Chapter 118

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

Chu Yang's shadow clone carefully observed the Sword Saint's Sword Twenty-Three, and at the moment of Xiong Ba's death, it vanished.

Standing at the foot of the mountain, Chu Yang suddenly had some extra memories in his mind.

Not long after, a group of panic-stricken martial artists emerged from the World First Tower.

Many were shouting, "Xiong Ba is dead! The people of the World Association are fighting among themselves!"

Once Xiong Ba was dead, all the gang members felt they could sit in the leader's chair, especially the ambitious Twelve Devils of Tianchi.

They were equivalent to Xiong Ba's personal guards; apart from Qin Shuang, Nie Feng, and Bu Jingyun, the Twelve Devils of Tianchi held the greatest power in the World Association.

No one dared to interfere in the internal slaughter of the World Association, and most people, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire, hurriedly fled the World First Tower.

Some World Association members even mingled with the crowd to escape.

For example...

Wen Chou Chou.

This sycophantic villain had only reached where he was today by currying favor with Xiong Ba.

With Xiong Ba dead, his status plummeted, and given his usual arrogance and countless enemies, if he didn't leave now, his fate would be "death."

Wen Chou Chou was congratulating himself on his cleverness in seeing the situation was bad and deciding to slip away first, when suddenly, a powerful hand grabbed his shoulder.

Wen Chou Chou was so startled he shuddered; without even looking at who it was, he pressed his palms together, closed his eyes, and pleaded bitterly, "Great master, spare my life! I'm just a stinking shrimp, I don't have much to do with the World Association, please have mercy!"

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

Hearing a familiar voice, Wen Chou Chou opened his eyes and exclaimed in shock, "Bu Jingyun? You're not dead?"

Bu Jingyun only cared about whether Xiong Ba was dead or alive, staring fixedly at Wen Chou Chou, "Is Xiong Ba dead or not?"

Wen Chou Chou shivered in fear and hurriedly said, "Dead! Dead! Thoroughly dead! Even if an immortal came, they couldn't save him!"

Bu Jingyun let go of Wen Chou Chou's shoulder and stood to the side, looking lost. He had been obsessed with revenge, but now that Xiong Ba was dead, where could he go to avenge Kong Ci? Where was he supposed to vent this burning rage?

Bu Jingyun turned to stare at Chu Yang, "It was you who stopped me from taking revenge; you will pay the price!"

Just as he was about to act, he was firmly blocked by Jian Chen, who whispered in his ear, "This person's martial arts are not below my master's; you can't beat him, don't do anything reckless."

Chu Yang ignored him, instead grabbing the fleeing Wen Chou Chou and saying indifferently, "Explain the plan Xiong Ba had to divide the three brothers clearly to him, so he doesn't act like an idiot."

"Yes, great master."

Wen Chou Chou was submissive; although he didn't know how this person in front of him knew, he still obediently complied, telling Bu Jingyun about the prophecy of the Mud Bodhisattva and the whole story.

After listening, Bu Jingyun's expression was complex, "I misunderstood Senior Brother Qin and Junior Brother Nie..."

"If you don't go up now, Qin Shuang is going to be beaten to death by the Twelve Devils of Tianchi," Chu Yang kindly reminded him.

"I'll settle the score with you next time!"

Bu Jingyun shot a cold glance at Chu Yang.

Oh, really?

You think I'll tolerate your attitude? Chu Yang gave Bu Jingyun a hard kick to the backside, sending him straight to the top of the mountain. Bu Jingyun clutched his rear, spinning in circles on the ground from the pain.

By the time Bu Jingyun wanted to settle the score with Chu Yang again, Chu Yang had already disappeared with the Sword Saint's remains.

He had no choice but to swallow this bitter pill and rush toward the World First Tower; given Qin Shuang's current loyalty to Xiong Ba, he might really fight the Twelve Devils of Tianchi to the death.

After leaving the World Association, Chu Yang headed toward the China Pavilion with the Sword Saint's remains, moving many times faster than when he arrived.

Wuming seemed to have anticipated that Chu Yang would bring the Sword Saint's remains back and had prepared a burial place for him in advance.

The two held a simple funeral for the Sword Saint.

