Chapter 725

"Good! You are worthy of my serious attention once more..."

The fist halted before his face, the fist wind lifting several strands of hair from the hero's ascended forehead, the thick clouds around completely shattered by the fist wind.

Leaving a vast expanse of clear sky for ten thousand li.

Tang Luo looked at the hero, slowly retracting his fist, gesturing "Be serious, or it's no fun."

"Good." The hero grunted, his half-ruined body rapidly recovering, not only that, a set of armor appeared on his body, the hero's sword in his hand becoming ancient and simple, a long spear appearing on his back.

Interestingly, the expression on the hero's face changed, becoming wooden.

Completely different from his previous demeanor, the wooden face revealed a chilling intent, instantly transforming into a battle-hardened veteran who had crawled out of a pile of corpses after experiencing a hundred battles.

Without any nonsense, the hero raised his hand and thrust a sword toward Tang Luo's head.

The movement was clean and decisive, with no superfluous motion.

Only strength and speed remained, the true "swordsmanship" forged in actual battlefield slaughter.

Tang Luo tilted his head, allowing the sword blade to brush past his cheek.

At the moment the thrust missed, the hero's forward thrust paused, instantly changing from a thrust to a chop.

Tang Luo extended his finger, lightly tapping the sword blade.

The hero's sword emitted a sword hum, trembling wildly, the hero immediately gripping the sword with both hands, pulling it back to stabilize.

It could be seen that obvious cracks had already appeared on the sword blade, densely packed like a spiderweb.

The hero immediately sheathed his sword, taking down the long spear from his back.

The long spear swept horizontally, transforming into a black light, howling as it came, the sharp tip aimed at Tang Luo's neck.

Tang Luo reached out and grasped, the Xuan Bian forming in his hand into a long spear, not dodging or avoiding, he thrust the spear toward the hero.

Cold light flashed, blood light suddenly appeared!

The hero's sword, timely raised in front of his body, shattered inch by inch under this spear, turning into flying fragments.

The spear tip pierced the hero's body, leaving a bowl-sized wound.

Meanwhile, the long spear was seized by Tang Luo's other hand, firmly blocking it, unable to advance even an inch.

Exchanging injury for injury was merely a beautiful fantasy existing only in the mind.

The hero grabbed the Xuan Bian spear with one hand, painfully pulling it out, or rather, pulling himself free from the spear.

After disengaging, the wound on his chest did not immediately heal, his face still showed no expression, only a slight furrow of the brows could be seen.

Ignoring his injuries, the hero abandoned the long spear and threw a punch toward Tang Luo's face.

Tang Luo crushed the long spear, the Xuan Bian spear swept to the side.

The spear shaft struck the hero's waist, nearly splitting him in two.

The broken body tilted and flew toward the ground, accompanied by a booming sound, creating a huge pit, smoke and dust rising.

Before the smoke and dust could settle, a figure shot out, rushing straight toward Tang Luo in the sky.

The wounded hero's injuries had fully recovered on his body, and he now held a spear and a sword in his hands.

He waved both hands, creating a sky-full of afterimages, attacking Tang Luo.

Tang Luo gripped the spear, executing the Thousand Hands Cannot Block, a downward thrust, the spear tip pointing out brilliant stars.

Weapon and stars collided.

They shattered with a loud boom.

In that instant, the spear and sword in the hero's hands shattered into pieces, his body becoming covered in a thousand wounds, like a broken rag doll falling down.

He fell back into the smoke and dust.

Tang Luo hovered in the sky without pursuing.

A horse's neigh rang out, the sound of hooves echoing.

A tall cavalryman charged out of the smoke and dust, leaving an afterimage, arriving before Tang Luo in an instant, his long spear exchanged for a long lance, which could be said to have stopped directly before Tang Luo's forehead.

The hero rode a black, tall warhorse, raising his lance to thrust downward.

The reason the lance stopped was naturally not due to the hero holding back, but because Tang Luo extended two fingers, pinching the lance tip, making it unable to advance even an inch.

"Hiss—"

The horse neighed, treading on empty air, its front hooves raised high.

For the first time, the hero's face showed a ferocious expression, both hands gripping the lance.

He exerted all his strength, including the horse's weight pressing down.

Tang Luo backhanded a grab, swinging it downward.

The hero, along with the black-armored horse, was flung to a distant mountain peak, shattering the peak.

The entire mountain collapsed, no heaven collapsing, but earth splitting.

"10%?" Tang Luo said.

"It is to express my regard for you. Single combat is not my forte." The hero's voice came out.

The boulders on the ground were pushed aside, the wounded body gradually recovering.

"Then use what you're good at, or it's too boring." Tang Luo said.

"Heh."

The hero gave a light chuckle, took a step forward, and suddenly five heroes appeared, gripping swords, holding spears, riding horses, and even holding bows and crossbows.

