He was selling gashapon toys in Marvel Studios, and at the beginning, Tony turned into Kuuga.

Gong Qing stood in the center of the formation, his eyes fixed on Zhang Chulan, and subconsciously pushed up his glasses.

He had heard the information Zhang Chulan mentioned before.

The news of the Wang family's massacre has spread like wildfire among the upper echelons of the supernatural world.

He knew that the outside world was changing.

But knowing something is one thing, but being cornered at your doorstep to "bestow favors" is another.

Quanxing is not another sect.

The reason they came together was because they didn't want to be controlled, used, or incorporated into a larger game as pawns by anyone.

Gong Qing slowly pulled his hands out of his sweater pocket, his ten fingers wrapped with silver threads as fine as hair.

"Zhang Chulan, your ability to live has indeed impressed me."

Gong Qing spoke calmly, then changed the subject.

"But you forgot one thing."

"Just because I can't kill you doesn't mean I can't trap you."

The silver threads shot out, weaving into an impenetrable net in the air, enveloping Zhang Chulan from all sides.

Each silver thread is engraved with tiny sealing runes.

It inhibits the flow of energy in the body as soon as it touches the skin.

Zhang Chulan's Flash Fruit was interfered with the moment it was activated.

The golden light flashed twice, but failed to complete the transformation to the speed of light.

The silver thread tightened further, leaving marks on his body.

"Sealed item?"

Zhang Chulan frowned, his arms bound to his sides, making it difficult for him to move.

"The Quanxing Sect's 300-year-old collection is not just for show."

Gong Qing took two steps closer and looked down at Zhang Chulan, who was bound by silver threads.

"Your speed to light requires your body to complete an energy conversion. If you interfere with the conversion process, you won't be able to escape."

"It seems you've studied me."

Zhang Chulan's tone remained calm.

"I always do things with preparation."

Gong Qing reached out to take Zhang Chulan's business card.

Whether you give it to me or not is not important.

"The important thing is that Quanxing needs to know just how many tricks the gashapon merchant behind you really has up his sleeve."

"You are the way we get to know you."

Just as his fingers were about to touch Zhang Chulan's breast pocket...

Blue light seeped out from the gaps in the silver lines.

The sealing runes on those silver lines are aimed at the "flow of energy"...

They can interfere with the conversion of light particles in the Sparkling Fruit and slow down the flow of Qi.

However, the flames of the phoenix do not belong to energy; they are the overflow of life force itself.

You can't use sealing magic to stop a person's heartbeat.

Chi Chi Chi!

The silver threads made a piercing sound in the blue flames, and the runes on them dimmed one by one.

"Impossible, the sealing level of the Spirit Binding Silk..."

Gong Qing abruptly pulled his hand back.

Snapped.

All the silver wires broke simultaneously.

The fragments turned to ash in the blue flames and drifted away with the air currents.

"Gong Qing, I don't want to waste my time here."

Zhang Chulan emerged from the silver threads, his entire body enveloped in flowing blue flames.

The range of the blue flame is expanding.

The array patterns on the floor began to crack upon contact with the blue flames.

The Quanxing Mountain Protection Formation, which had been in use for three hundred years, was being eroded inch by inch by this life-giving fire.

The array's light flickered violently a few times, then collapsed outwards like a shattered piece of glass.

Gong Qing took three steps back.

The Quanxing members in the bar took ten steps back.

The formation shattered.

All the meticulously arranged runes, engravings, and magic circle cores on the floor and walls of the entire bar were reduced to nothing in the blue flames.

Zhang Chulan extinguished the flames and patted off the pieces of his burned clothes.

"My boss said something."

He pinched the business card between two fingers and tossed it at Gong Qing.

"When Darkseid attacks, it doesn't matter if you're good or evil."

"Everyone who can go to the battlefield must go; not a single one can be missing."

Gong Qing raised his hand to take the business card and took a half step back.

