Chinese Superman

Chapter 131 The Martial Ancestor Has Gone Mad

"What do you mean, 'your bowl'? Does it have your name on it? It's clearly my bowl!"

"!?"

"What a sharp-tongued and shameless brat!"

Seeing their family's most prized possession, second only to the national treasure, being stolen, the Zheng family members could no longer restrain themselves. Forgetting about reaping the benefits, they roared, "Everyone, follow me and kill! Reclaim the Ru kiln celadon bowl and slay the Martial Ancestor!"

"kill!!"

Several experts from the Zheng family rushed out in response, each employing their own methods.

One person presented a celadon lotus-shaped vessel, its body adorned with exquisite patterns, lotus petals layered and blooming, and shimmering with crystalline light. From the vessel's mouth flowed a clear spring of wine, its intoxicating aroma concealing a deadly intent.

One person threw out a gilded silver plate with Capricorn patterns. The Capricorn fish pattern on the plate seemed to come alive, playing with a pearl in its mouth and spitting out foul-smelling, viscous, black water arrows. Wherever it passed, it pierced through the rocks, and the corrosive power was terrifying.

Another person took out a Song Dynasty Jun kiln rose-purple glazed drum-nail tripod washer. The glaze was blue with red, as bright as a red sunset. The washer was filled with a strange purple liquid, which turned into a poisonous mist when splashed!

Although the Zheng family is not known for its military prowess, their combined strength, made possible by the mysterious nature of their porcelain artifacts, should not be underestimated.

"Ants that band together will still be ants."

Xia Xinghan remained unmoved despite the encirclement.

So what if the relics are mysterious?

The premise is that you hit him.

Now that the Ru kiln celadon bowls no longer suppress and restrict Xia Xinghan's speed, he is completely free!

With a single movement, the entire world suddenly froze, as if entering bullet time, everything slowed down, the incoming relics, the falling leaves, the enemy's expression—everything became slow and clear in his eyes.

Without needing to make any unnecessary movements, Xia Xinghan, flying at high speed, crashed straight into it.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of muffled explosions rang out!

Just as the three Zheng family experts activated the mysterious artifact, their spiritual senses suddenly went off, but they couldn't react in time. They were as fragile as paper when Xia Xinghan rammed into them, shattering their bones and turning their internal organs into mud, which then exploded in mid-air as clouds of blood mist!

The relic in his hand, out of control, lost its luster and fell to the dust.

"They possess only Grade A relics! Their mysteries are unfathomable! The three of them working together can at least hold off the Martial Ancestor for a moment, and then, with just Second Master's intervention, victory will be assured."

"Wait—how come—how come they're all dead!"

One second the Zheng family was confident of victory, the next they were terrified and their hearts were pounding.

"What just happened?"

"It was the Martial Ancestor—it was the Martial Ancestor who killed them!"

"Damn it, Martial Ancestor's speed is too fast, we can't keep up at all!"

"Are the other families all fools? Doesn't anyone carry a relic that can counteract divine speed?"

"The Ru ware celadon bowl is in his hands; no one can stop him now. Let's go!"

The surviving members of the Zheng family had no will to fight and turned to flee, wishing they had two more legs.

"Trying to escape now? Too late."

Xia Xinghan's eyes flashed with an icy light, and his figure suddenly blurred, disappearing from everyone's sight.

Too fast!

Even the "innate eye," which has undergone a complete transformation and shed its mortal form, cannot detect his presence.

Only their spiritual senses blared wildly, issuing frantic warnings that a life-or-death crisis was approaching.

"Help!"

"ah"

"The Martial Ancestor is going berserk!"

Screams echoed continuously throughout the mountains and fields!

The vanished Xia Xinghan is like a grim reaper traversing the mortal world. Every time he "appears," a Zheng family master will perish, either by being punched to death, having his brow pierced by a finger, or being kicked in two!

There are no moves, no techniques.

Only absolute speed, absolute power, and absolute crushing!

In just a few breaths!

With the hidden trump card removed, the rest of the Zheng family were all wiped out!

Corpses fell like rain, and blood stained the mountain streams red. The once-recovering paradise was transformed into a living hell.

A stream at the foot of the mountain.

An elderly man who had been sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed and his energy contained suddenly opened his eyes.

His cloudy old eyes reflected the crimson splattered in the stream, first blank, then turning to shock and rage, and finally igniting a raging inferno!

