Starting from becoming a god, I travel through the heavens.

When Zhao Sheng opened his eyes again, he returned to the world of the gods. A bullet flew towards him, and he reached out and caught it.

"This...how is this possible?!" The middle-aged man's eyes were filled with shock, his face stiff, and his expression was full of disbelief. The young man beside him was also shocked.

Catching a bullet with bare hands? Has the world gone mad, or have they gone mad?! Those idiots from the Zhao family are giving false information! This isn't a boxer, this is a god!

If they had known the enemy was this powerful, their team wouldn't have taken on this mission. Now, they've been delivered right to their doorstep to be killed.

"Damn it, the Zhao family is a bunch of idiots!" the middle-aged man cursed.

Zhao Sheng squeezed the bullet, flicked it with his finger, and the bullet shot out at an even faster speed than before, instantly piercing the middle-aged man's head. Then, he opened his mouth and exhaled, and a sword shot out, also piercing the young man's head.

The two bodies collapsed to the ground, powerless.

"Aren't you coming out yet?" Zhao Sheng looked up at a certain spot and saw that it remained motionless and quiet. "Looks like they're not in cahoots." He strode away.

Shhhhh!!

"Such keen perception. Does someone like this really need our protection? I feel you've underestimated his strength. We need to report to you as soon as possible that someone who can catch bullets with their bare hands."

The middle-aged man led the members of Huang's group out of the place they had just left. He glanced at the five corpses on the ground. Three of them had been shot to death, one had a bullet piercing his head, and the other had been pierced by something unknown.

He examined the last corpse carefully. He knew many methods of murder, but he had never seen one that could penetrate a human head without leaving a trace before.

"Everyone, clean up the bodies." The middle-aged man waved to signal the members of the Yellow Team to begin, and the members of the Yellow Team dragged the bodies away one after another.

He then contacted Butler Xue, "Butler Xue, something's happened here. The information you provided doesn't match reality at all. That person is far too powerful!"

"What's going on?" Uncle Xue asked, a look of doubt in his eyes. Was Zhao Sheng too strong? He knew about that team; although they weren't particularly strong, assassinating some boxers was still quite easy for them.

The middle-aged man recounted the entire process of Zhao Sheng's attack without reservation, which only made Uncle Xue more and more puzzled. Catching a bullet with bare hands? Is that something a human being can do?

"I understand. I will explain this to Miss. As for your Huang Group, after you finish disposing of the body, write a report and give it to Miss," Uncle Xue said, his eyes flickering.

"We understand," the middle-aged man replied, then hung up the phone. "Hurry up and pack up; the police should be here soon."

"Captain, take a look at this." A member stepped forward and handed over a bullet. The bullet was slightly dented in the middle, and then with a bang, the bullet turned into silver dust.

The middle-aged man's pupils contracted. "Keep this a secret. I'll talk to Miss about it myself." That person was terrifying; he was practically a superman.

"I wonder how his strength compares to those from the Earth Group and the Heaven Group." He looked in the direction Zhao Sheng had left and murmured softly.

Villas in Shanghai.

Uncle Xue hung up the phone and strode into the living room. Wu Xueqing had drunk some red wine, her cheeks flushed, and her delicate face had a touch of charm, making her beautiful, alluring, and incredibly tempting.

"Miss, news has come back from Group Huang that Zhao Sheng is hiding his true strength. He can catch bullets with his bare hands, and he has mysterious methods to kill without leaving a trace," Uncle Xue said, bowing his head.

He wore white gloves and stood respectfully with his hands behind his back.

"Yes, I understand." Wu Xueqing was not surprised. Her position was enough for her to know some of the family's secrets, so she was not alarmed or surprised by such a thing.

"Oh, by the way, tell Huang to remove that woman's spies before he leaves. I don't have a penchant for sharing things with others." Wu Xueqing took a sip of red wine and continued, "This is the last time."

