Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 873 Thirty-Six Thousand Gods

A person with a hand, a hand with a knife, a knife with fire, fire igniting the sky, and in an instant, the ignited sky seemed to collapse! It crashed down on the tiny human figure below!
Had Song Shi not deliberately contained the destructive range, the city would have been split in two, creating a bottomless lava fissure. And against the fourth ring [Consensus], which isn't known for its defensive capabilities, it was enough to annihilate it completely!

Bend and straighten your hand, and point with your index finger.

Without any apparent fanfare, this single strike caused a section of the billowing flames to vanish into thin air. The next instant, the flames returned as expected—

The Protectorate General has disappeared.

This architectural complex, which has existed for over a century and records the various achievements of the Eastern Continent Republic, has been, literally, flattened. Viewed from above, it looks as if someone has taken a spoon and scooped a huge ladle from the middle of a cake, leaving a massive crater flowing with crimson flames.

Except for a small area.

Miraculously, it wasn't erased; a small patch of the original plaza land stubbornly remained. The Grand Protector knelt on the ground, his body covered in burn marks; the attack hadn't been completely blocked.

Even the last little bit was quite a struggle for her.

A person is standing.

Stand a little in front of her.

He was a man whose exact age was difficult to describe. He wasn't someone who asserted his presence through sharp, handsome features or an aggressive demeanor.

His majesty was a deeper, more restrained kind, like a divine palace hanging high in the heavens, supreme and orderly, carrying an awe-inspiring sense of aloofness and authority.

The robe, in shades of black and gold, was remarkably simple compared to the extravagance of many aristocratic families. Yet, from this simplicity, an imposing aura was born.

"Hmm." Song Shi grinned: "The main character has finally arrived."

They are qualified to be here, and they have the ability to be here.
There is only one person, and it can only be one person.

The current president of the Eastern Continent Republic, and the head of the Longyuan Feng Clan, a first-class noble family.

The consensus of the fifth ring.

—"Juntian Divine Palace", a seal.

To most people, his face was blurry, as if covered by frosted glass. This "most people" did not include Song Shi. The immeasurable barrier erected by the other party could not stop a fifth-ring psychic.

Song Shi could clearly see the other person's appearance from head to toe.

Glancing at the chaotic state of the Protectorate, Feng Lian frowned, a hint of displeasure appearing between his brows. He shook his head slightly, placing one hand on the forehead of the kneeling Protectorate General. A flash of golden divine light appeared, and the swarming flames clinging to the General's body immediately dimmed.

Feng Lian let out a soft exclamation. Under the divine light, the flames on the opponent's body did indeed dim considerably, but it still showed a tenacious posture, leaving behind specks of burnt skin that had seeped into the bone marrow.

He picked up a spark with two fingers, stared at it for a moment, and then crushed it with his hand. A second flash of divine light finally extinguished most of the remaining sparks on the Grand Protector's body.

Feng Lian turned around, looked at the figure hanging high in the sky, filling the entire firmament, and spoke.

"Why would you commit treason and rebellion?" "Treason? Rebellion?" Song Shi laughed: "You're saying this to someone from a corporate alliance?"

If the other person had said this in my previous life, I wouldn't have bothered, since I was a proper Yulai County native. But in this life?
Upon hearing this, Feng Lian remained unmoved and calmly replied.

"The blood that flows in your veins is the blood of the Eastern Continent Republic. Look in the mirror and see what you look like. Your ancestors were from the Eastern Continent, you are a person of the Eastern Continent Republic for one lifetime, and you will be a person of the Eastern Continent Republic for all eternity. Even if you die nine times, you cannot change that."

He repeated, "Why would you commit treason and rebellion?"

"Of course, it's for wealth and glory." Song Shi was relieved, and his smile didn't fade but instead became even brighter. He said kindly, "Look, after I sold out my master for glory, I've now become a Supreme Executive Committee member. Everyone comes and goes for profit. I've transformed myself and established a top-tier family for the New Order Federation—isn't this inheriting the tradition of our Eastern Continent Republic?"

"President Feng Lian, you should be proud of me."

"There is no noble family." After a moment of silence, Feng Lian shook his head again, staring at the person in front of him: "You have never married, nor have you had any casual affairs, wives, concubines, or mistresses. You are a lonely man, all alone. How dare you presume to call yourself a noble family?"

Song Shi couldn't remember how many times he had laughed today.

"After thinking about it, I still have to send you to your death first."

Before the word "death" could be uttered, spiritual energy erupted. A person, like a blazing sun, swept across the Mangxing Plain with overwhelming martial power. The spiritual energy that Song Shi had previously displayed was already earth-shattering, but in this instant, it seemed excessively dim.

—Song Shi is serious!
The true spirit "perished".

—Psionic Arts, [Doom]!
The killing power had become tangible; even before it officially landed, all things trembled in fear, constantly writhing and scorching. Yet, faced with this attack, Feng Lian remained unmoved.

To be precise, only "Fenglian" remained unmoved!
Subtle ripples spread around the president, which then turned into unstoppable turbulence. One, two, three, dozens of figures appeared in the space, and the number was still increasing rapidly!
A burly general clad in golden armor, eyes blazing with fury, wielding a demon-subduing pestle, strode forward. Amidst the swirling silver light, a star official in white robes and a feathered crown lifted a celestial sphere, drawing upon the stars to create a vast star trail. A red-haired, bearded deity emerged from the flames, his fiery dragon sword humming incessantly at his waist.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds and thousands of divine figures appeared one after another, the Xuanjia Heavenly Soldiers stood in formation, banners fluttered, and the Fairy in Rainbow Robes danced in the air, her shawls scattering and turning into thousands of rays of light.

The generals of the Thunder Department beat the Dharma drums, and purple lightning patterns flashed wildly in all directions. The geomancer held a jade ruler, and the earth's energy flowed with his breath. The guardian deity with three heads and six arms had a solemn appearance and was chanting the Heavenly Dragon Heart Sutra. The Eight Treasures Golden Wheel slowly rotated behind his head.

Indeed: Within the body lie countless inner landscapes, thirty-six thousand spirits. A single spark of spiritual light connects with creation, and countless guardians protect the true soul!

"Then you may disband your army."

Feng Lian glanced at the Grand Protector, who agreed without hesitation.

As the president of the mighty Eastern Continent Republic, a figure whose fate is intertwined with that of the nation, his true form is currently stationed on the front lines, confronting the Vanpusta Empire from afar. It is impossible for him to personally visit a small immigrant resettlement area. What is currently revealed here is merely an avatar.

Even though he had reached the third stage of the True Spirit realm, it was absolutely impossible for him to defeat a ferocious person of this level with just an avatar.

His purpose for this trip was singular: not in Mangxing Plain, but in the Grand Protector. While Mangxing Plain, cultivated and meticulously maintained for a century, was indeed valuable, given the current intensity of the war, its worth might not even compare to that of the Grand Protector, a fourth-ring [Ascended] psychic.

He must protect the Grand Protector!

(End of this chapter)