Chinese Superman

The image of Zhenwu Emperor is like a sword piercing away a magnificent golden seal, as if it were merely brushing away a speck of dust.

This quasi-national relic, the "Gold Seal of the King of Han-Wa-nu," lost all its luster, rolled and shrank, shrinking back to the size of a walnut, before falling to the scorched earth in the distance, no longer possessing any of its mystique.

The entire process was handled with effortless grace, almost like a myth.

Xia Xinghan and Gu Zhiqi were deeply shocked by what they saw.

You should know that it was a quasi-national relic activated by a powerful expert at the Innate Realm!

Its foundation has been largely restored.

Suppressing several legendary figures was a piece of cake.

How could it be resolved so... easily?

Is this the power of the True Martial Emperor?

Just as the two were filled with excitement, the bronze-cast gilded emperor statue, standing on the Black Tortoise and exuding divine might, gradually withdrew its radiant light and strange phenomena. Instead of leaving immediately, it lowered its head, and two beams of majestic gaze that pierced through the netherworld fell on Xia Xinghan.

"Why is the True Martial Emperor looking at me?" Xia Xinghan wondered to himself.

The next moment, a calm yet profound thought, clear and distinct, resonated directly in his heart.

It is not a sound in the traditional sense, yet it conveys the true meaning more directly than any language.

"Young friend, how have you been?"

"When we met briefly in the past, I immediately sensed your extraordinary brilliance. I never imagined that in such a short time, you would have become someone of exceptional talent. You laid the foundation for martial arts, and the title of 'Martial Ancestor' is truly well-deserved. Now, you are emerging from the abyss, stirring up the winds and clouds. This is a truly delightful sight."

"It's Zhang Zhenren."

Xia Xinghan was slightly taken aback, then suddenly realized.

It was indeed Zhang Zhenren communicating with himself through the Emperor's statue.

He followed suit and quickly mastered the technique of telepathic communication, silently replying, "Master Zhang is too kind. I merely acted by chance and did what I could. Thank you for your help today, Master, in resolving this crisis."

The emperor's image appeared slightly surprised.

But when he thought about the fact that the other party was the Martial Ancestor, who was exceptionally talented, he understood.

The thought returned again: "It was nothing, just a small favor. This is not a place for a long talk. My wisp of divine consciousness is entrusted to the statue of the Ancestral Master, and it cannot last long; it will dissipate in a moment. Young friend, if you have finished this matter and have some free time, would you be willing to come to my Wudang Mountain for a chat? I do have something I wish to discuss with the Martial Ancestor."

Xia Xinghan's heart stirred; the Dao Ancestor's invitation must be for something important.

He silently replied in his heart, "I am deeply honored by Master Zhang's invitation. Once this matter is settled, I will certainly visit Wudang Mountain in person."

"good."

The thought sent out its last word, then receded like the tide, leaving no trace.

Immediately afterwards, the last trace of mystical light around the Zhenwu Emperor statue completely receded, as if it had transformed back into a solemn and majestic gilded statue.

Xuanwu, carrying the image of the True Martial Emperor, let out a deep cry, turned around, and transformed into a long black rainbow that pierced the sky, rushing towards Wudang Mountain. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the horizon.

Only when the statue of Zhenwu Emperor completely disappeared did Gu Zhiqi wake up as if from a dream.

She whirled around, her clear, cold eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at Xia Xinghan: "Junior...Junior Brother? Just now...were you...talking to the True Martial Emperor?!"

It's simply unbelievable that mortals can communicate with gods.

Moreover, the other party is an Emperor-level being who governs the North and is in charge of vanquishing demons!

The world has truly changed.

Could it be that myths and legends are not mere fabrications, but rather that there was indeed an incredible period in ancient times that has been buried in the dust of history and forgotten by later generations?

Even though Gu Zhi Qiu had already reached the Innate Realm of Mind, the series of shocks she suffered today were simply too unbelievable, making it almost impossible for her to maintain her usual aloofness.

Seeing Gu Zhiqi's stunned and shocked expression, Xia Xinghan couldn't help but smile and explain, "Senior Sister, that wasn't the real True Martial Emperor descending."

