If I made you a special forces soldier, would you become a terrestrial god?

Watching those dozen or so figures stroll leisurely through the hail of bullets, as if taking a walk in their own backyard, Old Cat and his mercenaries' last line of defense completely collapsed.

"No! Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"

A mercenary frantically emptied the last magazine of bullets from his gun, then, as if throwing away a hot potato, tossed the gun far away and turned to disappear into the jungle.

However, after taking only two steps, his body suddenly stiffened, and he looked down at his chest in disbelief.

A neatly shaved index finger had somehow emerged from his back, its tip carrying a faint yet incredibly sharp white aura.

"puff."

The finger was pulled back.

The mercenary's body seemed to have all its strength drained away, and he collapsed limply. Not a single drop of blood flowed from the finger-sized hole in his chest. The flesh around the wound had been completely shredded by that domineering sword energy.

Yu Fei's figure quietly appeared behind him, and then disappeared like a ghost.

Shaoshang Sword.

Among the Six Meridian Divine Swords, the sword path is powerful and the sword strike is earth-shattering.

"Hey, stop running around! Play with your gossipy grandpa a little longer!"

Shi Sanba's figure, like a roc spreading its wings, leaped up from the crowd, made a graceful turn in mid-air, and struck out with both palms at the same time!

"The dragon soars in the sky!"

Two incredibly powerful golden dragon-shaped palm strikes roared out from the left and right, accurately hitting the other two mercenaries who were frantically fleeing with their backs to him.

"Boom! Boom!"

There were no screams, no flying blood and gore.

The two mercenaries were struck by the palm strike as if they had been hit head-on by an invisible giant hammer. Their chests caved in, and their internal organs, along with their spines, were instantly pulverized!

They collapsed to the ground like two puddles of mud, dying instantly.

Throughout the entire killing field, Leng Feng remained the most eye-catching figure.

Unlike the others, he didn't rush to hunt down the scattered and defeated soldiers.

His goal, from beginning to end, has always been the same.

Old cat.

He moved with the light-footed grace of Lingbo Weibu, his figure leaving blurry afterimages on the battlefield. Each flash was accompanied by a piercing scream and the fall of a mercenary.

He would occasionally flick his finger, and an invisible sword aura would shoot out, leaving a tiny red dot on the enemy's brow.

Sometimes he would point his fingers together like a knife, and a crimson flame blade of energy would sweep out, slicing a running enemy in half at the waist.

He was like an elegant yet ruthless Grim Reaper, waging a magnificent killing spree in his own domain.

Less than thirty seconds.

Of the original six-man mercenary squad, only Old Cat survived.

He stood alone amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, trembling violently, his rifle long since lost.

It wasn't that he didn't want to run, but that he realized he couldn't escape at all.

No matter which direction he turned, there was always a cold and mocking aura locking onto him, as if laughing at all his futile efforts.

"now you."

Leng Feng's figure appeared silently in front of him.

"No! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

With a "plop," Old Cat's knees buckled, and he knelt down, tears streaming down his face. He desperately kowtowed and begged for mercy, the foul-smelling liquid in his crotch forming a small puddle.

"I was wrong! I was really wrong! I'll never do it again!"

"Please, spare my life! I'm willing to tell you everything I know!"

"Minden! It's Minden! He's the one who sent me! His hideout is in the Golden Triangle..."

"Oh? Is that so?"

A look of interest appeared on Leng Feng's face; he seemed to be seriously considering the other party's proposal.

Seeing this, the old cat thought there was hope for survival, and his face lit up with joy. He was about to spill all the information he knew.

However, what awaited him was Leng Feng's face, which suddenly turned cold and ruthless, and a sentence that plunged him into an endless hell.

"Unfortunately, I don't want to hear it anymore."

"You have no right to negotiate with me."

The moment the words fell.

Leng Feng extended all four fingers of his right hand: index, middle, ring, and little fingers!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Four invisible sword energies, each a different color, some fierce, some light, some expansive, and some subtly changing, burst forth from his fingertips, like a fine net of swords, instantly enveloping the old cat's body completely!

Zhongchong Sword, Guanchong Sword, Shaochong Sword, Shaoze Sword!

"Puff puff puff puff!"

A series of rapid, sharp sounds of flesh being pierced came from behind.

Old Cat's body resembled a tattered sack riddled with countless holes in an instant, with blood gushing from the hundreds of tiny sword wounds, turning him into a blood-soaked figure.

His expression was frozen in extreme terror and resentment; his mouth was wide open, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter a single word.

He slowly lowered his head, looking at his already mangled body, and the life in his eyes quickly faded.

At last.

Leng Feng raised his right hand and slapped the already riddled corpse from afar.

"boom!"

A crimson flame blade of energy roared out, turning the corpse and the contaminated ground beneath it into ashes.

From then on, all invading enemies who stepped into the borders of the Dragon Kingdom, whether they were bio-monsters or desperate criminals, were all killed on the spot, without exception!

The dust has settled.

Leng Feng slowly withdrew his hand, and the fierce and domineering killing aura on his body also subsided, transforming him back into the somewhat unruly young man.

He turned around and looked at Wang Zhan and the others who were completely dumbfounded not far away, a slight smirk playing on his lips.

An eerie silence fell over the entire battlefield.

Only the wind was blowing gently, stirring up the dust and ashes on the ground.

Wang Zhan and the Wolf Warriors behind him were all frozen in place, maintaining various stiff postures and remaining completely still.

Their brains have completely shut down.

What was happening before their eyes was completely beyond all the knowledge they had accumulated over the past twenty years.

Flying through the air and disappearing into the ground, impervious to blades and spears, wielding the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, the Flaming Blade, and sword energy that travels through the air...

These things, which only exist in martial arts novels and myths, were vividly performed before their very eyes today.

Moreover, it's a 3D high-definition, uncensored version.

As they watched the dozen or so figures strolling leisurely through the blood and fire, the shock they had felt before vanished.

All that remains is a most primal, pure, almost fanatical worship and longing.

It turns out that humans can really be this powerful!

It turns out that, in addition to building the Great Wall with our own flesh and blood, there is another way to protect our country, like a god, where we can wipe out powerful enemies with a wave of our hand!

"If only... if only I could..."

A young member of the Wolf Warriors muttered to himself. The despair and sorrow that had been there before were gone from his eyes. In their place was an unprecedented, burning desire.

His words expressed the sentiments of all the survivors present.

They looked at Long Xiaoyun, at Leng Feng, at Shi Sanba... at this group of predecessors who had emerged from legend.

It was as if they could see a door to a completely new world slowly opening for them.