"I observed Xiong Ba's fate; he was not supposed to die like this, which is why I advised the Sword Saint not to take risks. I didn't expect even Xiong Ba to die."

Wuming sighed repeatedly, still unable to figure out where things had gone wrong.

He had calculated everything, but he hadn't calculated that Chu Yang was a variable that didn't belong here.

"Before Senior Sword Saint passed away, he passed Sword Twenty-Three to me, hoping I would find him a successor. I would like to stay at the senior's China Pavilion for a while to discuss the mysteries of Sword Twenty-Three..."

Wuming was also very curious about Sword Twenty-Three, so he readily agreed.

With Wuming's help, Chu Yang would only comprehend Sword Twenty-Three faster.

But Chu Yang had more important things to do. Considering Wuming had not yet comprehended the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, Chu Yang decided to manually help him speed it up.

During his stay at the China Pavilion, Chu Yang discussed Sword Twenty-Three with Wuming while intentionally or unintentionally pointing out the core points of the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin.

"Senior, do you think there are any martial arts in this world that one must abolish their own martial arts to learn?"

"Abolish your own martial arts? Where did you hear that? It doesn't sound like the righteous path."

"It was said by the Daoist who taught me sword intent. When he was young, he suffered a great disaster, and his entire martial foundation was washed away, as if he had become a blank sheet of paper again."

"A blank sheet of paper?"

"Yes, what he learned when he was young was very messy, like a chaotic drawing. After becoming a blank sheet again, he could focus on painting one color."

"Is it that Daoist who passed you the Taiji sword intent?"

Chu Yang nodded. In order to guide Wuming to comprehend the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, he had to use Zhang Sanfeng as a shield.

The effect was quite good.

Chu Yang borrowed Zhang Sanfeng's name to tell Wuming many points about the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin.

It also included some concepts about Taiji and Zhang Sanfeng's many years of martial experience.

After the duel with Chu Yang that day, Wuming already had deep insights, and after Chu Yang's deliberate guidance, his inspiration regarding the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin suddenly exploded.

The next day, Wuming specifically asked Chu Yang to guard him and began a long period of seclusion, ordering that no one should disturb him.

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

Although Xiong Ba was dead, Bu Jingyun would likely still go to the Sword Worship Villa to get the Peerless Good Sword, because he had hidden Kong Ci's remains in the imperial mausoleum.

The imperial mausoleum had a ten-thousand-catty stone that was impervious to blades and spears; to break it open, one needed the Peerless Good Sword.

In the end, it was Bu Jingyun himself who caused all this trouble.

However, Duan Lang had already been killed by Chu Yang, so even if Bu Jingyun went to the Sword Worship Villa, the subsequent plot might not necessarily develop in the original direction.

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

Two months later.

The storm stirred up by the Peerless Good Sword had subsided. Bu Jingyun took the sword and left, his whereabouts unknown, while Jian Chen returned to the China Pavilion as if nothing had happened.

Just as Chu Yang was feeling regretful that he couldn't send Jian Chen on his way, Wuming broke out of seclusion, his sword Qi and sword intent becoming exceptionally pure.

"Many thanks to my young friend for guarding me for so many days, allowing me to luckily master the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin!"

Wuming had mastered the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, and Chu Yang took the opportunity to propose a duel. Wuming agreed readily, seemingly wanting to test the power of the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin.

The two returned to the same forest as before.

Only the spectator, the Sword Saint, was missing.

It was truly sigh-inducing.

As the only spectator present, even though Jian Chen didn't like Chu Yang, he was still very excited.

This was perhaps the highest-level duel in the world of swordsmanship.

And he would be the witness.

Unlike last time, Wuming held the Hero Sword in his hand from the start, while Chu Yang learned the Sword Saint's way of controlling swords with Qi, using sword Qi to face the enemy.

Wuming unleashed the Unnamed Sword Art.

Chu Yang unleashed the Holy Spirit Sword Art.

It was as if the Sword Saint was fighting Wuming across endless time and space.

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

Which was stronger, Sword Twenty-Three or the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin? This was the Sword Saint's lifelong obsession.

Countless sword Qi erupted, destroying everything around them; even Jian Chen, as a spectator, had to avoid the aftermath of the sharp battlefield.

