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

If we exclude individual ability, there is only one answer left.

This overwhelming sense of crisis stems from the potential collapse of the entire tribe.

What an idiot!

Xu Daozhen's face turned ashen.

The law of withering went out of control, and a gray-white halo expanded violently in the sky, shredding the clouds within a radius of dozens of miles into nothingness.

It must be Shen Tian.

He was absolutely that arrogant and reckless fool who thought he had gained some strength and disregarded the overall situation, forcibly leading the Dragon Kingdom to war against various foreign races.

I've endured so much for so many years, for what?

He recalled the early days of the cataclysm.

As humanity declined, alien races descended like gods, slaughtering all living beings.

He, Ye Zhen, and Lu Changfeng established the Tian Shu Bureau, struggling to survive in the cracks.

He chose the most conservative and cruel path—compromise.

He cut off resources from countless small cities on the front lines.

He watched helplessly as countless low-level martial artists were torn apart by the alien race.

He bore the brunt of countless people's condemnation.

But he felt it was worth it.

Because humans need time.

We need to concentrate all resources to build a true tenth-order god.

We can only start a war when we have the power to overturn everything!

Now, it's all over.

Xu Daozhen gritted his teeth.

That terrifying sense of life-or-death crisis must be because the Dragon Kingdom has reached a critical moment of life and death.

Years of hard work have gone to waste.

All the grand scheme he painstakingly laid out was ruined because of a hothead!

boom.

The ground was trampled and cracked.

The grayish-white shockwave spread outwards, forcing the elite troops of the Tian Shu Bureau around to retreat in horror.

Ye Zhen. Lu Changfeng.

As soon as Xu Daozhen landed, he shouted angrily.

The pressure of a peak ninth-tier cultivator poured out without reservation.

Three figures walked quickly ahead.

It was Ye Zhen, Lu Changfeng, and Ouyang Qianjue, who had just emerged from seclusion.

Seeing Xu Daozhen's furious appearance, the three of them stopped in their tracks, their expressions quite strange.

Ye Zhen, in particular, twitched at the corner of his eye and opened his mouth as if to say something, but was rudely interrupted by Xu Daozhen.

"Even you guys have emerged from seclusion?"

"It seems the situation has reached a point where there is no time to lose!"

"Has the Dragon Kingdom's army already set off in full force?"

Xu Daozhen stared intently at the three of them, his anger blazing.

The square was completely silent.

The only sound was the rustling of fallen leaves in the wind.

Ouyang Qianjue looked at the furious Xu Daozhen with a complicated expression.

Seeing that the three remained silent, Xu Daozhen became even more certain of his guess.

He was so angry that he laughed instead.

"Outrageous. Utterly outrageous. You're just going to let that little beast run wild?"

"I've been planning this for years, waiting for this one opportunity. Now, it's all been ruined by his arrogance."

Everyone looked at Xu Daozhen with a hint of regret in their eyes.

Xu Daozhen sensed the unusual atmosphere.

Lu Changfeng sighed and shook his head.

"Old Xu, you've been in seclusion for too long."

"Too long in seclusion?"

Xu Daozhen sneered.

"I think you're all confused. You're going crazy with that brat. Do you really think you can fight off an alien army with just hot blood?"

Ye Zhen looked at Xu Daozhen, whose beard and hair were bristling with anger, sighed, and shook his head. He wanted to explain, but found himself at a loss for words.

Ouyang Qianjue took a step forward.

"Xu Tianzhu, things aren't as you think. The Dragon Kingdom isn't facing a life-or-death crisis, and the alien races haven't attacked. On the contrary..."

Ouyang Qianjue was interrupted before he could finish speaking.

The grayish-white airflow suddenly expanded, like a burst of smoke.

Xu Daozhen waved his sleeve.

The stone slabs on the ground shattered into dust.

"If I weren't facing a crisis, why would I feel like disaster is imminent?"

Xu Daozhen's eyes widened in anger.

"You've all been bewitched by that Shen Tian! Where is that old Shen Tian? Tell him to come see me! I'm going to personally cripple his cultivation to set the record straight!"

Xu Daozhen's voice boomed like thunder, echoing across the empty square.

The sound waves caused the glass in the surrounding buildings to shatter.

The elites of the Tian Shu Bureau all lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at this newly breakthrough peak expert.

Just now.

above the sky.

Everyone looked up.

A crack suddenly appeared in the gray-white clouds.

The gap widened rapidly, like a giant eye opening out of thin air.

A deep purple-gold light poured down from the crack.

The light cascaded down, instantly dispersing the withered air currents that Xu Daozhen had arranged in mid-air.

The air stopped moving.

Shen Tian came out.

The seemingly ordinary figure caused Xu Daozhen's pupils to shrink sharply.

The sense of crisis that had been lingering in his heart suddenly erupted at this moment.

How is that possible!

Cold sweat broke out on Xu Daozhen's forehead.

It wasn't just Xu Daozhen.

Below, in the plaza of the Tian Shu Bureau, tens of thousands of elite martial artists felt their breath catch in their throats.

A vast and powerful pressure, like the mighty might of heaven, acted directly upon them.

Purple-gold blood and qi surged around Shen Tian's body.

Xu Daozhen raised his head and looked up at the black-clad youth who was looking down at him.

At that moment, the sense of life-or-death crisis reached its peak.

Xu Daozhen's emaciated body trembled violently.

He looked at Shen Tian, ​​his gaze piercing through the layer of purple-gold light, as if he had witnessed some incredible miracle.

He miraculously calmed down.

He got it.

Ye Zhen and Lu Changfeng's strange expressions, Ouyang Qianjue's hesitant words—all conveyed a sense of impending doom, yet the source of which remained elusive.

It turns out, the alien race didn't attack.

It turns out that not only did humanity not perish, but a power that transcended the entire era was born in this young man.

No wonder.

Xu Daozhen exhaled a long breath of stale air.

The gray-white withering laws surrounding him, which were originally incredibly violent and even threatened to devour the entire plaza, gradually subsided.

As a ruthless hero who struggled through the dark ages, personally established a strict hierarchical system, and even risked eternal infamy.

He has his own bottom line and pride.

"You win."

Xu Daozhen looked at Shen Tian, ​​his gaze filled with a hint of relief.

"I've spent half my life setting up schemes and playing the villain, all to delay the arrival of a tenth-tier human. I never imagined that the one who would finally break this deadlock would be a variable like you."

"So, you think everything you've done is right?"

Shen Tian's voice came from mid-air.

What's the difference between right and wrong?

Xu Daozhen straightened his back, his gray robe fluttering in the wind.

"Resources are limited, and with alien armies pressing in, if we don't concentrate our efforts on supporting our elite forces, Earth would have been finished long ago! Do you think I'm willing to watch those lower-level martial artists die? But this is a necessary sacrifice!"

He opened his arms, looked directly into Shen Tian's eyes, and spoke in a booming voice.

"You reserved resources for those you thought had a chance of breaking through. But you forgot that if a martial artist's backbone is broken, even if you create a tenth-level being, they will only be a spineless false god. True protection is never achieved through compromise and sacrificing the weak."