MMB Chapter 64 I am the heavens, who does he stand for?
Chapter 64 I am the heavens, who does he stand for?
Lin Zhen's mind went blank.
Abyssal rift! A species not of Earth!
The combination of these words is even more chilling than the destruction of the World Tower.
He didn't dare ask any more questions. He quickly placed the brown paper bag on the coffee table and pushed it towards Lu Yuan with both hands.
"Mr. Lu, I will report the matter in international waters to the capital immediately. We will investigate it as quickly as possible."
Lin Zhen glanced at Lu Qingxue and lowered his voice.
"This document was sent overnight from Beijing. Consider it... consider it a token of the government's sincerity towards you."
Lu Yuan didn't touch the paper bag. He merely raised an eyelid slightly.
"explain."
Lin Zhen cleared his throat. A slight dryness rose in his mouth.
"A few days ago... the sports car that hit Auntie. The perpetrator, Zhao Kai. Although you executed him on the spot, the Zhao family behind him is deeply entrenched in Yanjing."
Upon hearing the words "bumped into the auntie," Lu Qingxue's hand dropped the fries onto the mat with a thud. Her eyes instantly welled up with tears.
Lu Yuan's gaze turned cold in that instant.
The temperature in the entire living room suddenly dropped by more than ten degrees. The glass of hot water that had just been poured on the coffee table visibly began to freeze, forming a thin layer of ice crystals on its surface.
Lin Zhen felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand. Even his breathing became thin and broken.
He withstood the pressure and forced himself to continue.
"The patriarch of the Zhao family, named Zhao Changhe, was one of the old monsters who participated in sealing off Earth's spiritual veins. His cultivation had long since reached the peak of the Divine Realm. Moreover..."
Lin Zhen paused, a hint of weakness in his voice.
"Zhao Changhe possesses the core of an array plate that he brought from Kunlun years ago. After receiving news of Zhao Kai's accident yesterday, he activated the clan's protective array overnight, completely covering the Zhao family compound in Yanjing."
"Not only that, he sent out invitations to many heroes, inviting three reclusive grandmasters from the Chinese martial arts world, as well as four leaders from the Feng Shui sect, all of whom gathered at the Zhao family."
Lin Zhen looked at Lu Yuan's face, which showed no emotion whatsoever. He gritted his teeth and uttered the last half of his sentence.
"Zhao Changhe has spread the word that you are a demonic heretic who has been reborn through possession. He intends to unite with major hidden forces across China to act on behalf of Heaven and kill you in Jiangnan City."
The living room fell into a deathly silence.
All that could be heard was the bubbling sound of a clay pot simmering in the kitchen.
Lu Qingxue bit her lip hard. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she didn't cry out. She just looked at Lu Yuan with her red eyes.
Lu Yuan slowly reached out and took the brown paper bag.
A finger lightly traced the seal line. Several photos and pages of densely packed documents slid out.
The top photo shows an old man with a full head of white hair, dressed in a Tang suit, sitting in a grand chair. He holds two jade beads in his hands, and his eyes are sinister.
Lu Yuan stared at the photo for a while.
Then, he flipped the photo over and threw it on the coffee table.
"Acting on behalf of Heaven."
Lu Yuan twitched the corner of his mouth. The sound wasn't loud, but it made Lin Zhen's eardrums ache slightly.
"I am Heaven. He represents which path?"
Lu Yuan stood up and patted Lu Qingxue's head.
"The soup's almost ready. You watch TV first. I'm going out to throw out the trash and take care of a little problem while I'm at it."
Lu Qingxue grabbed Lu Yuan's clothes. Her fingernails dug into Lu Yuan's palm from the force of her grip.
"Brother...there are a lot of them. And they have some kind of formation..."
Lu Qingxue's voice trembled. Although she didn't know what a Grandmaster of the Divine Realm represented, the phrase "acting on behalf of Heaven" sounded incredibly dangerous.
Lu Yuan took his sister's hand in his own. A warm, gentle spiritual energy flowed through his palm, soothing her fear and unease.
"A bunch of useless cowards hiding in their shells, barely clinging to life. They don't even deserve to give me a chance to warm up."
Lu Yuan turned his head and looked at Lin Zhen, who had already stood up from the sofa.
"Where is Yanjing?"
Lin Zhen paused for a moment. He subconsciously pointed in a direction.
"North... about 1,200 kilometers."
"Um."
Lu Yuan responded.
He didn't go through the door.
The white canvas shoes touched the floor lightly.
"Buzz—"
A low sonic boom echoed through the living room.
Lin Zhen felt a blur before his eyes. A violent gust of air threw him onto the sofa.
He scrambled to his feet, and looked back at the spot where Lu Yuan had just stood. It was now deserted.
Only the floor-to-ceiling window leading to the balcony was shattered by some terrifying kinetic energy. Shards of glass scattered everywhere, reflecting blinding light in the sunlight.