The next second.

Jian Chen stared at the battlefield again, showing a look of longing.

The Unnamed Sword Art's suppression of the Holy Spirit Sword Art didn't seem to work on Chu Yang, and Wuming didn't gain a clear upper hand.

Another moment passed.

Wuming reconsolidated his sword momentum and finally unleashed the supreme mystery passed down by the Sword Sect for years—the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin.

Sharp sword Qi emerged from Wuming's body; his figure turned into a clear breeze, and the sword Qi scattered, sweeping through the surroundings like a storm, dancing all over the sky.

The sword momentum was like a net, a spectacular sight.

Chu Yang stood his ground, Armament Haki covering his entire body, plus the Nine Yang Divine Art protecting him, letting the sword Qi sweep over him.

The sound of metal clashing was incessant.

Chu Yang stood in the rain-like sword Qi, like the legendary Immovable Wisdom King; Wuming's Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin could not harm him in the slightest.

Seeing this, Wuming's expression changed slightly.

"There is actually such a powerful external training technique in the world..."

Wuming still remembered the first time he met Chu Yang; the other party repelled the Hero Sword with a single finger, and the Hero Sword trembled incessantly.

From that moment on, he concluded that Chu Yang was a powerful expert in external training, but he didn't expect him to be so powerful that even the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin couldn't hurt him.

"Senior Wuming, I am attacking."

Seeing Wuming's distracted state, Chu Yang shouted loudly.

Wuming immediately collected his thoughts and condensed his sword Qi; the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin was no longer used for attack, but for defensive protection.

Chu Yang's entire body shone with golden light.

Time and space seemed to freeze!

Chu Yang took a step, as if shrinking the earth into an inch, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of Wuming, stabbing at his vital points with a sword finger.

The Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin automatically protected him, turning sword Qi into layers of solid barriers to protect Wuming.

Fear and shock flashed in Wuming's eyes!

In his view, Sword Twenty-Three had already transcended swordsmanship itself.

It could even be said to be a kind of rule.

"Such world-shaking swordsmanship is indeed stronger than the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin."

Wuming sighed subconsciously, then suddenly realized he could move. When he looked up again, Chu Yang had already withdrawn his move.

"Senior, that is incorrect. Sword Twenty-Three is indeed very strong, but it still has a flaw, which is the user themselves, and the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin just happens to make up for this weakness."

"Hahaha, I know your intentions. I will not hoard the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin; consider it repayment for your repeated kindness."

Wuming felt that if it weren't for Chu Yang's inadvertent guidance, he might not have been able to comprehend the essence of the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin.

Not to mention that today, Chu Yang had also displayed Sword Twenty-Three in detail before his eyes, without hiding anything.

The two began to exchange insights.

The sky darkened and brightened, the sun rose and set several times, and Jian Chen couldn't take it anymore and returned to the China Pavilion first.

Another half day passed.

Chu Yang and Wuming returned to the China Pavilion together. Chu Yang began to seclude himself to practice the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, with Wuming guarding him.

Actually, Chu Yang didn't need anyone to guard him during his seclusion; even if he dispersed his internal energy, his other abilities remained.

Due to his strong physique and vigorous vitality, the damage received when dispersing internal energy was negligible.

During the time Chu Yang was dispersing his energy.

An unfriendly guest came to the China Pavilion.

Po Jun!

Full of murderous intent, Po Jun smashed the lobby to pieces as soon as he entered the China Pavilion, roaring to see Wuming, and casually injuring the manager who came to persuade him.

He blocked the exit and used the lives of the guests as hostages to force Wuming to appear.

Extremely arrogant!

"Our business is our own, why involve others?"

Wuming used sword Qi to clear the exit, then walked to the manager's side and used his energy to heal his wounds.

Po Jun still wanted to provoke him.

Wuming turned his head and stared at him, his eyes like divine swords, sharp and exposed, "If you want to fight, I will accompany you, but do not hurt people here."

Po Jun was stunned for a moment, and the lines he had prepared couldn't be spoken. The Wuming in front of him seemed to have a different temperament than before.

After healing the manager, Wuming didn't even look at Po Jun and walked straight outside the China Pavilion.

The extremely annoyed Po Jun was intimidated by Wuming's aura and didn't dare to attack.

