The job change is a bizarre and calamity; the nation begs me to tone it down.

The silence lasted for about five seconds.

Then, Helian Shu slowly spoke: "Old Wang, say it again? What did that kid do?"

"I said... that little guy has already killed a demigod."

Wang Cang repeated it.

His tone was calm, not at all like he was joking.

Upon hearing this, Helian Shu's Adam's apple bobbed: "...Who did you kill?"

"Alaya, the Lord of the Sea-Splitting Clan of the Forbidden Waters."

These words came crashing down again.

Their expressions changed once again.

After all, regardless of race, a demigod is already a completely different being from a professional!

Liu Tingchao first frowned, then looked puzzled.

As the guardian of the South China Sea Ruins, she understood better than anyone what the aquatic creatures meant—things from the deep sea plane, each adult being at least at the seventh rank.

And their king—that is a genuine source-level being.

Eighteen years old.

Liu Tingchao repeated the number to himself.

Then she turned her head, her gaze passing through the light screen and landing squarely on Zhang Daoxuan.

"Zhang Daoxuan".

She called him by his full name, omitting even the term "junior": "When did Sherlock produce such a person?"

Zhang Daoxuan was being stared at by seven pairs of eyes at the same time.

To be honest, his current feeling is probably equivalent to that of a rabbit being shone by seven searchlights at the same time.

But he was, after all, the chief strategist of the General Staff.

Having seen big events, I can withstand pressure.

Zhang Daoxuan cleared his throat.

He didn't rush to answer Liu Tingchao's question, but first organized his thoughts in his mind.

It's not that I don't know how to say it.

How to bring this up is something I really need to think about.

Because no matter how you explain it, it sounds like you're making up a story.

"About this little guy, Gu Xu..."

Zhang Daoxuan spoke, a helpless smile appearing on his face: "Seniors should still remember the last incident. Some time ago, the former God of War, Senior Ye Nantian... burned his life force to fight."

When Zhang Daoxuan said the words "burning life," his voice lowered slightly.

It wasn't intentional.

It's an instinctive respect.

Ye Nantian.

The significance of that name within the Sherlock Holmes military is self-evident.

Former military hero.

The watchmen on the screen fell silent. In fact, they all knew Ye Nantian's final fate without even thinking about it.

Because Ye Nantian was destined to die.

"Actually... even after Senior Ye burned his life force—it still couldn't stop it."

Zhang Daoxuan continued, his tone becoming somewhat subtle.

Someone on the screen frowned.

"The last person to stop the Water-Binding Tribe—"

Zhang Daoxuan raised his head, glanced at the faces of the demigods on the light screen, and then said the name: "It's Gu Xu, who is... the little guy Senior Wang Cang mentioned!"

"He is now a division commander!"

The expressions on the screen changed dramatically after these words were spoken.

Su Changqing's eyes, hidden beneath his hood, widened to an almost imperceptible degree.

Helian Shu lowered his arms from his chest.

Liu Tingchao sat up, and the seaweed in his hair swayed a couple of times.

Shen Wuyuan, the Qinling night watchman who remained expressionless throughout, actually twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.

Although it's unclear what his expression was, it at least proves he doesn't have facial paralysis.

Even those who had already indicated they would "stay" and not participate in the discussion.

All eyes turned to them.

Wang Cang, with a "see, I didn't lie to you" expression, chuckled as he puffed on his pipe, "Believe me now?"

The old man proudly gestured with his chin towards Su Changqing on the light screen.

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"Little Su, what did you just say? Even if you're not the best, you're still a demigod! You've repelled eleven dimensional invasions! You've killed thirty otherworldly lords?"

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Wang Cang smacked his lips and twirled the pipe in his hand.

"That young Gu is eighteen years old."

"Kill a demigod."

What were you doing when you were eighteen?

Su Changqing did not answer, but his silence itself was an answer.

What was he doing when he was eighteen?

I'm competing with a group of near-saints for the qualification to clear a C-level secret realm.

It took three months of trying to get one.

After entering, I was chased by the BOSS for two days. I finally managed to pass the level by luck, and when I came out, I had lost a pair of pants.

Compared to the phrase "killing demigods"...

The difference is so huge it's unbelievable.

An eerie silence fell over the screen once again.

The demigods are processing this information.

An eighteen-year-old young man.

He killed a demigod.

It blocked the Forbidden Water Clan, which even Ye Nantian couldn't stop.

The combined impact of these elements is enough to overwhelm even a demigod.

Even if an ordinary person were to listen to this...

They'd all be stunned for quite a while.

The silence on the screen lasted for about seven or eight seconds.

For those seven or eight seconds, Su Changqing remained silent.

His white cloak fluttered slightly in the wind of Hengjiang Tianyuan, and his thin lips were tightly pursed beneath the hood, revealing no expression.

But if you look closely, you'll notice that his Adam's apple moved twice.

Then, he spoke softly: "Indeed, the student surpasses the master."

These six words were spoken very slowly, with a pause of about half a second between each word.