Uncle Xue felt a chill run through him and nearly collapsed to the ground. "I...I understand, Miss." His voice trembled, and his heart pounded wildly, but thankfully, Miss had forgiven him.

"Okay, go out and buy me a dessert nearby."

"Yes, Miss." Uncle Xue quickly left.

moment.

Wu Xueqing finished her glass of red wine. "Kill him. I don't like a traitor. My faith as an angel doesn't allow me to accept betrayal." Her voice was cold, as if she were talking to thin air, yet also as if she were talking to a person.

the other side.

Zhao Sheng booked a room at a nearby hotel. After taking a shower, he lay down on the bed, recalling the madness of his last night in the Dragon and Snake World. "That woman was crazy!" he sighed.

How could he not know that Yan Yuanyi's drunkenness was feigned? If a master of Dan Jin (a martial arts technique) could be so easily intoxicated, what kind of master would he be? He might as well just get drunk with a single cup of wine.

But Yan Yuanyi had already gone to such lengths; if he didn't reciprocate, he would seem like a beast. Besides, she had offered herself to him willingly, so it wouldn't be right for him to be a saint.

Before leaving, Zhao Sheng carved a jade pendant for Yan Yuanyi, imprinted with his spirit. If they encountered any danger, as long as they were not powerful experts, it could briefly interfere with the enemy for two breaths.

With her Dan Jin strength, two breaths would be enough for her to take down her enemy.

At the same time, Zhao Sheng also imprinted his cultivation experience from Ming Jin to Shen Jin into Yan Yuanyi's mind, which should be able to provide her with some help by analogy.

He also reminded her that a great change would occur a hundred years from now, when a new era of dragons and snakes would arrive and the road ahead would be renewed.

Of course, when he left, he also told Ba Liming about this, asking him to pass on the message to Tang Zichen when he saw her.

Zhao Sheng helped Yan Yuanyi in every way. After all, she was his first woman. He couldn't just let her suffer knowing how things were going to go.

That's just forcing yourself to endure something you can't handle!

"Go back to Juxia City tomorrow, and then go find the Zhao family." Zhao Sheng's eyes flashed with a cold light. Although he had doubts about the middle-aged man's dying words, he was pretty sure they were true.

Of course, it's also possible that the Xu family sent people to mislead him and confuse him.

He killed members of the Zhao and Xu families in an underground boxing match. It's normal for them to hire assassins to kill him. If he had died, it would have been fine, but he survived.

Next, the Zhao family or perhaps the Zhao family will face his revenge!

Zhao Sheng is no green-haired turtle who would tolerate being attacked by hired assassins. Now that he possesses superhuman strength, wiping out the Zhao family would be a simple matter.

As for if China intervenes later, he will flee overseas. Anyway, there are no powerful forces overseas, which is suitable for him to develop overseas.

Aside from the United States' Alliance of Haters, the Vampire Organization of the Ou Alliance, and some small factions founded by lucky individuals with special abilities, there are basically no powerful forces.

"Hmm? I didn't expect someone to follow me here." Zhao Sheng had keen senses and excellent hearing; he could hear a pin drop. The footsteps outside the room were quiet, but they were crystal clear to him.

He stepped forward and opened the door. A pretty, innocent-looking girl stood there with her hands behind her back. "Sir, do you...do you require special services?"

boom! !

"No need, thank you." Zhao Sheng closed the door and returned to bed. He had just escaped from that woman Yan Yuanyi and didn't want to continue with the "pile-on" (a euphemism for sexual activity). Beauty can be a distraction from spiritual cultivation; a little taste is enough.

The girl outside the door turned pale. "Didn't they say men like this kind of guy? How come this man rejected me without any hesitation?" she thought through gritted teeth.

No matter how she thought about it, she couldn't understand that Zhao Sheng had just finished the pile driving and was now in a saintly state of mind. Even if he wasn't in saintly state, he wouldn't order any special services.

His life was dedicated solely to the pursuit of martial arts!