When the two reached the outskirts, Wuming said coldly, "Po Jun, I will only ask you one thing today: was it you who poisoned my beloved wife all those years ago?"

Po Jun laughed loudly, "I was wondering why you seemed like a different person; so you were holding back to take revenge? That's right! It was me who killed her!"

Wuming, who had long been mentally prepared, still felt a sharp tremor in his heart and murmured, "So it is true; in the end, it was I who harmed her..."

Seeing Wuming's grief-stricken expression, Po Jun used his internal energy to shake out the twin swords on his back. Before the swords even landed, he took the initiative to attack Wuming.

Wuming responded calmly, parrying every move.

His current martial arts cultivation was far higher than Po Jun's, so he was very composed in his response.

Po Jun seemed to have anticipated this, and while catching the twin swords, he unleashed the ultimate move he had learned in Dongying, "Kill, Break, Wolf."

For this ultimate skill, he had stayed in Dongying for over a decade.

"Po Jun, the grudge between us started with the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, and it should end with it."

A large amount of sword Qi surged from Wuming's entire body!

He leaped, and the sword Qi flowed like a rain curtain, scattering everywhere!

Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin!

"You learned the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin?! Wuming, you despicable villain, you actually opened my Sword Sect's secret vault privately!"

Po Jun was consumed by rage, and his moves immediately developed flaws, allowing the sky-filling sword Qi to take advantage and strike his vital dantian.

With this strike, Po Jun's dantian was destroyed, and he was completely crippled! "I only had half the key, how could I have obtained the manual for the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin?"

"I comprehended it myself."

Wuming shook his head and sighed.

Remembering his master's kindness back then, he found it difficult to deal a lethal blow to Po Jun.

"You comprehended it yourself..."

"This is impossible! There is no such logic!"

Po Jun looked at Wuming in disbelief; this fact was a bigger blow to him than Wuming stealing the secret technique.

"From now on, live your life as an ordinary person!"

Wuming turned and left, unwilling to look at Po Jun again.

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

The two people standing beside Jian Chen were Jue Xin, the eldest son of Jue Wushen, and Jue Tian, the younger son.

"We must report the fact that Wuming has comprehended the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin to Father immediately!"

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"Having internal energy that is too deep is also a problem; just dispersing it takes a lot of time."

Chu Yang, having mastered the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, walked out of the room and found that there was no one outside.

"Said they would guard me, but now everyone is gone. Guard what?"

Chu Yang walked out with a surprised look, wanting to eat something to fill his stomach, only to find that the China Pavilion had been smashed to pieces, and the managers were bringing people to clean up.

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

"So that means Jue Wushen also came?"

"His Killing Fist is average, but his Indestructible Golden Body is somewhat interesting..."

Starting from the Wood Release in the Naruto world, Chu Yang had a soft spot for skills that could stack armor.

If the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin was used for body protection, it was also a first-class defensive move.

Since he couldn't eat, Chu Yang prepared to go find Jue Wushen to "ask for" the Indestructible Golden Body.

Who would have thought that as soon as he stepped out, he would run into Wuming, who was returning.

As soon as Wuming saw Chu Yang, a smile appeared on his lips, "My young friend's talent is truly astonishing; you've come out of seclusion in less than half a month."

After saying this, Wuming stepped forward and stabbed at Chu Yang with his finger as a sword.

Chu Yang also used his finger as a sword, meeting Wuming's sword edge.

The two sword Qis collided, causing quite a ripple.

Wuming withdrew his sword finger and nodded with satisfaction, "Your Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin is very proficient, no less than mine."

Chu Yang was humble for a moment, then asked, "Senior, was Po Jun here just now?" Wuming nodded, "He spent over a decade in Dongying just to learn a move called 'Kill, Break, Wolf' to defeat me. Just now, I used the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin to destroy his dantian, which can be considered letting him get what he sought."

Chu Yang clicked his tongue in secret. A good "get what he sought"; this Wuming is not bad when he gets ruthless.

"Apart from Po Jun, did you meet anyone else, Senior?"

Chu Yang asked.

"No."

Wuming shook his head decisively.

"'Kill, Break, Wolf' is a secret technique of the Wushen Palace; Po Jun should have had contact with people from the Wushen Palace."