"Well done—well done, Martial Ancestor!"

The old man's beard and hair stood on end, his whole body trembled, and his voice trembled with extreme anger.

"How dare you—how dare you slaughter all the sons of my Zheng family! What audacity! What a vicious heart!!"

This old man was none other than the true leader of the Zheng family on this trip, the highly respected "Second Master Zheng".

It is also the Zheng family's hidden trump card, holding a national treasure relic!

The Zheng family was determined to obtain Zhongnan Mountain, and they sent out all their elite troops, including one of the few aristocratic families that carried national treasures.

But who could have predicted that so many experts and so many mysterious relics would be slaughtered like clay chickens and earthenware dogs in front of the Martial Ancestor, without even making a splash!

"We can do without Zhongnan Mountain—but this Martial Ancestor must die!!"

The old man's expression was completely replaced by a stern look.

He took out a child-shaped pillow carved from white jade, and lay down on it, resting his head on the porcelain pillow!

[Song Dynasty Ding Ware White Glazed Child Pillow]

Before the spiritual energy was restored, this porcelain pillow was hailed as one of the nine national treasures of the Xia Kingdom. After its restoration, it naturally became a national treasure relic!

"You little Martial Ancestor! Die in your dream!!"

With a stern shout from the old man, the mysterious power of the Child Pillow was activated, and he instantly fell asleep.

at the same time.

Having just wiped out the remnants of the Zheng family, Xia Xinghan suddenly froze, feeling an immense weight on his eyelids. An overwhelming drowsiness surged up, impossible to resist, instantly engulfing his consciousness and plunging his vision into darkness.

This is neither a physical attack nor a mental shock, but a bizarre and mysterious phenomenon that targets consciousness and forcibly pulls people into a dream!

When he opened his eyes again, it was pitch black, a dream without any concept of time or space.

"A mysterious technique that starts with zero frames and instantly pulls people into a dream?"

"The world is full of relics, and we should not underestimate them."

Xia Xinghan looked around, his brows furrowing slightly.

Strangely, he knew he was dreaming, but he couldn't wake up on his own, and he couldn't escape the dream.

"Hahaha, it worked!"

A wild laugh echoed in the darkness as Zheng Erye's consciousness materialized, a savage grin spreading across his face, brimming with smugness: "No matter how strong your body or how powerful your supernatural abilities, once your consciousness enters the dream world, you're nothing but fish on a chopping board. Your life and death are in my hands." *slap*

A crisp, resounding slap exploded in the silent dream!

It doesn't hurt.

Because there is no pain in dreams.

However, it is extremely humiliating!

Master Zheng's laughter stopped abruptly, and he stood there dumbfounded, his old face blank.

"You really think you can defeat me in your dreams?"

Xia Xinghan looked at the bewildered old man from the Zheng family with a mocking expression.

"You—you dare hit me?!"

Master Zheng was incredulous, his voice trembling with extreme humiliation.

Who is he?

The second-in-command of the Zheng family!

He is a prominent figure in the world of power, and is always a guest of honor wherever he goes. He has never been so humiliated.

As a result, I just got slapped in the face by a little brat?

"You brat, do you know who I am?!"

"Snapped!"

Before he could finish speaking, he was met with an even louder slap.

"I don't care who you are, let me out, and I'll leave you with a whole corpse."

"court death!"

"Snapped!"

"This is my dream! I can suppress it with a flick of my hand."

"Snapped!"

"This is bizarre, it's outrageous! This is clearly my dream!!" Master Zheng was almost going crazy. Wasn't this his dream?

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

"Who says it's your dream? I say it's my dream!"

Xia Xinghan kicked the old man of the Zheng family to the ground, then raised his fists and rained down blows, beating the second master of the Zheng family until he was dizzy and in a sorry state.

Unfortunately, pain cannot be perceived in dreams.

"You little brat, go ahead and hit me!" The old man from the Zheng family simply covered his head and refused to let Xia Xinghan leave, cursing viciously, "Heh heh, you're hitting me in the dream, but others are hitting your physical body in the outside world."

"I believe that within a few minutes, your body will be smashed into a bloody pulp, and then you will die, your soul scattered!"

Xia Xinghan, who had beaten the old man of the Zheng family black and blue, paused, his face full of surprise: "Old man, don't you know that there's something called fighting instinct, or conditioned reflex?"

"what?"

The old man from the Zheng family was stunned.