All attacking Tang Luo together.

Compared to just now, there was no enhancement, but the coordination between each hero had reached the limit of perfection, instantly boosting their combat power.

If it truly were 10%, then now would be the full strength of this once-emperor transcendent.

Obviously, this is impossible.

Tang Luo held the spear horizontally, sweeping, the five heroes all flying backward.

No matter how exquisite the coordination, before absolute power, it is not worth mentioning.

All flashy and flowery — one spear sweep and I'll mow you all down.

The heroes and warhorses that flew out shattered in midair; then, more heroes appeared, wearing the same armor, their number suddenly increasing to thirty.

Among these thirty, half held heavy crossbows, firing simultaneously at Tang Luo in midair.

Crossbow bolts tore through the air, howling as they came.

Tang Luo turned his spear into an umbrella, easily blocking all the arrows.

"Let Us see how long you can hold out."

As the Transcendent's words fell, the entire space suddenly began to tremble.

The earth, the sky, between heaven and earth — all were trembling.

The heroes before him completely vanished.

At the far end of the horizon, black traces surged and churned, rushing in like a tide.

That was not water, but armored horses and iron cavalry!

It was a black army bringing death; the sky seemed dyed a layer of ink-black, a grim murderous intent pressing in unceasingly.

Warhorses, chariots, cavalry, archers, finally infantry.

Compared to the mere dozens just now, numbers had exploded — already over ten thousand, dark clouds pressing on the city, the city about to crumble!

Battlefield killing formation!

Tang Luo withdrew Xuan Bian, facing this army charging in, raised his hand, and lightly clapped.

Glazed Nirvana Great Hand Seal!

A giant palm descended from the heavens, falling into the army formation.

Like swatting away a swarm of ants.

The originally formed terrifying army formation instantly collapsed; over ten thousand soldiers "disintegrated," not a single one remaining.

The Great Hand Seal, with the force of crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood, routed this army, annihilated it!

"A motley mob." Tang Luo spoke.

A motley mob?

Naturally they did not count as one — this army that suddenly appeared was absolutely not weak, enough to sweep through quite a few mission worlds.

However, they ran into Tang Luo.

To Tang Luo, their combat power was merely at the level of "a motley mob," "a ragtag bunch."

"Seems these raw recruits really aren't up to much." the Transcendent said, "What a pity, what a pity."

"Pity what?" Tang Luo asked.

"What a pity — Us currently has no more energy to continue entangling with you." the Transcendent said, "Xuan Zang, Us remembers you. Us very much looks forward to the day We meet again in the future."

"Hm?" Tang Luo said, "You're running already?"

"No, Us would never run — merely letting you all leave." the Transcendent smiled.

"Hey! The fight's not over yet!"

Tang Luo said, a beam of light fell, and he abruptly vanished.

"Phew... almost lost face, close call, close call — managed to keep up the imperial bearing at the end; haven't been emperor for many years, not too good at the act anymore."

A device resembling some kind of future game pod opened, and a tall, quite portly man grumbled as he got up, climbing out with a slightly clumsy look.

One could see he wore a white tank top, big boxer shorts, and flip-flops — not a shred of imperial aura.

Aside from his age, he very much had the bearing of a retired grandpa.

And the place he was in was a spacious, magnificent, bright large room.

Glass cabinets surrounded three sides; inside the cabinets, all were exquisitely crafted figures — from humanoids to mecha to beasts to non-humans, all kinds of messy varieties, everything one could want.

Already far beyond the value of simply swapping a house.

The man scratched his butt, dragging his flip-flops, opened the room door, and walked out muttering: "No more grinding, no more grinding..."

"Your Majesty."

Outside the room was a vast platform.

Another tall man stood on the platform, gazing up at the sky; hearing the sound behind him, he immediately turned and saluted.

This man was tall and martial, sporting a full beard, exuding from head to toe an aura called "muscleman."

Just for some reason, he had an apron on — and a pink one at that.

Good thing he still wore a normal short-sleeve shirt and pants under the apron; otherwise it could make many people gouge out their own eyes on the spot.

"No more saluting — however many years it's been, you're not tired but I am."

The tank-top emperor waved his hand unconcerned, "You might not believe it, but I ran into a very strong Walker."

"Oh?" the martial apron man was a bit puzzled.

"Julu Commandery." the tank-top emperor smiled, "Pretty interesting, right?"

"Could there be some petty villain causing trouble?" the martial apron man's aura shifted — armored horses and iron cavalry, battlefield killing intent surging forth.

Julu Commandery is one of the Eighteen Commanderies; as a world almost completely controlled, it is His Majesty's place for leisure and relaxation, a typical back garden.

Fine, all Eighteen Commanderies are like that.

Such a world would not produce Walkers with unfinished missions.