"The Wushen Palace acts despicably; they should be finding ways to deal with you, Senior."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wuming's expression changed.

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

"He was most likely kidnapped by people from the Wushen Palace."

Wuming's tone was anxious, and he hurried outside.

"Senior, please stay calm. If they kidnapped Jian Chen, they must have a request. They will probably come to you soon, so we might as well wait."

Chu Yang stopped Wuming, wanting to wait quietly for Jue Wushen to come.

"That's true."

After Wuming calmed down, he decided to follow Chu Yang's advice.

Many years ago, Jue Wushen had been defeated by him; Wuming wasn't afraid of a defeated opponent.

The two waited at the China Pavilion for the people from the Wushen Palace to arrive.

With Jue Wushen's pride, knowing that Wuming had comprehended the Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, he would definitely come to challenge him.

The other party's goal was to dominate the Central Plains martial arts world.

Defeating Wuming was the best way to quickly accumulate fame.

Two days later.

The China Pavilion received a challenge letter, signed by Jue Wushen, who used Jian Chen's safety as a condition to duel Wuming.

Chu Yang accompanied Wuming to the location.

Arriving at the duel site.

The two saw Jue Wushen, and also saw Jian Chen, who was tied up like a dumpling.

Chu Yang smiled very happily; he and Jian Chen didn't like each other, and he hoped the other would suffer a bit more.

"Wuming, I finally see you again. Do you still remember me?"

Jue Wushen stood with his back to Wuming, in the posture of a lonely expert.

"Just a defeated opponent. It's good you came early; in a few more years, perhaps I really wouldn't remember you."

"Ten years ago you were not my match, today you will not be my match, and in the future, you will be even less so!"

As soon as Wuming opened his mouth, he maxed out the mockery, acting like a completely different person from his usual style.

Chu Yang felt that Wuming also counted his wife's death on Jue Wushen's head; he couldn't bring himself to kill Po Jun, but he could kill Jue Wushen a hundred times over.

The surroundings were full of people from the Wushen Palace; Wuming's words were equivalent to rubbing Jue Wushen's face on the ground.

Jue Wushen, enraged, turned around, shook his arms, and his whole body was shrouded in golden light, activating the Indestructible Golden Body.

Then he raised his hand and unleashed a Killing Fist! The powerful fist energy struck Wuming from a distance; in an instant, sand and stones flew.

Wuming's fingertips tore through the void, his sword Qi shattering Jue Wushen's fist energy, then he pressed forward to engage Jue Wushen in close combat.

Sword Qi constantly slashed at the Indestructible Golden Body, erupting in bursts of golden light.

Wuming's first reaction was that Jue Wushen's Indestructible Golden Body was not as powerful as Chu Yang's external training.

His moves became a bit more composed.

Jue Wushen had long been prepared for a decisive battle with Wuming; his Killing Fist moves were swift, powerful, and heavy, each move striking hard against the peerlessly sharp sword Qi.

After a while, Jue Wushen's offensive slowed down.

He realized that no matter how strong the Killing Fist was, it couldn't break Wuming's protective sword Qi, and instead, his Indestructible Golden Body was reaching its limit.

Just at this moment.

Wuming's sword finger poked heavily at Jue Wushen's Qi Sea; with one strike, he was forced to retreat step by step.

Jue Wushen realized he was going to lose and suddenly pointed at the tied-up Jian Chen.

Wuming stopped his steps and said angrily, "How despicable!"

"The winner is the king, the loser is the bandit; you don't even understand such a simple truth?"

"Hahaha, the Heavenly Sword Wuming is nothing more than this; you are still going to lose to my strategy!"

Jue Wushen looked up and roared, his demeanor extremely rampant.

"Young friend A-Yang, please trouble yourself to hold Jue Wushen for me for a moment; I will go save Chen'er."

Wuming turned to Chu Yang and said.

"Please go, Senior!"

Chu Yang stepped toward Jue Wushen.

"Wuming, you actually let a wet-behind-the-ears kid stop me? Then I will beat him to death right in front of you!"

Jue Wushen stared cruelly at Chu Yang, thinking this threat would put Wuming in a dilemma.

