"You can call me Xiao Changming. Or call me the God of Hunting!"

Chen Shouyi's heart skipped a beat, his hair stood on end, and cold sweat poured down.

A gentle and cool summer breeze blew by, causing the other's fine hair to flutter. His handsome, lean face and tall, straight figure exuded a unique aura.

His body exuded an invisible momentum, the air seemed to be restless and unbearably oppressive,

This was the instinctive fear of a lower life form facing a higher one. It was a kind of Divine Power, and being in its presence felt like a helpless creature facing the apocalypse, a sense of despair as the world crumbles.

The will of the weaker might go mad.

Although this Divine Power was extremely weak, compared to the Divine Power of the gods' wars in the memory world, the Divine Power emanating from him was undoubtedly much weaker, much weaker than the God of Courage who descended to Earth.

Yet, Divine Power is still Divine Power.

It proclaimed the other's identity.

Footsteps approached from afar.

It was Sun Ding and a few Martial Artists who had rushed over.

"Chief Adviser, this person..." Sun Ding said, stopping mid-sentence.

Everyone and the military Martial Artists who followed were all rigid and motionless.

Sweat drenched Chen Shouyi's back, forehead, the tip of his nose, and the palms of his hands.

At this moment, all he felt was regret.

Why was my hearing so sharp!

Why did I charge in so quickly!

And clearly, this was just a siege on Xiao Changming.

Why did the God of Hunting appear?

"Well... that, Lao... Lao Xiao, remember me? I even treated you to a meal before!" Chen Shouyi said, pretending to be relaxed.

"Mortal, in my memory, you've never treated me to a meal!" the God of Hunting said seriously with a Jiangnan accent.

Chen Shouyi forced a stiff grin:

"Haha, looks like I remembered wrong. I have some business to attend to today, so I can't chat now. I'll treat you another day!"

Chen Shouyi was about to slowly retreat when the God of Hunting's lips curled into a mocking smile:

"Humans are indeed a cunning race. Do you think you can leave like this?

However, I have always favored this race. It has infinite potential. Compared to the foolish plains people, humans are weak but smart and full of order!

Human warrior, I can give you a chance to submit to me—the great God of Hunting.

Compared to humanity, I can give you more, more powerful strength, higher power, and even make you a king."

"Shut up, Barbarian God! Humanity will never..." Before Chen Shouyi could speak, a military Martial Artist hurriedly interrupted loudly.

But before he could finish speaking, the God of Hunting's figure flickered, as if moving instantly, flashing past.

The next moment, his head exploded instantly, with countless blood, brain matter, and shattered skull shooting like bullets in all directions.

The surroundings quickly became silent.

Perhaps accustomed to being high above, the gods are known for their vengefulness. Facing the defiance of ants, they have no concept of patience and will never wait another second if they can crush it immediately.

"There are always some foolish ants..."

He immediately swallowed his words, seeing out of the corner of his eye Chen Shouyi desperately sprinting away. His temples throbbed, and a fierce expression flickered across his face.

He felt he had been merciful enough, even lowering himself on rare occasions.

A warrior of this strength was decent, but in his eyes, just decent.

Just a high-level warrior.

Among his followers, there were about twenty with this strength, and for someone he would patiently recruit and promise benefits, in the Tam World, they would at least need legendary strength.

He was filled with rage, stomped the ground, causing the concrete to tremble violently, and shot towards Chen Shouyi.

Chen Shouyi sensed the intense commotion behind him and no longer harbored any hope.

His bones started to crack loudly, his body rapidly expanding. His vision soared higher, his strides became larger, each step spanning twenty to thirty meters. Dust and rubble on the ground kicked up, trailing a long comet-like tail.

The scenery on both sides whooshed past.

One hundred thirty meters per second…

One hundred forty meters per second…

One hundred fifty meters per second…

His speed continued to increase.

Yet, even so, he felt the whistling sound behind him getting closer.

"Damn it, I'll go all out!" A trace of grim determination flashed across his face.

He quickly reached for his sword hilt, feeling it very unsuitable.

The twenty-centimeter-long hilt, perfect in his normal state, seemed almost ill-fitting now, with his palm alone thirty centimeters wide, exceeding a third of the hilt's width.

But he had no choice but to make do.

Sensing the danger behind him was imminent.

While running, his body abruptly halted.

Drawing his sword, he turned and swung fiercely at the figure, the sword light cutting the air at supersonic speed, even forming a shock wave as it swept the ground, creating a five or six-meter scar.

Yet he struck nothing but air.

In the blink of an eye, that "Xiao Changming" had already evaded like a ghost, the next moment, a blurred fist punched Chen Shouyi's chest. His chest visibly caved, and his entire body was flung backward, clothes instantly shredded by the violent air blast, his massive frame sent flying.

With a "boom," he smashed heavily into a concrete bollard set to restrict large vehicles, shattering half of it.

His chest almost suffocated; before he could catch his breath, he quickly ducked his head as a sharp whistle accompanied a sword light passing like a stream. A tuft of hair swiftly blew away.

Chen Shouyi shivered all over, quickly rolling to stand up.

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