"Zhang Chulan..."

He stared at the black card, his chest heaving, his eyes behind his glasses displaying an extremely complex expression.

humiliation.

The protective array he had set up for half a year was burned to ashes by a young man in his twenties with blue fire.

The Binding Spirit Silk was a priceless treasure passed down through generations of the Quanxing sect, and now not even ashes remain.

Moreover, judging from the force of the business card just now, Zhang Chulan hadn't even used his full strength!

Gong Qing took several deep breaths to calm himself down, and the expression on his face gradually turned calm.

The reason he was able to take the position of acting sect leader was never because of his martial prowess, but because of his calmer mind than anyone else's.

He had seen some clips of Wang Ai's fate.

Despite his cultivation level of ten elders and the assimilation power of demons, he was ultimately crushed into powder by that group of unknown individuals.

Zhang Chulan, standing before them, was merely the weakest among that group.

"That shop," Gong Qing crouched down to pick up the business card, "how am I supposed to protect myself if I go there?"

"Do you think you need to consider this?" Zhang Chulan asked in return.

Upon hearing this, Gong Qing silently put the business card into his sweater pocket.

"Xia He, Gao Ning, come with me, you too."

He called out to those behind him, then looked at the two members of the Four Madmen who hadn't moved from the corner.

"Go to all of them?" Xia He raised an eyebrow.

"Go, all of you." Gong Qing pushed up his glasses, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "They've got a knife to their throats; it would be too stupid not to go and see."

Hearing this, Zhang Chulan thought to himself that the person was quite perceptive.

He channeled his thoughts, and the black business card glowed blue in Gong Qing's palm, opening a portal in the center of the bar.

On the other side of the door is the warm and bright interior of the All-Heavens Gashapon Shop.

Gong Qing straightened his sweater collar and stepped inside first.

Xia He, Gao Ning, and two other members of the Four Madmen followed closely behind.

"Let's wait for him to come back; it shouldn't be too long."

Zhang Chulan was the last to enter, and he glanced back at the remaining members of the Quanxing underclass who were looking at each other blankly.

The portal is closed.

Inside the Gashapon Shop of All Gods.

Li Ang was sitting on the Void Throne with his legs crossed, a bowl of instant noodles on the coffee table in front of him.

The door opened, but he didn't even look up. He simply picked up a handful of noodles with his chopsticks and slurped it down.

Gong Qing was the first to come out. His first action after entering the room was to look around...

The small shop, measuring 30 square meters, has shelves filled with colorful gashapon toys.

A price list was posted behind the counter, and in the corner were two gashapon machines, one emerald green and the other silver-gray.

very common.

Gong Qing's gaze lingered on Li Ang for a moment.

The man looked to be in his early twenties, with regular features and a gentle smile.

There is no sense of threat whatsoever.

But Gong Qing's intuition was screaming a warning.

This feeling only arises when facing a monster of Zhang Zhiwei's caliber.

Xia He, Gao Ning, and two other members of the Four Madmen also came out.

Five people stood in the middle of the gashapon shop, some wary, some curious, and some trying to appear calm.

Welcome!

Li Ang put down his chopsticks and casually wiped the corner of his mouth.

"I have long admired the acting leader of Quanxing."

He glanced at the guests' lineup, his gaze lingering on Gong Qing for a moment, and then he smiled.

"You made quite a commotion when you visited the Tianxia Society last time. Feng Zhenghao's office still isn't fixed, is it?"

"You must be the gashapon merchant." Gong Qing raised an eyebrow, cutting to the chase without any pleasantries. "Zhang Chulan said you have things here to deal with Parademons, so I came to take a look at your goods."

"You can inspect the goods."

Li Ang stood up from the throne, took two steps in the air, and landed on the ground.

"But let's agree on the rules first."

"You can't lay a hand on someone in my shop."

Gong Qing pushed up his glasses and chuckled.

"I'm not here to fight."