He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

When he rushed to the entrance of the hall where the operating table was located, he saw the scene inside.

His adoptive mother, Zhu Hongxing, was surrounded by five old men.

The five old men were dressed in uniform dark gray robes with the character "朱" (Zhu) embroidered in dark gold on their chests. Each of them was surrounded by an extremely powerful energy field, like five mountains trapping Zhu Hongxing in the center.

But they are not in good condition at the moment.

An old man's left arm hung limply, as if it were broken; another had blood at the corner of his mouth and a noticeable depression in his chest; and two others retreated to a distance, their faces pale, and were quickly adjusting their breathing.

The only one who was still relatively intact was the old man at the head of the group, whose beard was half burned off, and who was staring at Zhu Hongxing with a solemn expression.

Zhu Hongxing's condition doesn't seem right.

Her eyes were bloodshot, and a crimson light surged deep within her pupils.

Her energy field completely spiraled out of control, and crimson flames surged continuously from her body, as if to burn her to ashes.

Dense, blood-red lines appeared on the skin, and those lines kept moving, like something alive crawling in the blood vessels.

Her movements were so fast that the naked eye could hardly keep up.

With a single palm strike, the air exploded, and the shockwave sent the nearest old man flying backward, crashing into the alloy wall, which dented completely.

Five old men couldn't beat her.

Yun Yi stood at the door for two seconds and made a judgment: Zhu Hongxing's No. 3 Divine Blood was going berserk.

The instruments on the operating table showed that the divine blood that had just been extracted was showing signs of re-coagulating, and the power that had surged from her body needed an outlet.

These old men just happened to be the outlet for their frustrations.

Yun Yi glanced at the strength of the five old men.

Very strong.

Judging from the aura he sensed, each of these five people possessed fifth-tier combat power.

In this world, combat power is divided into nine levels, with the next level being demigods and true gods.

The fifth rank is equivalent to the power to destroy a city, the seventh rank is equivalent to the power to destroy a country, and the ninth rank has the power to destroy a star.

Even in this world, a fifth-tier expert would definitely be considered a powerful figure.

But compared to Zhu Hongxing now, she's still not good enough.

However, they seemed to only want to suppress Zhu Hongxing, not kill her.

Each strike avoided vital points, targeting only the limbs and joints.

Once Yunyi understood this, he felt relieved.

His stepmother is fine.

On the contrary, these old men look rather pitiful.

He leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, and just watched.

At that moment, a voice rang out from his side and behind:

"You're the child Zhu Hongxing adopted, right?"

Yun Yi turned his head.

A middle-aged man walked from the other end of the corridor.

He was dressed in a black military uniform with three gold stripes on his epaulets. He was tall, with a rugged face and an undisguised contempt in his eyes.

He walked up to Yun Yi, looking down at him with a sneer on his lips: "Heh, I also heard that he was injected with the blood of some trash god number 7."

He shook his head, his tone full of sarcasm, "More importantly, not only did she adopt you, she also made you take the surname Yun, just like her good-for-nothing lover."

He looked Yun Yi up and down, as if he were looking at something dirty:

"But it's all good, at least it won't bring shame to our Zhu family."

Yun Yi glanced at him.

The Zhu family.

This was the first time he had heard this title.

However, judging from the "Zhu" character on the chests of the five old men and the insignia on the shoulder straps of this uncle, it is not difficult to guess that these people should come from the same family.

The Zhu family.

Yun Yi silently memorized the name in his heart.

Incidentally, he also did some mental calculations.

The uncle's reference to his stepmother's "useless lover" likely refers to the man who died protecting Zhu Hongxing.

The man's surname was Yun, which is why Zhu Hongxing named him Yun Yi.

Even a dead person is subject to ridicule.

Should we kill this person?

As Yun Yi thought this, he glanced calmly at the middle-aged man and then looked away.

Don't kill them yet.

The main problem is that we don't know what his relationship with his mother is. What if we kill the wrong person?

The uncle frowned as he saw that Yun Yi was ignoring him.

His thinking was simple: Even if you are Zhu Hongxing's adopted son, you are just a useless adopted son with the blood of a registered god number 7. How dare you ignore me?

Give them a lesson.

Even if you accidentally kill it, it just shows your incompetence.

The uncle waved his hand casually.

A gust of wind exploded from his palm, carrying sharp energy, and swept straight toward Yun Yi.

The gale showed no mercy.

With the uncle's strength, this strike would be enough to cut a piece of fine steel in two.

A gust of wind swept towards Yun Yi.

Yun Yi didn't move.

A gust of wind swept over him, blowing the stray hairs on his forehead and the hem of his clothes.

Then, nothing happened.

The man was stunned.

How is that possible?

Although he didn't use his full strength, his attack just now was enough to shatter steel, and this was against a mere six-year-old child...

The uncle refused to believe it and slapped the object several more times, each time harder than the last.

The third time, he even used ten percent of his strength, his palm strike as sharp as a knife, aimed at Yun Yi's chest.

But the wind swept across Yun Yi's face like a gentle breeze.

It's perfectly fine.

Yun Yi raised his head and glanced at him:

"Uncle."

He spoke, his tone flat, tinged with a hint of confusion, "What are you doing?"

The man's face instantly turned red.

He opened his mouth, about to say something, when suddenly he felt an extremely hot breath coming from above his head.

The aura was so intense it almost set him ablaze, carrying an undisguised killing intent.

"What were you trying to do to my son?"

The sound came from above.

The middle-aged man stiffly looked up.

That look in her eyes was like that of a mother animal protecting her cubs.

The man's lips trembled: "Red...Red Star..."

"I'm asking you!!" Zhu Hongxing slowly raised her hand, crimson energy condensing into a fist-sized sphere of light in her palm. Inside the sphere surged terrifying energy powerful enough to level the entire corridor. "What did you just try to do to my son?"

The middle-aged man felt the terrifying energy fluctuations above his head and Zhu Hongxing's merciless killing intent, and his legs began to tremble.

He swallowed hard, forcing a smile.

"Hong, Hongxing, I'm your brother-in-law! I'm Luo Zihao, the third young master of the Luo family! Have you forgotten? We're family..."

Her voice trembled more and more as she spoke, until finally it was almost a sob, "No..."

There was not a trace of emotion in Zhu Hongxing's red eyes.

She looked at Luo Zihao as if he were an ant.

"Forget it," she said, her voice utterly indifferent. "I don't know where this piece of trash came from, daring to lay a hand on my son."

The crimson orb in her palm suddenly shrank, transforming into an extremely thin red line.

"Then go die."

A red line flashed.

Luo Zihao's head exploded like a watermelon that had been squeezed.

Red and white splattered all over the ground as the headless corpse crashed heavily onto the alloy floor with a dull thud.