Chinese Superman

"I may be old, but I'm not dead! If you want to eat me, my old bones will knock out your little cat's teeth first!"

Mr. Qian regarded tigers as cats, holding a golden staff and wielding it like a wheel.

Wherever the golden staff passed, the light condensed into a tangible substance, sometimes serving as a shield to block spears and halberds, and sometimes transforming into a sharp blade to sever chains.

The mysterious patterns on the staff seemed to come alive.

The phantom of the divine bird cried out and circled around, counteracting the devouring force of the tiger's mouth.

The fish-like patterns swam, dissolving the invisible constraints and ignoring the suppressive force.

A chilling wind howled, ghosts wailed, and thousands upon thousands of vengeful spirits rushed in.

"Are you still going to be an accomplice to evil even when you're about to die? Get out of here!"

Old Qian scolded him and suddenly slammed his golden staff down.

"Thump"

The staff's end struck the copper tongue at the tiger's mouth, creating a golden wave that swept across all directions, turning all demons and monsters to ashes!

Thus, in their duel, even though Chen Mo activated his innate spiritual power and burned some of his life force, he was still unable to suppress Old Qian, who had already fallen into the tiger's den.

Qian Lao remained as steady as Mount Tai. In his hands, the Sanxingdui Golden Staff seemed to be more than just a weapon; it was a symbol of authority and ritual, combining offense and defense. Its golden light was righteous and peaceful yet indestructible, unafraid of the mysterious power of the Tiger-Eating-Man Wine Vessel.

After dozens of rounds of fierce fighting, Chen Mo gradually felt his strength waning.

Old Master Qian's spiritual power was more enduring and profound than he had imagined. After all, one was a Lesser Innate Realm cultivator and the other was a Greater Innate Realm cultivator. The difference between them was not only in lifespan but also in spiritual power.

More importantly, the Golden Staff is of a higher grade than the Tiger Devouring Man Wine Vessel!

In a battle of equal skill, without any elemental advantage or disadvantage between the relics, Qian Lao would undoubtedly defeat Chen Mo.

To bridge the gap, unless...

"You old bastard! You forced me into this situation, now none of us should live!!"

A glint of madness flashed in Chen Mo's eyes. He no longer cared about the consequences, and suddenly burned most of his life force and poured all his spiritual power into the Tiger-Eating-Man Vessel in his hand.

"With my life as a sacrifice, the true form of the relic—the divine tiger—is resurrected, devouring the heavens and the earth!"

"Roar—"

This time, it was a tiger's roar that truly resounded throughout the entire Boshan furnace's alternate dimension, filled with boundless ferocity.

The bronze object, which was only 35 centimeters long and was being held by Chen Mo, suddenly slipped out of his control and completely revived.

It curled its tiger tail, swallowed the bronze figure in its mouth, and stepped onto the ground on all fours, soaring into the sky. With each step it took, its body would swell, exuding a terrifying aura.

one meter!

Ten meters!

meters!

The tiger-devouring vessel transformed into a bronze divine tiger with true life and consciousness, over a thousand meters long, with blood-red eyes like the sun, and its body adorned with cloud and thunder patterns, kui dragon patterns, and fish scale patterns flowing with mysterious power.

Clouds follow the dragon, wind follows the tiger.

As soon as the bronze divine tiger moved, a ten-mile-long gale howled. With a single breath, the clouds, golden light, and even the distant bronze mountains in the entire space rose from the ground and fell into its blood-red maw.

What it wants to devour is not just Mr. Qian, but the vast Taoist paradise!

This breaks the spatial barrier of the Western Han Dynasty gilt bronze Boshan censer!

Just as the world-destroying power was about to be fully unleashed—

"That scoundrel Chen is fighting desperately! Old Qian, be careful! I'm coming to your aid!"

A calm, middle-aged man's voice seemed to come from beyond the heavens, resounding throughout the space.

Immediately afterwards, the entire Boshan furnace alternate dimension came to life!

"hold head high!"

"roar!"

"hiss!"

The previously faint phantoms of divine dragons, mythical beasts, and celestial birds have now solidified, emitting various cries as they pounce on the rampaging bronze divine tiger from all directions.

Golden cloud patterns transformed into thousands of thick, shimmering chains, rattling and clattering like a net hanging from the sky, wrapping around the divine tiger's limbs, torso, and neck!

