I became a god through frontier slaughter, and I crushed the academy's prodigies!

Zhou Xuan stood there, watching the black figure walk into the sunset.

Her trench coat fluttered in the wind, her steps were steady.

Like a knife, stuck between heaven and earth.

Zhou Xuan gripped the metal box, suddenly feeling a little dazed.

He served as an inspector for over a decade and had met countless people.

Ambitious, outwardly fierce but inwardly weak, shrewd and calculating, outwardly strong but inwardly weak.

It comes in all shapes and sizes, all kinds of goods.

But he had only ever met one person like Shen Tian.

They kill without hesitation, and act without delay.

He never makes empty promises and never disappoints people.

Zhou Xuan's lips unconsciously curled up.

An absurd idea popped into my head—

What if Shen Tian really manages to bring down Xu Daozhen?

Then what am I?

A minister who rose to power? A founding hero?

Will Zhou Xuan's name be recorded in the files of the Tian Shu Bureau?

When future generations recall this history, will they say, "The inspector who followed Shen Tian back then was quite a figure"?

Zhou Xuan was startled by his own thoughts.

Then he couldn't help but laugh again.

Come on.

Let's hang up this human head first.

He glanced down at the metal box, quickened his pace, and followed.

……

Shen Tian walked at the front of the group.

Behind them were Qin Zhenshan's shouts as he directed the gathering of supplies, the clamor of the Po Jun Si carrying spoils of war, and the heavy footsteps of Chu Feng controlling the puppets.

But these sounds all sounded as if they were separated by a layer of water.

He's thinking about things.

Zhou Xuan's words just now were like a bucket of cold water, poured at just the right moment.

Ninth level.

The weight of those two words was far greater than he had imagined.

Shen Tian closed his eyes, sorting out his understanding of this path in his mind.

Sixth level, condensing the true meaning of martial arts.

He has done it.

At the seventh level, one takes control of the power of heaven and earth by using the true meaning of martial arts as a guide.

Eighth level: Using the power of heaven and earth to comprehend the laws of heaven and earth.

He had no sense of reality at this step.

And the ninth rank—

To truly master a law.

What is the law?

Shen Tian didn't know.

He has killed a sixth-tier beast king, crushed a fifth-tier martial artist, and slaughtered an army of ten thousand.

But he had never seen a true ninth-tier fighter make a move.

I wonder what it looks like when the laws of nature erupt.

I wonder just how terrifying that level of power is.

Shen Tian opened his eyes.

He knew one thing very well.

The higher you go, the more difficult it becomes to fight opponents of higher levels.

At lower levels, his orange-tier talents were his trump card, capable of overwhelming everything. But what about at higher levels?

These questions have no answers.

Because he's never fought one.

Shen Tian has never been afraid of strong enemies.

But he was never blindly optimistic.

What truly alarmed him was not just Xu Daozhen's martial prowess.

Furthermore, he is one of the Three Pillars of the Tian Shu Bureau, and one of the actual rulers of the Tian Shu Bureau.

Zhou Xuan is right.

He nods, and a city can vanish.

He shook his head; a war could end.

You can't treat this kind of person just as a ninth-level martial artist.

He is also a behemoth woven from power, intelligence, connections, and military strength.

If you oppose him, you must be prepared to be enemies of the whole world!

The whole world is our enemy.

Shen Tian silently repeated those four words in his mind.

It's not an exaggeration.

It's really possible.

Things are different now, and Shen Tian is no longer fighting alone.

He holds military power over two garrison cities and will eventually be stationed in the entire Tianyun Prefecture.

He is not alone anymore.

If Xu Daozhen were to make a move, he would also target the people around him.

If a ninth-tier expert wants to kill someone, no one on the entire planet can protect them.

But a ninth-tier expert can destroy an army or capture a city without even lifting a finger.

One command is enough.

Shen Tian's gaze darkened.

He stood still, slowly raised his head, and looked around.

The battle on the wasteland has been over for some time now.

The warriors of the Three Thousand Broken Army Division are changing their equipment.

The Purple Spirit Clan's Dark Corrosion Gold standard weapons were unpacked and distributed one box at a time.

Armor, gauntlets, and greaves—the complete set.

The materials used in this batch of equipment far surpass those of the current military equipment in China. The moment they put it on, every soldier could clearly feel the light and powerful sensation that came from the contact between the dark gold and their skin.

Reggae slung a dark gold breastplate over his body and patted it twice.

The muffled sound was like the beating of a war drum.

"This thing is really sturdy!"

He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Fighting alongside Boss Shen is awesome. Now, after just one battle, I'm decked out in top-of-the-line gear."

Afei fiddled with a dark gold short bow beside him, pulled the string, and his eyes gleamed.

"This bow is at least five times more resilient than my old bow."

He glanced at the Purple Spirit Clan inscription on the bow arm and muttered something.

"I don't understand it, but it doesn't matter, as long as it can kill things."

Lin Qingyi and Zhao Gang stood together, both wearing full sets of dark gold armor.

Zhao Gang stretched his shoulders a couple of times and lowered his voice.

"Who do you think Boss Shen will fight next?"

Lin Qingyi wiped the knife without looking up.

"I'll hit anyone."

"that is."

Zhao Gang chuckled, "Anyway, just follow him."

These words were spoken lightly, but everyone present took them to heart.

Today, all twelve thousand Purple Spirit Clan members were wiped out.

Of the 3,008 men in the Po Jun Division, not a single one was injured or killed.

This number is enough to make any soldier give his life and follow him wholeheartedly.

Shen Tian took in all of this and glanced at the system panel again.

Kill Points: 356,020

With a kill count of 410,000, Shen Tian reached his highest level in history.

Footsteps came from behind.

Zhou Xuan jogged all the way and stopped in front of Shen Tian.

He no longer had the metal box in his hand, and there was some blood on his collar, indicating that he had just finished his business.

Zhou Xuan stood still.

"It's hung up."

"The location is perfect; you can see it from any angle."

Shen Tian nodded without saying anything.

Zhou Xuan hesitated for a moment, but still spoke.

"Shen Qinwei, I have something to say, but I don't know if I should."

"explain."

Zhou Xuan had served as the inspector for over a decade, and the ability to assess situations was ingrained in his very being. He had witnessed far too many people rise to great heights, and far too many have seen those heights crumble.

But today, he doesn't want to assess the situation.

Zhou Xuan met that gaze and grinned.

He took a step forward, and his speech suddenly quickened, as if he were pouring out all the words he had held back for more than a decade.

"I just thought about it, and Xu Daozhen is terrifying. Ninth rank, Heavenly Pillar of the Celestial Pivot Bureau, one of the few people standing at the very top of the entire Blue Star."

"I know that our current resources are rather meager. We have two garrison cities and six thousand soldiers, most of whom are below the third rank."

"In the past, I would have definitely advised you to be patient. If you could be patient, then be patient; if you could be cunning, then be cunning. Don't go head-to-head with such a behemoth."

"But today—"

Zhou Xuan's eyes lit up.

"I suddenly realized something."

"The path of martial arts is one of struggle, a struggle for destiny."

"And you, Shen Tian, ​​are truly the chosen one!"