Chapter 253: Screw Your Nine Generations!

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Accompanied by a dull echoing sound, F Superman's arm grabbed the head of the Third-Stage cultivator.

With techniques like a street brawl, he was now constantly beating him with bricks, whips, and folding chairs.

Every swing produced a dull thud against the Third-Stage cultivator's body.

Ordinary weapons plus stats, where brute force and flying bricks directly broke over a dozen of the opponent's bones, beating him until he was smoking.

"No, who exactly is this?"

The hidden forces watching the short-haired youth beat the Third-Stage cultivator felt the other's appearance was too counter-intuitive.

Theoretically, martial artists shed their mortal bodies after practicing martial arts, but this guy's skin was as rough as a commoner's.

Moreover, anyone capable of pinning down and beating a Third-Stage cultivator must be at least of the same realm.

But if one can cultivate to the Third-Stage, how could I not know this guy's identity?

Where exactly did this Third-Stage cultivator pop up from?

And at this moment, F Superman's mind wasn't thinking that much; he only hoped to beat this dog thing that despised superpowered beings to death alive.

"Better not kill him just yet."

Fang Can couldn't stand it and spoke out: "Don't forget he still has family."

Hearing this, F Superman's arm paused, thought for a moment, then nodded: "True, this lawless lowlife surely has original sin blood flowing through his entire clan; might as well beat the whole family to death."

Thinking this, F Superman directly lifted that Third-Stage cultivator's head by the ear and roared:

"Did you hear clearly? Speak fast, what is your name, where do you live, how is your nine generations distributed? Now, noble superpowered beings are not only going to screw you to death, but also screw your whole family to death."

Speaking the last part, he slapped twice with a "slap-slap" sound: "Still not saying thank you to superpowered my lord for screwing your whole family?"

'This speech is way too rough; where exactly did this Third-Stage cultivator come from?'

The people in the dark silently sweated coldly; how could this Third-Stage cultivator be in such a wretched state? So uncultured.

Nearby, Ji Donglai and other superpowered beings watched F Superman's behavior indifferently; their lack of intervention clearly showed they all tacitly approved.

A mere Third-Stage lowlife isn't worth a superpowered being's single strand; beating him is giving him face.

"My lord, who are they?" Ye Yonglie couldn't help but ask.

"My... family, I suppose." Fang Can said hesitantly.

"Haji Can, this is wrong of you; what do you mean 'family, I suppose'? It is clearly family."

Li Huowang, dissatisfied, walked forward, placed his hand on Fang Can's shoulder, then looked at Ye Yonglie and others, saying: "Oi, you guys are Fang Can's whatever believers, right?"

"Uh... yes, my lord." Ye Yonglie and others nodded subconsciously; isn't a god's family the Heavenly Brother?

"Yoshi, although you are mortals, you actually admire the king's rule; work hard in the future, believing in superpowered beings has a bright future ahead."

Li Huowang gave a thumbs-up and nodded repeatedly, then kicked the Third-Stage cultivator's crotch, which had already turned to meat paste: "Speak fast, where is your whole family?"

"Answer me!"

"Look in my eyes!"

"Tell me why? Why baby why?"

Speaking the latter part, Li Huowang lifted his foot and kicked twice more.

But that Third-Stage cultivator was now beaten to the point of having breath going out but none coming in; his entire forehead had collapsed inward; how could he reply?

But what shocked the Third-Stage cultivator most was that he discovered his inheritance could not be used at this moment, as if restricted by some power.

He couldn't feel even a trace of heart-image, could only use pure physical strength, and was completely unable to resist F Superman's beating.

Just as the superpowered beings were coldly torturing that Third-Stage cultivator, a cough suddenly came from afar: "Young hero Fang, where one can spare someone, spare them; give this old man some face, let this matter pass."

"Who the hell are you?" F Superman turned his head, looking at the speaking guy with an unpleasant expression: "Let me give you face? Are you a superpowered being too?"

Let alone ordinary people without superpowers; even superpowered beings, if they dare provoke him, would have their nine generations screwed regardless.

"Cough, cough, I am Qu Xiu Yong, the current Prime Minister of Dayan." The old man coughed awkwardly twice, then introduced himself.

But immediately, the old man's face changed, his head subconsciously tilted to the side as a stream of liquid grazed his skull.

"Heh, ptooey!"

F Superman spat out saliva, directly exploding all buildings within a hundred meters in front of him.

Wiping his mouth with that Third-Stage cultivator's sleeve, he said disdainfully: "What the hell Prime Minister or not; you damn mortal too, screw your old mother!"

"Vulgar, truly vulgar." Qu Xiu Yong trembled slightly all over in anger.

F Superman merely snorted: "A mere mortal should recognize his position and obediently be a dog."

"Not only must you be a dog, the entire martial world must submit beneath the feet of superpowered beings."

While speaking, F Superman snorted coldly at the countless forces secretly peeping around: "How long do you hiding dogs intend to watch? If you don't act, all of you go die."

"Enough; at this point, must we start conflict again?"

A cold voice came from afar; a long-haired man was seen striding forward.

The long-haired man clasped his hands behind his back and said coldly: "My master, the Sect Master of the Upside-Down Gate, has issued an edict: in three days, Fourth-Stage cultivators from all nations will gather at Guiyun Peak to discuss the distribution of Fang Can; quickly capture this youth."

Under the man's words, everyone understood the opinion of the first Fourth-Stage cultivator within Dayan to openly express an attitude.

The Sida Sect holds more authority within Dayan than the imperial power.

Now that the Sect Master of the Upside-Down Gate has said to divide Fang Can among the nations, this represents that the Si Sect within Dayan has already reached an agreement with other countries.

At this moment, a considerable portion of the various forces that were originally hiding and motionless could no longer hold back, jumping out together to say: "We strictly obey the Fourth-Stage's decree."

"What dog thing? Third-Stage is a dog, Fourth-Stage is also a dog; what arrogance are you putting on here?"

F Superman sneered, causing the others present to change color greatly: "Audacious! How dare you disrespect a Fourth-Stage my lord."

"Hey, woman, buff me up quickly." F Superman looked at the Deity in the distance: "It's too hard to kill when fighting."

The woman nodded lightly, raised her hand to bestow an amplification ability on F Superman, instantly doubling the opponent's superpowers tenfold.

"This is how beating dogs feels so good." F Superman lightly clenched his fist, sneering as he felt the swelling power within his body.

His normal strength already exceeded the third-transformation limit by more than tenfold.

Now, with this additional boost, those below the fourth-transformation level could be slaughtered like dogs.

But then, his expression suddenly turned utterly grim.

Under his horrified face, he felt his power draining endlessly, vanishing by half in an instant.

He recognized this feeling all too well; he gritted his teeth and growled:

"Fucking Li Huowang, you're stealing my power again."

"What can I do? How can you have all the fun showing off?"

"Besides, only your power, from the same world, has no delay—you're the only one I can borrow from."

Li Huowang grinned, his appearance now completely transformed into that of F Superman; the two looked like twins.

(End of Chapter)