It's as if he has to repeatedly confirm in his mind before saying each word—do I really want to admit this?

Confirmation completed.

Yes, we must admit it.

"At eighteen, I killed a demigod."

Su Changqing repeated these two key pieces of information, and the disbelief in his tone had largely dissipated, replaced by a complex emotion that was hard to describe.

That emotion can be roughly broken down into three parts.

Part One: Shock.

This is the most important thing to see.

Killing a demigod at the age of eighteen is an event that would be recorded in the history books no matter what era or plane it is set in.

Part Two: Reflections. Su Changqing had lived for over a hundred years, climbing from an ordinary Awakened One to a demigod. How many life-or-death battles had he endured along the way?

How many times have I almost lost my life in the dimensional rift?

It took him nearly sixty years to reach the threshold of demigodhood, and another thirty years to barely gain a foothold.

And now you're telling him that there's some kid who can take down a demigod at eighteen?

How can I describe this feeling? It's like climbing a mountain you've worked hard for your whole life.

After finally reaching the top of the mountain, I looked back and saw a child coming up in a helicopter.

What can you say?

You can't say anything.

You can only sigh, "The new generation surpasses the old," and then silently make way for the first helicopter.

The third and most crucial part is curiosity.

Pure curiosity.

Su Changqing spent thirty-seven years in Tianyuan, fighting eleven major battles against the alien races.

He has seen too many geniuses.

I've seen geniuses at the seventh and eighth levels, and even a few young people who have reached the threshold of becoming a saint.

But what about a genius like "killing a demigod at eighteen"?

Never seen it before!

I've never even heard of it!

These six words were spoken very slowly, with a pause of about half a second between each word.

It's as if he has to repeatedly confirm in his mind before saying each word—do I really want to admit this?

Confirmation completed.

Yes, we must admit it.

"At eighteen, I killed a demigod."

Su Changqing repeated these two key pieces of information, and the disbelief in his tone had largely dissipated, replaced by a complex emotion that was hard to describe.

That emotion can be roughly broken down into three parts.

Part One: Shock.

This is the most important thing to see.

Killing a demigod at the age of eighteen is an event that would be recorded in the history books no matter what era or plane it is set in.

Part Two: Reflections. Su Changqing had lived for over a hundred years, climbing from an ordinary Awakened One to a demigod. How many life-or-death battles had he endured along the way?

How many times have I almost lost my life in the dimensional rift?

It took him nearly sixty years to reach the threshold of demigodhood, and another thirty years to barely gain a foothold.

And now you're telling him that there's some kid who can take down a demigod at eighteen?

How can I describe this feeling? It's like climbing a mountain you've worked hard for your whole life.

After finally reaching the top of the mountain, I looked back and saw a child coming up in a helicopter.

What can you say?

You can't say anything.

You can only sigh, "The new generation surpasses the old," and then silently make way for the first helicopter.

The third and most crucial part is curiosity.

Pure curiosity.

Su Changqing spent thirty-seven years in Tianyuan, fighting eleven major battles against the alien races.

He has seen too many geniuses.

I've seen geniuses at the seventh and eighth levels, and even a few young people who have reached the threshold of becoming a saint.

But what about a genius like "killing a demigod at eighteen"?

Never seen it before!

I've never even heard of it!

This is your treasure trove of urban novels.

These six words were spoken very slowly, with a pause of about half a second between each word.

It's as if he has to repeatedly confirm in his mind before saying each word—do I really want to admit this?

Confirmation completed.

Yes, we must admit it.

"At eighteen, I killed a demigod."

Su Changqing repeated these two key pieces of information, and the disbelief in his tone had largely dissipated, replaced by a complex emotion that was hard to describe.

That emotion can be roughly broken down into three parts.

Part One: Shock.

This is the most important thing to see.

Killing a demigod at the age of eighteen is an event that would be recorded in the history books no matter what era or plane it is set in.

Part Two: Reflections. Su Changqing had lived for over a hundred years, climbing from an ordinary Awakened One to a demigod. How many life-or-death battles had he endured along the way?

How many times have I almost lost my life in the dimensional rift?

It took him nearly sixty years to reach the threshold of demigodhood, and another thirty years to barely gain a foothold.

And now you're telling him that there's some kid who can take down a demigod at eighteen?

How can I describe this feeling? It's like climbing a mountain you've worked hard for your whole life.

After finally reaching the top of the mountain, I looked back and saw a child coming up in a helicopter.

What can you say?

You can't say anything.

You can only sigh, "The new generation surpasses the old," and then silently make way for the first helicopter.

The third and most crucial part is curiosity.

Pure curiosity.

Su Changqing spent thirty-seven years in Tianyuan, fighting eleven major battles against the alien races.

He has seen too many geniuses.

I've seen geniuses at the seventh and eighth levels, and even a few young people who have reached the threshold of becoming a saint.

But what about a genius like "killing a demigod at eighteen"?

Never seen it before!

I've never even heard of it!

Then, he spoke softly: "Indeed, the student surpasses the master."