"No, I'm leaning toward it being a coincidence. Even if it weren't my back garden, an ownerless world — we'd almost never have any contact with Walkers." the tank-top emperor said, "The point isn't that, but that Walker is very strong."

"How strong?"

"Ten thousand fresh troops, wiped out in one strike!"

Hearing this, the martial apron man's eyes narrowed.

"He doesn't feel like an ordinary person, and he said he's a monk." The Vest Emperor smacked his lips.

"Those bald donkeys' people?"

"Don't know, might be due to his fate. But then again, it doesn't seem like it. This person... I can't see through him." The Vest Emperor shook his head. "Forget it. We'll meet again someday anyway. A person like that is bound to become a Transcendent."

"Maybe by then We can gain another tiger general, give you a sense of crisis, so you don't spend all day tinkering with your lousy dishes."

"If you're not going to be a general, what's the point of being a cook? Isn't a soldier who doesn't want to be a general not a good cook?"

The Vest Emperor laughed at the other's fifty steps with his hundred steps, righteous and confident.

"Your Majesty, want to eat?" The Martial Apron Man naturally wouldn't retort, and instead of saying "You play with things and lose ambition while distracted playing 'games' every day and still have the nerve to criticize me?", he simply said one line.

"Serve it up!"

The Vest Emperor waved a hand, instantly exuding an aura that swallowed ten thousand miles like a tiger.

If the view pulls back, one can see the place they are in is a majestic city, vast as a continent.

At the very center is a cluster of magnificent palaces.

The center of the palaces is where the two are.

Outside the city is a ring; at a glance, it looks like a planetary ring.

Look closely, and you'll find it's an annular city wall encircling the city.

The wall slowly rotates, faintly emitting a hazy light screen that completely envelops the continent-sized giant city.

The entire city floats in the void.

Roads also extend from the city into the chaotic void, connecting to other worlds.

On the other side, the real world.

"Master?"

"We've been sent back!"

"Can it even work like this? What about the mission!"

The voices of Zhu Bajie and Ao Yulie came; like Tang Luo, they had been sent back to the real world at the same time.

"... After all, it's someone else's back garden." Tang Luo's tone was quite displeased.

We hadn't even started warming up, yet the other party, relying on home-field advantage, fled on the spot.

No, they fled by sending Tang Luo and the others back.

What about the promised surrender or death?

Are you worthy of the bullshit you bragged?

"Fortunately the mission doesn't count as a failure." Ao Yulie said. This mission didn't count as a failure, nor as a success.

It counts as a relatively rare peaceful passage; it won't occupy a failure count.

As for rewards and such, Tang Luo and the others didn't care.

In comparison, the information gained from this special experience was far more important than rewards.

"Master, what exactly happened on your end?" Zhu Bajie asked.

He was ambushed by Isaac, fell into the Black Forest, and happened to run into Ao Yulie and Xiaotian Dog.

Seeing Tang Luo make a move, they didn't follow to join the excitement, avoiding becoming "battle losses."

They weren't too clear on what happened afterward.

"It's like this..." Tang Luo recounted the whole story exactly as it happened.

"Transcendents?"

"Looks like 'clearing' the God-Demon Game is just the beginning?" Ao Yulie stroked his chin. "Hah, max level is just the start."

The game truly begins after max level; it's a basic operation of some online games.

After mission after mission, one can open new doors and enter a brand-new world.

For God-Demon Walkers, it's good news.

At least no need to worry about endless missions; the future has hope and light.

Unlike Cain Sete, the future he brought was "panic."

And these two Transcendents, regardless of whether they're strong or weak, at least it's certain they live quite carefree.

One "plays games," the other jumps up and down causing trouble for his self-perceived arch-enemy.

Compared to God-Demon Walkers who must undertake a dangerous mission every so often, they're simply worlds apart.

Telling this news to other God-Demon Walkers is enough to achieve a "stabilize morale" effect.

Our future has hope!

"Master, time really has started flowing again." Ao Yulie looked at the electronic clock on the wall.

This electronic clock is very "comprehensive"; not only does it have the time, but also the date, lunar calendar, solar terms display, and hourly chimes.

This is a relic left by the Dragon King, that old-school person.

The time on the electronic clock showed that a full two months had passed since Tang Luo and the others left.

Very close to the time change Kongming spoke of.

The three opened the door and walked out; the crew, regarding these "ability-user captains" appearing and disappearing mysteriously, expressed calm.

"Is Kongming still here?" Tang Luo found the chief mate serving as captain on the ship and asked.

"Mr. Kong left one and a half months ago." The chief mate said.

"Mm." Tang Luo nodded.

Half an hour later, after fully charging his phone, Tang Luo dialed Kongming's number.

"Old Kong, I have some good news to tell you." After the call connected, Tang Luo said.

Kongming's voice carried a heaviness: "The contract has failed, Senior Jiang might be in trouble!"

You finally brought some good news, but this time, I have bad news here.