But Wuming didn't care at all and went straight to kill the people from the Wushen Palace.

Jue Wushen panicked a little and turned to stop Wuming.

"People can go, but your Indestructible Golden Body must stay."

Chu Yang's pupils suddenly turned red, the tomoe spinning slowly within them, and with a flash, he arrived in front of Jue Wushen.

"Kid, you're looking for death!"

Jue Wushen raised his Killing Fist, intending to hammer this ignorant kid to death.

Thump!!! The Killing Fist hammered into Chu Yang's chest like a muffled drum. Jue Wushen's pupils shrank, and his entire arm was aching faintly.

"My turn!"

Chu Yang delivered a punch, smashing toward Jue Wushen's face.

Jue Wushen braced his arms to block, and a terrifying force made his whole body shine with golden light.

Jue Wushen was horrified, almost screaming out loud.

Just one punch almost broke his Indestructible Golden Body.

"I've learned it."

Taking advantage of that punch just now, Chu Yang's Sharingan had already recorded all the energy circulation routes of the Indestructible Golden Body.

"What?!"

Jue Wushen was stunned.

"I mean, you can go die now!"

Chu Yang swung his right fist violently, activating the eleventh level of the Dragon Elephant Prajna Art, and the force sufficient to split mountains and crack rocks struck Jue Wushen.

"Bang!!!"

Jue Wushen, who had become the hegemon of Dongying with his Indestructible Golden Body, was beaten into a puddle of meat in front of everyone! Jue Xin: "???"

Jue Tian: "???"

Jian Chen: "???"

Wuming: "..."

Holy crap!

My dad is gone!

Jue Xin and Jue Tian stared blankly at the puddle of meat on the ground, feeling like they were dreaming.

Wuming was also startled; he couldn't have imagined that Jue Wushen would be beaten to death by Chu Yang in two punches.

The Indestructible Golden Body had withstood hundreds of sword Qi strikes.

The strength of Chu Yang's physique once again refreshed Wuming's understanding.

"Master, I will never offend Senior A-Yang again..."

Jian Chen's legs went soft, and his crotch was a bit damp.

Even when he was kidnapped and tortured by Jue Wushen, he had never been this scared.

A living person was actually beaten into fragments? What happened to the Indestructible Golden Body?

You withstood so many sword Qi strikes, can't you even withstand a pair of bare fists?

"Sorry, I've been a bit hot-headed lately."

Chu Yang showed a kind smile to the people of the Wushen Palace.

"Ahhh!!! Don't kill me!"

"Help! Please, spare me!"

"I'm leaving now! Leaving immediately!"

After a burst of ghost-like wailing, the people from the Wushen Palace had basically all run away.

Are you kidding?

Such a badass Jue Wushen was beaten to death, why would they stay here? To be a side dish? Why risk your life for a few hundred bucks a month! The young Jue Tian looked blank, as if he hadn't accepted the facts before his eyes.

On the other hand, his brother Jue Xin was already prepared to slip away with the others.

"Please take your dad away, don't pollute the environment."

Chu Yang kindly reminded them.

Jue Xin's legs trembled, not daring to continue running, and enduring the grief and humiliation, he began to collect his father's remains.

Such a large puddle, he didn't know when he would finish cleaning it up.

Watching his brother wipe his father like wiping a table, Jue Tian vomited, vomiting until he was dizzy.

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

Wuming walked up to him and cut off all the ropes on his body.

"Thank you, Master, I... ugh..."

Jian Chen couldn't hold it in after all and squatted in the corner with Jue Tian, vomiting incessantly.

"Young people, still lacking exercise!"

Chu Yang shook his head helplessly, only to see Wuming also looking pale, his lips twitching.

"With Jue Wushen dead, this Wushen Palace should be as non-existent as the World Association, so there's no need to worry anymore," Chu Yang said to Wuming.

"Dongying has always coveted our Central Plains martial arts world for a long time; this time it was Jue Wushen, next time it might not be who."

Wuming sighed; he had wanted to stay out of worldly affairs, but when things came to a head, he found he couldn't truly stand by and watch.

"Does Senior mean to come out of seclusion?"

Chu Yang was quite surprised; Wuming's thinking had suddenly changed significantly, catching even him off guard.