Lin Zhen leaned over the windowsill, sticking half his body out to look outside.
In the azure sky of Jiangnan City, a white shockwave tore a straight crack through the clouds.
That crack. Points straight north.
......
Yanjing (Beijing). The Zhao Family Old Residence.
This sprawling courtyard house was currently enveloped in a layer of pale yellow light that was clearly visible to the naked eye.
The surface of the light shield was covered with complex and obscure ancient runes, faintly exuding a majestic and imposing aura.
This is Zhao Changhe's trump card: the Miniature Sumeru Eight Trigrams Formation.
Back then, the Kunlun spiritual vein was severed. He risked his life to retrieve the core of this array plate. It was thanks to this that the Zhao family was able to maintain its position as the leading hidden family in Yanjing.
Inside the main hall of the old house.
Zhao Changhe sat in the main seat, holding a purple clay teapot in his hand.
Seven people were sitting below.
Three elderly men in martial arts training clothes. Four middle-aged men in Taoist robes.
These seven people. If any one of them were to stomp their foot, the entire martial arts and metaphysical world of China would tremble.
"Gentlemen."
Zhao Changhe took a sip of tea and slammed the teapot heavily onto the table.
"That little bastard named Lu Yuan, I don't know where he got his fortune. He's ruthless and has no respect for his elders. My grandson Kai'er just accidentally bumped into his mother, and he actually killed her, even resorting to the vicious method of soul searching!"
Zhao Changhe slammed his hand on the table. Instantly, a palm print half an inch deep appeared on the solid wood octagonal table.
"If this boy is allowed to live, he will surely become a major threat to us in the future! The reason I invited you all here today is to lay a trap within my Sumeru Formation, waiting for that brat to walk right into it!"
A bald old man sitting at the head of the left seat snorted coldly, toying with a string of prayer beads in his hand.
"Don't worry, Brother Zhao. With your Sumeru Formation suppressing him, plus the combined efforts of the seven of us old bones, even if he were the Heavenly King descended to earth, we'd still skin him alive today."
The bald old man had barely finished speaking.
"Boom!"
A deafening roar crashed down from the sky above.
The entire Zhao family mansion shook violently. Dust fell from the roof beams in a flurry.
The eight people in the main hall simultaneously looked up, their expressions changing drastically.
Zhao Changhe suddenly stood up. He stepped out of the door and into the courtyard.
He looked up, staring intently at the air.
That once indestructible pale yellow light shield was now flickering wildly, its surface rippling violently.
And directly above the light mask.
A young man dressed in white casual clothes stood with his hands in his pockets, his feet seemingly floating in mid-air, looking down at the entire Zhao family mansion.
The boy's shoes stomped on the light shield, producing a sickening scraping sound.
"Is this the broken membrane?"
Lu Yuan tilted his head slightly, looking down at Zhao Changhe, who appeared to be facing a formidable enemy.
"This thing isn't even as good as the security bars at the village entrance. You think you can stop me with this?"
Zhao Changhe's eyes twitched violently. He could feel the core of the array plate emitting a mournful cry of unbearable strain.
How is that possible!
The Miniature Sumeru Eight Trigrams Formation. It could withstand three missiles even if they hit it directly. This kid just stepped on it. Is the formation about to collapse?
"Arrogant brat!"
Zhao Changhe felt his blood surging. He roared loudly.
"Fellow Daoists, let's join forces and slay this demon!"
The seven Divine Realm experts and Xuan Shu masters behind him rushed out of the main hall in unison. Various true qi shields and magical artifacts soared into the sky. Multicolored killing moves hurtled straight towards Lu Yuan in mid-air.
Lu Yuan didn't even glance at those fancy attacks.
He pulled his right hand out of his pocket and slowly clenched it into a fist.
"I'm in a hurry to get home and have some soup."
Lu Yuan raised his fist above his head and slammed it down onto the pale yellow light barrier beneath his feet, without any fancy moves.
"Die, you all!"
"Click—"
A crisp cracking sound rang out, drowning out all the booming of the magical artifacts.
That miniature Bagua formation, which the Zhao family considered the ultimate defense, made contact with Lu Yuan's fist the instant it touched him.
They didn't even put up a half-second of resistance.
It was like a piece of cheap glass being hit by a hammer. It shattered into countless fragments on the spot.
at the same time.
Thousands of miles away. The high seas of the Pacific Ocean.
Deep beneath the private island shrouded in thunderstorms.
The edge of a massive abyss.
On the screen of a monitoring instrument, the previously steadily moving green line suddenly turned into a glaring blood red without warning.
The alarm sounded throughout the entire underground base.
The chairman of the conglomerate stared at the screen. The wine glass in his hand fell to the ground and shattered.
On the screen. At the deepest part of that abyss-like rift.
A massive claw covered in dark gold scales slowly climbed up the edge of the crack.
An ancient aura, far exceeding the limits of Earth's natural laws, gushed forth from the crack.