"That imperial statue is the seated statue of Zhenwu the Great in the Golden Hall of Wudang Mountain, which is a relic. It contains a wisp of Zhang Zhenren's divine consciousness, well... you can think of it as his thoughts. The one who was communicating with me just now was Zhang Zhenren."

"Master Zhang...the Dao Ancestor?!"

Gu Zhi Qiu was still shocked, but she could understand it a little better now.

At least it's not a myth reappearing; the True Martial Emperor has descended.

A surge of intense curiosity welled up within her: "Master Zhang... what did he say to you?"

What could the Dao Ancestor, the number one person in the world, possibly want with his junior brother who is only six years old (according to official weapon wielder data)?

"Master Zhang has invited me to Wudang Mountain when I have some free time."

As Xia Xinghan spoke, he walked toward Prince Renhui, who was slumped on the ground, barely breathing.

"You have something to invite me to? To Wudang Mountain?"

Gu Zhi Qiu was even more surprised.

The dignified Dao Ancestor would take the initiative to invite his junior brother?

That's incredibly impressive!

Junior brother, who exactly are you?

She wanted to ask more, but seeing that Xia Xinghan had already walked to Prince Renhui's side, she followed him, but her doubts only deepened.

Prince Renhui slumped on the scorched earth, his face deathly pale and his eyes unfocused. He had just burned his life force to activate the golden seal, but it was forcibly broken, and he was now completely exhausted.

He saw Xia Xinghan approaching, his remaining arrogance mingled with fear, and he struggled to hiss, "What...what are you going to do?! I...I am the son of the Heavenly King! A descendant of the noble royal bloodline!"

"If you...if you dare to kill me...my father...the Kingdom of Ying...will never let you go! They will...they will..."

Before he could finish his blustering but cowardly threat, Xia Xinghan reached out her small hand and grabbed the front of his luxurious robe.

then……

Xia Xinghan raised his other small hand and slapped him across the face with both hands!

Prince Renhui was stunned by the beating; his originally terrified gaze was now filled with astonishment and humiliation.

"My dad has never hit me..."

"You've been spoiled, so I'm hitting you!"

While fanning himself, Xia Xinghan imitated Prince Renhui's tone, speaking in a clear, childish voice: "The Xia people are of lowly birth? Hmm? Noble bloodline? Hmm?"

"Slap! Slap!"

"A mere descendant of a vassal state, who has usurped the seal of investiture, dares to presume to claim royal authority? And is he worthy to speak of noble bloodlines?"

"Snapped!"

"Your life is precious, but other people's lives are worthless? Who gave you this sense of superiority?!"

"Snapped!"

For every word spoken, he was given a slap in the face.

Xia Xinghan was very careful with his strength, not because he was afraid of hurting him, but because he was afraid of killing Prince Renhui.

Prince Renhui had never suffered such humiliation.

He was slapped until he was dizzy and his cheeks swelled up quickly, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Hearing Xia Xinghan's reprimand, he was filled with shock and anger, but he didn't even have the strength to struggle.

"You...you dare...you dare..."

Prince Renhui was so angry that he trembled all over.

"Keep shouting, keep shouting."

"you--"

"But it's just barking like a dog."

"puff!"

Prince Renhui was in a fit of impotent rage. Before he could finish speaking, he spat out blood, rolled his eyes, and fainted from anger. His remaining life force quickly dissipated, and his breath grew weaker and weaker. It was clear that he would not survive.

Gu Zhi Qiu watched from the side, unable to suppress a smile, her icy expression seemingly melting away.

"Junior brother, you have truly mastered my teachings!"

She stepped forward to check on Prince Renhui's condition, then shook her head regretfully: "He's dead. A living prince is more valuable."

"Good riddance! The death of the prince makes it all the more satisfying."

Xia Xinghan clapped his hands dismissively, looking indifferent.

"If the King of Japan were to ransom him, I wouldn't be able to eat or sleep properly. Why bother?"

"Yes, that's true."

Gu Zhi Qiu nodded in agreement.