Could it be that he was influenced by himself?

"It's not exactly coming out of seclusion, just wanting to use the China Pavilion as a base to secretly accumulate strength, to prevent the chaos of demons in the future, and to be prepared for any eventuality."

Wuming replied.

"This is going to be a direct confrontation with Di Shitian."

Chu Yang showed a playful expression, feeling that things had suddenly become fun.

Huh? My thoughts seem to be about the same as Di Shitian's...

Why am I becoming more and more like a villain? Chu Yang quickly dismissed the strange thoughts in his mind.

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

The first person Wuming recruited was actually Chu Yang.

What does that mean? The Fengyun version of the Avengers? Chu Yang nodded and said, "Anyway, I have nowhere to go, so I can stay here and mooch off your food."

Wuming showed a relieved smile, "Plenty of food, plenty of wine."

Hearing the two's conversation, Jian Chen's face turned ashen; he really didn't want to deal with Chu Yang anymore.

His heart had already been left with a very serious shadow.

"Brother Jian Chen, your expression looks like you don't welcome me very much?"

Chu Yang suddenly leaned in front of Jian Chen, looking at him with a smile.

"Senior A-Yang, how could that be? Jian Chen respects you very much, I can't even welcome you enough."

Jian Chen's face was full of sincerity.

One Punch Man world.

The great prophet Shibabawa, who could always predict disasters with 100% accuracy, has passed away! Before dying, Shibabawa left a note saying "The Earth is in trouble."

Therefore, the Hero Association headquarters called an emergency meeting, requiring all S-class heroes to be present.

Saitama and Genos, who were at the Bang Bang dojo, were also temporarily drafted.

Genos was fine, he was an S-class hero to begin with, but Saitama was still a C-class hero because he didn't get the credit for the Deep Sea King.

Standing among a group of S-class heroes, a C-class hero was quite an eyesore.

The atmosphere was quite dull, and everyone looked at Saitama with disdain.

Until...

Sonic, who was also a C-class hero, arrived.

Saitama suddenly didn't seem so awkward, and he even waved and greeted Sonic in a friendly manner.

Sonic ignored him and retreated to the side in a very respectful posture.

Chu Yang walked slowly into the conference room.

The atmosphere changed from dull to tense! Especially Tatsumaki; the moment she saw Chu Yang, her heart skipped a beat, and then she pretended to be nonchalant.

Other S-class heroes knew the result of the battle between Tatsumaki and Chu Yang.

Most people had expressions of watching a show on their faces.

Atomic Samurai, on the other hand, was very unhappy; his three disciples had suffered a great loss at Sonic's hands.

Wasn't this a disguised way of saying Chu Yang taught better than him?

Flashy Flash's gaze stayed on Sonic, his expression complex; it was only through the last Deep Sea King incident that he learned Sonic had also joined the Hero Association.

Regarding Chu Yang, the Hero Association maintained a cautious attitude; if this crisis didn't concern the entire Earth, they wouldn't have contacted Chu Yang.

After all, the two sides had had a very unpleasant time before.

Chu Yang sat down carelessly next to Saitama, and Saitama suddenly moved to the side silently.

Chu Yang joked with a smile, "Are you afraid of me?"

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

Chu Yang continued, "Aren't you very interested in ninjutsu? Next time you come to the House of Evolution, I can teach you!"

Saitama immediately became interested and said with an expectant expression, "Are you serious?"

Chu Yang nodded, "Of course!"

It was a good thing that Saitama could come to the House of Evolution often; at least he didn't have to worry about lacking bloodline factors.

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

The director hosting the meeting kept coughing, but couldn't interrupt Chu Yang and Saitama's chat, so he had to helplessly start the meeting.

There wasn't much core content, and it was finished in a few sentences. Some of the S-class heroes present took it very seriously, while others didn't take it to heart.

The two different positions made everyone argue endlessly.

"It's just a crisis that might happen within half a year, is it necessary to gather everyone now..."

Before Child Emperor finished speaking, the entire building shook violently.

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

The heroes were just about to take action.

The Sky King was suddenly split in two, and its corpse fell from the sky.

Everyone looked up, and a huge interstellar warship appeared above City A!

(End of chapter)