Who is not a warrior these days?

Chapter 445 I am your father!

"The twelve zodiac signs are extremely filial!!!"

Wang Li's voice was neither sad nor happy, and his fist had already hit him.

Twelve constellation microcosmic light bands spiraled around the tip of his fist, and even collapsed into a dazzling singularity at the tip of his fist. The creation and destruction of the entire universe were compressed in this blow.

It is no exaggeration to say that if Wang Li directed the power of this attack into the real material universe, he could easily pull out a huge eye that would swallow countless galaxies and stars in the observable universe that spans 960 trillion light-years!

But now, such terrible power was tightly restrained by Wang Li's fist and point, and directly blasted towards the Black God father in his own parallel world, who was unable to resist even if he tried his best!
Wang Zhenjiang shuddered instinctively.

In a flash, He tried His best, burning the origin of the dark, sacrificing everything He had, and raising His self-defense to the extreme, just to block this punch.

Even if it's just for a second!

But when the punch actually landed, all his preparations became a joke.

"boom--!"

Wang Zhenjiang's body turned to ashes the moment of contact, his evil spirit evaporated, his bones shattered, and the dark golden blood of the God of War gushed out from his nine orifices for several feet!

The destructive force that was powerful enough to tear the universe apart smashed him deep into the earth's core in an instant.

The ground of the Corpse Plain shattered into atoms like glass, and pure destructive energy burned his demonic soul.

Every inch of Wang Zhenjiang's flesh and blood was collapsing, but he couldn't even let out a scream, because this punch had transcended the constraints of time and space and knocked him down completely before he could even open his mouth!
His past, present, and future, everything was shattered by this punch.

The force of the fist has not dissipated.

Wang Zhenjiang's only remaining willpower was struggling, and in the light of absolute destruction, He saw -

The birth of a galaxy.

The extinction of the universe.

as well as……

The black-robed figure standing at the end of time, staring at Him quietly.

"it's over……"

At this moment, His will finally collapsed.

"Hey, can we reconcile?"

Wang Zhenjiang's voice echoed in the broken void, carrying with it unspeakable embarrassment and helplessness.

His body of the Dark Lord, which once dominated the world, had long been sacrificed by him.

Even his body, heart, will, and energy were sacrificed by him, just for a little struggle.

The result... I couldn’t beat him, I really couldn’t beat him!
The man in black robe has only thrown three punches so far, but I have not been able to block any of them from beginning to end!
It can even be said that if the man in black robe in front of him had not deliberately held back, he would have been instantly reduced to ashes when he took his first punch!

It can be said that when the river of time encounters a man in black robes, no matter how hard you try, you can't resist him!!!
Hearing Wang Zhenjiang's words, Wang Li, who was in a black robe, raised his lips slightly, but his voice was as cold as ice: "At this moment, are you kidding me?"

The position of his hands folded remained unchanged, and the light of the twelve zodiac signs flowed between his fingers. It was as if he was truly holding the weight of the entire universe.

Under the shining light, Wang Zhenjiang's broken body melted in an instant like thin snow under the scorching sun.

"At least tell me who you are."

Wang Zhenjiang struggled to maintain his last bit of consciousness: "At least let me know who defeated me. Otherwise, I won't accept it! I won't accept it!"

Wang Li chuckled, his black robe fluttering in the wind. "Why bother asking so many questions when you are too lazy to listen? If you are not reconciled, what does it have to do with me? I am not your father."

Twelve layers of microcosmic starlight burst out from his palms, like the first light at the beginning of creation.

Wang Zhenjiang's body completely decomposed in this light, turning into countless firefly-like light points. Only at the core, a little bit of will flickered tenaciously, which was the final proof that he was "Wang Zhenjiang" instead of "Black God of War".

"Tsk, you're pretty tenacious."

Wang Li stretched out his hand and grasped the will in his fingertips. It was like a miniature star, beating restlessly in his palm.

Wang Li tilted his head and thought for a while, then suddenly revealed a sly smile: "Dad, Dad, you didn't fulfill your fatherly responsibilities when you were alive, so you can still be useful after you die. Don't worry, as long as I prepare it, your death will definitely be greater than your lifetime contribution."

Go ahead and say it. Wang Li clenched his right hand, held the will in his palm, and kneaded it like dough.

Starlight overflowed from between his fingers, accompanied by Wang Zhenjiang's faint screams.

"Don't worry, Dad. I've found a good place for you." Wang Li spoke softly, but his actions were not gentle at all.

After rubbing, a crystal clear bead appeared in Wang Li's palm, with a galaxy rotating inside.

He nodded with satisfaction, and with a flick of his finger, the crystal bead in his hand instantly turned into a point of light, which, along with some mysterious symbolic connection, disappeared into the vast river of time.

……

At night, in the Wang family farmhouse, the naughty brother Wang Luo is still practicing hard in his backyard, not daring to slack off for even a moment.

After all, in this world where martial arts reign supreme and martial arts are respected, and where the shining ancient moon has caused dozens of alien worlds to overlap and become extremely dangerous, no matter how old the children are, they have actually lost the right to sleep in.

In the martial arts, talent is extremely important; money, friends, methods and land are all indispensable. Practicing martial arts is like rowing against the current; if you don't move forward, you will move backward.

Ordinary people have insufficient financial resources, poor skills, and insufficient energy. Even if they have enough talent, they can only practice hard on their own, practicing a hundred or a thousand times harder than others to make up for the gap with other gifted people.

In other words, the more ordinary a family is, if there is a child with a talent for martial arts, the parents will not allow their children to fall behind at the starting line!

Although the living conditions of Lao Wang's family have improved a little bit in recent times, even if they do nothing, they can still make sure that the whole family has enough food and drink.

But Wang Luo is definitely not the scumbag who does nothing but lie down and do nothing but live off his brother. He is a third-grade student at Laijun Primary School who truly has lofty ideals and lofty dreams!

Especially a few days ago, he was possessed by the senior in black robe and truly witnessed the absolute power of martial arts and its grandeur as great as the sky and the Tao. He looked down upon the small belongings of his own farm house even more.

They are nothing more than cats, dogs, ducks, fish and insects, not worth mentioning at all.

"I'll leave the property of this farmhouse to my brother who only wants to live off me. I want to focus on martial arts..."

"Ah!" Suddenly, little Wang Luo sneezed loudly.

"Strange, why is it so hot in summer..." He rubbed his nose and was about to continue practicing boxing, but he felt a chill on his head.

Looking up, he saw a meteor streaking across the night sky and heading straight towards him.

"Shit!" Wang Luo instinctively wanted to run, but he heard a soft "pop" sound, as if someone had burst a bubble in his ear.

Then, he saw the meteor go straight into his forehead, feeling cool, like swallowing a big mouthful of mint.

"What the hell is that?" Wang Luo touched his head in horror, fearing that some strange organ would suddenly grow inside.

"A Luo, stop touching me." A hoarse voice suddenly sounded in his mind.

Wang Luo jumped up in shock: "Who?! Who's talking?!"

Hearing this, the hoarse voice in his mind suddenly paused, as if thinking of a lot of things, and finally he said calmly: "I am your father!"

Wang Luo: "Nonsense! How can you talk like that! How can I recognize my son right away? I am still your father!!!"

"I really am your father!"

Wang Luo: “…Huh?”

(End of this chapter)