Swallowing the Stars: Only in my later years did I come to the life-spending panel.

Zhou Muluo returned to Lu Gang's side and reached out her hand.

"Lu Gang, can you even stand up?"

Lu Gang stared blankly at the hand in front of him for a long time before he reacted, grabbed Zhou Mu's arm, and was pulled up.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found his throat too dry to make a sound.

What just happened happened so fast, it was so shocking.

From his despair to Zhou Mu's appearance, to the three hundred beast general-level rat beasts being crushed into dust, to the lord-level rat king being nailed to death with a single spear, and then Zhou Mu releasing his domain to hunt down the rat horde and return, it all happened in just a few dozen breaths.

The swarms of rats that had driven him to fight tooth and nail, even nearly killing him, were as fragile as paper in front of this man.

Let's go.

Zhou Mu, supporting Lu Gang, flashed and appeared below the circular fighter jet.

The hatch opened, and Zhou Mu helped Lu Gang into the fighter jet.

Inside the fighter jet, Luo Feng and the others had been pressed against the porthole, witnessing firsthand the shocking massacre below. But the moment Zhou Mu helped Lu Gang into the cabin, everyone instinctively took a half-step back, as if those entering the fighter jet were not fellow martial artists, but some higher being.

"Lord Lu Tsuna!"

Luo Feng was the first to react, rushing forward to help Lu Gang, "Are you alright?"

Lu Gang waved his hand, his voice weary: "He's not dead yet."

Several young martial artists rushed forward and helped Lu Gang to a seat.

Someone took out a first-aid kit and began to treat his still-bleeding wounds.

Lu Gang let them do as they pleased, his gaze fixed on Zhou Mu. After the figure in black entered the airport, he stood with his hands behind his back in front of the porthole, facing away from everyone, looking out at the desolate wasteland ravaged by the rat swarm. A few rats that had escaped from his grasp were fleeing frantically.

The driver had already handed over control to the intelligent system and rose to bow respectfully: "Lord Zhou Mu! Thank you for saving my life!"

Zhou Mu nodded: "How is the evacuation from the front lines going?"

"We just received news," the driver quickly reported to his superior, "that the main force has completed its evacuation, and military support troops have arrived."

"They've probably made a wasted trip this time. Thanks to your help, we've defeated the rat swarm," the driver said, looking at the few remaining rats below.

Zhou Mu didn't say anything more and turned his gaze back to the window.

The airport fell silent. Several young martial artists were bandaging Lu Gang's wounds, their movements extremely quiet, as if afraid of making any noise that might disturb the person standing by the window. They even subconsciously lowered their breathing.

Luo Feng stood to the side, watching that retreating figure, the scene from just now replaying in his mind:

Those twelve scarlet blades, that terrifying vortex, and that giant sword slashing down from mid-air—all these clearly demonstrated that the powerful figure before them was also a mentalist!

Is this an existence surpassing even the God of War?!

Luo Feng recalled that final moment when the deep purple domain unfolded, countless bolts of lightning descended from the sky, and the scattered rat-beasts fell in droves like wheat being harvested.

That was no longer a battle, but a harvest, a judgment by the gods upon the ants!

His fist clenched and unclenched, unclenched and clenched again.

Is this what a true top-tier expert is like?

He had trained in the wilderness for so long, and had even witnessed a War God-level martial artist in action from afar. He had also heard Uncle Wu tell legends of beings surpassing the War God, but all that hearsay and imagination could not compare to even a fraction of what he had seen with his own eyes.

Those beast-general level rat beasts that had exhausted him and even nearly killed him couldn't withstand the blood river vortex for even a moment, and were crushed into dust.

That high-ranking lord-level rat king, a being that Lu Gang could not approach even at the cost of his life, had its lair cleaved open with a single sword strike and was pinned to the broken wall by a single spear thrust.

And then there was that vast expanse that covered heaven and earth, with thunder filling the sky...

If one day he could possess such power...

Luo Feng's gaze gradually became intense.

He recalled his bold words when he first became a martial artist, the martial artists who died in the jaws of monsters, and Lu Gang's resolute figure as he jumped out of the fighter jet alone just now.

He recalled the dark figure that had descended from the sky, crushing everything like a god.

He wants to become stronger!

He also wanted to become that kind of strong person, so that one day he could be like that person, calmly facing the beast tide and casually saving people.

"Lord Zhou Mu."

Luo Feng suddenly spoke, his voice exceptionally clear in the quiet cabin.

Several of his companions looked up at him at the same time, their eyes filled with surprise.

Li Xiao paused for a moment while bandaging, and Lu Gang also turned his gaze, his brows furrowing slightly.

"How dare this young man speak so rashly at this time? Even he wouldn't dare to disturb Lord Zhou Mu in this atmosphere!"

Zhou Mu did not turn around, but turned slightly to the side, his peripheral vision falling on the young martial artist.

Luo Feng met his gaze, feeling as if a mountain was pressing down on him. He took a deep breath and bowed deeply: "Thank you so much, Lord Zhou Mu, for saving me!"

"You've already thanked me," Zhou Mu said calmly.

"It's not just about thanking you for saving my life," Luo Feng raised his head, his gaze burning, "but also about thanking you for showing me what a true powerhouse looks like."

Zhou Mu raised an eyebrow and finally turned around to look directly at the young man.

Luo Feng.

Of course he knew that name.

The protagonist of Swallowing the Stars, the future galactic lord, and a pinnacle powerhouse in the universe.

But standing before him at this moment was only a newly emerged high-level warrior, filled with longing for the strong.

Eighteen years old, advanced warrior, intermediate-level mentalist.

In the original storyline, Luo Feng at this age was indeed exceptionally talented, but that was all.

Zhou Mu's gaze lingered on Luo Feng for a few seconds before he spoke calmly, "What do you want to say?"

Luo Feng clenched his fist and said, word by word, "I want to know, what do I need to do to become a strong person like you?"

The cabin was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Li Xiao and the others exchanged glances, each seeing a complex expression in the other's eyes.

They shared the same awe and longing, but none dared to ask as directly as Luo Feng. After all, the person before them was someone even greater than the God of War, a legendary figure written into history textbooks—how could they, low-level martial artists, casually converse with him?

Zhou Mu did not answer immediately, but simply looked at the young man in front of him, at the burning flame in his eyes.

Zhou Mu had seen too many martial artists. Some were exceptionally talented but lazy, while others were diligent but lacked inspiration. But this young man in front of him had just experienced life and death and witnessed a power far beyond his comprehension. He was not shocked into losing himself, nor was he discouraged by the gap between them. Instead, he immediately asked: How can I become such a strong person?

This kind of mindset is truly rare.