These six words were spoken very slowly, with a pause of about half a second between each word.

It's as if he has to repeatedly confirm in his mind before saying each word—do I really want to admit this?

Confirmation completed.

Yes, we must admit it.

"At eighteen, I killed a demigod."

Su Changqing repeated these two key pieces of information, and the disbelief in his tone had largely dissipated, replaced by a complex emotion that was hard to describe.

That emotion can be roughly broken down into three parts.

Part One: Shock.

This is the most important thing to see.

Killing a demigod at the age of eighteen is an event that would be recorded in the history books no matter what era or plane it is set in.

Part Two: Reflections. Su Changqing had lived for over a hundred years, climbing from an ordinary Awakened One to a demigod. How many life-or-death battles had he endured along the way?

How many times have I almost lost my life in the dimensional rift?

It took him nearly sixty years to reach the threshold of demigodhood, and another thirty years to barely gain a foothold.

And now you're telling him that there's some kid who can take down a demigod at eighteen?

How can I describe this feeling? It's like climbing a mountain you've worked hard for your whole life.

After finally reaching the top of the mountain, I looked back and saw a child coming up in a helicopter.

What can you say?

You can't say anything.

You can only sigh, "The new generation surpasses the old," and then silently make way for the first helicopter.

The third and most crucial part is curiosity.

Pure curiosity.

Su Changqing spent thirty-seven years in Tianyuan, fighting eleven major battles against the alien races.

He has seen too many geniuses.

I've seen geniuses at the seventh and eighth levels, and even a few young people who have reached the threshold of becoming a saint.

But what about a genius like "killing a demigod at eighteen"?

Never seen it before!

I've never even heard of it!

These six words were spoken very slowly, with a pause of about half a second between each word.

It's as if he has to repeatedly confirm in his mind before saying each word—do I really want to admit this?

Confirmation completed.

Yes, we must admit it.

"At eighteen, I killed a demigod."

Su Changqing repeated these two key pieces of information, and the disbelief in his tone had largely dissipated, replaced by a complex emotion that was hard to describe.

That emotion can be roughly broken down into three parts.

Part One: Shock.

This is the most important thing to see.

Killing a demigod at the age of eighteen is an event that would be recorded in the history books no matter what era or plane it is set in.

Part Two: Reflections. Su Changqing had lived for over a hundred years, climbing from an ordinary Awakened One to a demigod. How many life-or-death battles had he endured along the way?

How many times have I almost lost my life in the dimensional rift?

It took him nearly sixty years to reach the threshold of demigodhood, and another thirty years to barely gain a foothold.

And now you're telling him that there's some kid who can take down a demigod at eighteen?

How can I describe this feeling? It's like climbing a mountain you've worked hard for your whole life.

After finally reaching the top of the mountain, I looked back and saw a child coming up in a helicopter.

What can you say?

You can't say anything.

You can only sigh, "The new generation surpasses the old," and then silently make way for the first helicopter.

The third and most crucial part is curiosity.

Pure curiosity.

Su Changqing spent thirty-seven years in Tianyuan, fighting eleven major battles against the alien races.

He has seen too many geniuses.

I've seen geniuses at the seventh and eighth levels, and even a few young people who have reached the threshold of becoming a saint.

But what about a genius like "killing a demigod at eighteen"?

Never seen it before!

I've never even heard of it!

Then, he spoke softly: "Indeed, the student surpasses the master."

These six words were spoken very slowly, with a pause of about half a second between each word.

It's as if he has to repeatedly confirm in his mind before saying each word—do I really want to admit this?

Confirmation completed.

Yes, we must admit it.

"At eighteen, I killed a demigod."

Su Changqing repeated these two key pieces of information, and the disbelief in his tone had largely dissipated, replaced by a complex emotion that was hard to describe.

That emotion can be roughly broken down into three parts.

Part One: Shock.

This is the most important thing to see.

Killing a demigod at the age of eighteen is an event that would be recorded in the history books no matter what era or plane it is set in.

Part Two: Reflections. Su Changqing had lived for over a hundred years, climbing from an ordinary Awakened One to a demigod. How many life-or-death battles had he endured along the way?

How many times have I almost lost my life in the dimensional rift?

It took him nearly sixty years to reach the threshold of demigodhood, and another thirty years to barely gain a foothold.

And now you're telling him that there's some kid who can take down a demigod at eighteen?

How can I describe this feeling? It's like climbing a mountain you've worked hard for your whole life.

After finally reaching the top of the mountain, I looked back and saw a child coming up in a helicopter.

What can you say?

You can't say anything.

You can only sigh, "The new generation surpasses the old," and then silently make way for the first helicopter.

The third and most crucial part is curiosity.

Pure curiosity.

Su Changqing spent thirty-seven years in Tianyuan, fighting eleven major battles against the alien races.

He has seen too many geniuses.

I've seen geniuses at the seventh and eighth levels, and even a few young people who have reached the threshold of becoming a saint.

But what about a genius like "killing a demigod at eighteen"?

Never seen it before!

I've never even heard of it!