It was the one who controlled the Boshan Furnace who unleashed the full power of this legendary artifact, transforming all the spirits of the celestial realm to suppress the ferocious tiger!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Qian Lao's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he poured all his spiritual power into the Sanxingdui Golden Staff without reservation.

The golden staff shone brilliantly, its entire body flowing like liquid gold. All the patterns on the staff shone simultaneously, moving flexibly, and finally converging at a single point on the tip.

The tip of the staff instantly transformed into a miniature sun!

"The ancient Shu royal power, the golden crow patrols the sky, break it for this old man—"

Holding a golden staff, Qian Lao stepped on a flying swallow, transforming into a dazzling golden rainbow that tore through space. It ripped apart the devouring force field and overwhelming baleful aura surrounding the bronze divine tiger, and with incredible speed and angle, it stabbed at the tiger's eyes, which were as red as the blood sun!

"Pfft"

A golden rainbow pierces the eyes!

"roar--"

The fierce and furious roar of the tiger reverberated throughout the world!

The bronze tiger's left eye exploded open with a bang, and golden light burst forth from within, like a golden crow spreading its wings and soaring through the sky. In an instant, it pierced through half of the enormous head, bursting out from the back of the head. The residual force did not dissipate, and it traversed 100,000 meters before finally landing on the distant blue sea, stirring up countless waves.

Take advantage of his illness and kill him.

The myriad spirits evolved from the Boshan furnace seized the opportunity to launch a fierce attack. Golden chains deeply pierced the body of the divine tiger, with countless beasts tearing and biting, and dragon shadows entwining around.

Under attack from both inside and outside, the true form of the divine tiger that Chen Mo had summoned by burning most of his life finally let out a mournful roar of unwillingness. Its huge body began to disintegrate, turning back into streams of bronze energy, which shrank back into Chen Mo's hand and became a dimly lit tiger-eating vessel.

"puff!"

Chen Mo felt as if he had been struck by a heavy blow, and he spat out a mouthful of blood mixed with pieces of his internal organs.

His face instantly turned ashen, his hair turned completely white and dry, his skin became covered in wrinkles, his breath became weak, and the flame of his life flickered like a candle in the wind.

"We...we lost..."

"But the defeat was not unjust. With the Boshan Furnace and the Golden Staff, unless the Guardian of the Nation is tasked with controlling the flames, anyone who comes will die."

Chen Mo staggered backward, almost losing his balance, and the tiger-eating-man wine vessel in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

The Taoist paradise of Boshan Furnace slowly returned to calm, and the phantoms of myriad spirits and the golden chains gradually dissipated.

Holding the Sanxingdui golden staff, whose radiance was restrained yet still exuded nobility, Qian Lao landed not far in front of Chen Mo, looking at his once trusted subordinate with a complex expression.

Chen Mo struggled to lift his head, his unfocused eyes looking at Old Qian, a forced, ugly smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, his voice barely a whisper.

After a moment of silence, Mr. Qian slowly spoke, his voice somewhat hoarse:

"Chen Mo...do you have any last words?"

Upon hearing Qian Lao's question, Chen Mo, who had been ferocious and savage during the death battle, regained his composure and elegance.

He straightened his collar and clothes slightly, preparing to pick up the Tiger Devouring Man Vessel and stand up, but a golden staff knocked the Tiger Devouring Man Vessel away.

"Don't worry, Mr. Qian, I'm exhausted and have no strength left to resist."

Chen Mo didn't care. He smiled faintly, revealing his mouth full of blood and foam: "I...I only lost, but...I didn't lose!"

He strained to straighten his hunched back, his voice weak and steady, yet carrying an almost obsessive fervor: "Since ancient times... the victor is king, the loser is villain, what's there to say..."

"I, Chen Mo... though defeated and dead, have not yet lost; my bloodline... still has a place to go!"

"As long as the bloodline continues... and the ideals endure... one day... the Chen family will surely rise overseas and stand at the pinnacle of the new era!"

"Hahahaha...cough cough cough..."

As Chen Mo spoke, he burst into wild laughter and coughed up several mouthfuls of blood.

Mr. Qian looked at him calmly.

It's like watching someone who's lost in a dream and doesn't want to wake up.

Old Qian slowly said, "You mean... Chen Miao, Chen Hao, and others who are 'studying' overseas?"

Chen Mo's laughter stopped abruptly.

His expression... froze!