Fighting instinct?

Conditioned reflex?

What's going on? You were asleep, how could you still show off your skills?

"Besides, once I lose control of my body, hey~ some really fun things will happen." Xia Xinghan's smile became even brighter.

On the mountain peak.

After his consciousness was pulled into the dream, Xia Xinghan's body suddenly stopped moving, his eyes closed, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep.

next moment.

Without conscious control, the previously "shutdown" "True Explanation of the Refining Apertures of the Universe and the Stars" started operating on its own, with millions of cells in the body spinning wildly like stars, releasing a powerful gravitational field.

The magnetic field is rotating!

"boom"

Suddenly.

The Zhongnan Mountains, which are in the process of recovery, experienced a violent tremor.

Within these mountains, it seems as if an ancient, ferocious beast, slumbering beneath the earth, has been awakened, opening its enormous, blood-red maw to devour the heavens and the earth, gulping down the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

The originally magnificent spiritual energy, which was like a river of light flowing backward and a waterfall of rosy clouds rushing forth, was instantly seized by an irresistible suction force, as if it had found its source, like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, and surged wildly towards one place.

That was where Xia Xinghan stood.

Once his automatic cultivation is activated, he can devour the spiritual energy within a radius of a hundred miles. With so much spiritual matter gathered, it almost becomes tangible, so dense that it drips like water.

But before it could truly condense into spiritual liquid, it was devoured and completely refined by Xia Xinghan.

"What's going on?!"

"Is there a problem with the revitalization of Zhongnan Mountain due to the surge of spiritual energy?"

"The origin is the Martial Ancestor."

"Regardless, seize this opportunity and kill him quickly!"

"The Martial Ancestor's dream of falling asleep must be the work of the Second Master of the Zheng family. This opportunity is too good to miss, for it will not come again."

"kill--!!"

After a brief moment of astonishment, an overwhelming sense of elation engulfed the other members of the aristocratic families.

How could they possibly miss such a golden opportunity?

In an instant, the sounds of slaughter shook the heavens, and the chilling killing intent made even the winter wind of Zhongnan Mountain freeze!

On each mountain peak, a magnificent light shone!

More than a dozen powerful relics were simultaneously unleashed, tearing through the night and hurtling towards the mountaintop, aiming to completely kill the Martial Ancestor.

"boom"

As the saying goes, when Heaven unleashes its killing intent, stars shift and constellations change; when Earth unleashes its killing intent, dragons and snakes rise from the land; when man unleashes his killing intent, Heaven and Earth are overturned!

At this moment, the mysteries of more than a dozen relics erupted one after another.

Candlelight blazed in the sky, mirrors shone brightly, swords flashed, and bronze towers stood tall, causing yin and yang to be reversed, the five elements to be overturned, and space to shatter like glass. The mountain where Xia Xinghan stood was directly reduced to ashes.

"Now he should be dead, right?"

"Even with your body of steel, you cannot withstand the power of numerous relics."

"Heh heh, the Martial Ancestor is now a thing of the past."

"That attack just now, let alone you, even if Master Zhang were standing in Wudang, he might not be able to withstand it."

Amidst the peaks, bursts of cold laughter and mockery echoed. Many breathed a sigh of relief, as if a mountain had been lifted from their hearts.

however--

Their eyes widened, their smiles froze on their faces, and they all shattered their jaws.

At the center of the destructive storm, Xia Xinghan could be vaguely seen. He was still asleep, standing in mid-air, and had not fallen despite the destruction of the mountain.

This scene resembled a prank by a student who suddenly pulled the chair away from a classmate who was fast asleep at the desk, only to find that the classmate remained motionless, sitting firmly on the air.

"W--What's going on?!"

Why isn't he dead yet?

"Can anyone explain what we're seeing?"

"Special abilities? Mysterious relics? Or some kind of alien advanced technology?"

Everyone was utterly shocked.

All that could be seen around Xia Xinghan was the distorted space and blurred scenery, as if he were surrounded by an outer ring of the event horizon.

The various relics' powers that attacked—whether it was blazing flames, sharp sword energy, or eerie sound waves—were like falling into a bottomless abyss when they touched this outer ring of the [Event Horizon]. They were pulled by an invisible force, began to spin and stretch wildly, and kept "falling" towards the center, yet they seemed to never be able to touch Xia Xinghan's true body at the center!

(Celadon Lotus Vase)

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