimes two bolts merged mid-air into a single bolt, each radiating infinite heavenly wrath, making every warrior present tremble with dread.

No one dared to block such lightning—if touched, they'd instantly be reduced to ash.

Fang Yu also gazed at the distant lightning, reached out, and seized the thunderous bolt from the sky—this lightning, pulsing with infinite heavenly power, was truly caught in his palm. Instantly, everyone felt the surrounding void crackle with electricity, every skin surface prickling with static.

A single spark from it could erase a large swath of warriors into nothingness.

Even Lu Gang involuntarily stepped back, his face filled with shock.

He hadn't sensed how the senior had acted before—but now, catching lightning bare-handed? That was terrifying—he couldn't even chase such lightning, let alone catch it.

Yet now, this Daoist senior had actually caught it.

"Our human race will certainly win in the end—this is unquestionable. As for how I rescued Lu Gang—"

Fang Yu looked at the crowd and smiled. "To be honest, I really am a Dao Gate master."

As he spoke, Fang Yu reached out again and seized the distant thunder in his hand.

Infinite voltage surged over his body, yet his expression remained calm.

"This…"