Swallowing the Stars: The Birth of a Cosmic God King

The moment the words fell, the eyes of the dozen or so planetary-level slaves lit up simultaneously.

free!

These two words are more valuable to them than anything else.

They are pitiful creatures captured, sold, and enslaved from every corner of the universe, serving as beasts of burden under the control of the Illusionary Heart Clan, their lives and deaths not in their own hands.

Now, the opportunity has arrived.

They have to consider whether this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

"kill!"

A foreign slave, over three meters long and covered in armor, was the first to rush out.

Planetary level, seventh order.

He was incredibly fast, leaving a trail of deep footprints in the snow, and his fist, accompanied by a whooshing sound, slammed into Yan Ning's face.

Yan Ning did not move.

He didn't even glance at the slave.

Red lines appeared on his skin.

It's like magma flowing beneath the earth's surface, or like an ancient totem awakening.

Fire pattern.

The symbol of the Flame God Clan.

next second.

Yan Ning disappeared.

The limits of the naked eye cannot keep up with his speed.

The shelled slave's fist struck empty air, and his body staggered forward due to inertia.

Then, he heard a sound.

The sound of something cutting through the air... and the sound of bones shattering!

Yan Ning appeared beside him, his right fist striking his ribs from below.

There was no light or energy fluctuation on the fist.

Only pure, savage, and unreasonable... power!

The shell shattered.

Ribs fractured.

Internal organs ruptured.

The alien slave, a seventh-level planetary-rank, flew dozens of meters like a tattered sack, crashing onto the ice and leaving a long trail of blood.

Not moving at all.

dead.

One punch.

Just one punch.

There were no secret techniques, no weapons, and no fancy skills.

One punch!

Yan Ning didn't stop; instead, he continued moving.

His figure flickered in the wind and snow, and with each flicker, a slave fell.

The second slave, a planetary-level sixth-tier, attacked from behind.

Yan Ning didn't turn around. He thrust his right elbow backward, the tip of which slammed into the opponent's chest.

Sternum collapse, cardiac arrest!

The third one is a planetary-level eighth-tier being, wielding an energy weapon.

Yan Ning flashed forward, grabbed the barrel of the energy gun with his left hand, and twisted the alloy barrel into a pretzel with his five fingers.

The right fist slammed down on the opponent's head, and the head went straight into the chest cavity.

The fourth, the fifth, the sixth...

In just a few breaths, more than ten planetary-level slaves all fell on the icy plain.

They were all killed by being punched hard!

Blood and flesh were mangled, bones were shattered, and they bloomed into shocking red flowers on the snow.

Yan Ning stood in the center of the corpses and slowly withdrew his fist.

Not a drop of blood stained the hem of his clothes.

There was no change in breathing.

He didn't even change his expression!

It wasn't a fight, just casually swatting a few mosquitoes while taking a walk.

Yin Jiuyou's smile froze on his face.

His pupils contracted sharply, his mouth was slightly open, but he couldn't utter a single word.

died?

More than a dozen planetary-level slaves, the weakest being sixth-tier and the strongest eighth-tier, just like that... died?

They were all smashed to death by a local man's fists in just a few breaths?

"you…"

Yin Jiuyou's voice was somewhat dry.

He started to panic.

But he quickly regained his composure.

What are you afraid of?

I am a star level.

A first-tier powerhouse at the Eternal Star level!

The gap between planetary and eternal levels cannot be bridged by brute force.

Even if this native is stronger and faster, so what? With the difference in bloodline, you are just a ninth-class bloodline ant!

The chasm between realms is insurmountable!

"court death!"

Yin Jiuyou roared angrily, no longer holding back.

A faint green light flashed in his eyes: Innate Secret Technique - Illusionary Heart!

The signature skill of the Illusionary Heart Clan.

The soul attack strikes directly into the sea of ​​consciousness, plunging the victim into an endless illusion, a fate worse than death.

He never missed with this move.

The light entered Yan Ning's brow.

A smile returned to Yin Jiuyou's lips.

then.

The smile froze again.

Yan Ning did not stop.

His eyes did not glaze over.

His aura remained completely unchanged!

The illusion... has failed?

"How is that possible!"

Yin Jiuyou was horrified.

The illusion techniques of the Illusion Heart Clan are unmatched among their peers. Even opponents at the second or third level of the Eternal Star Realm will be momentarily disoriented after being hit by this technique.

Why should a planetary-level native be immune?

But he didn't have time to think about it.

Because Yan Ning was already close.

Speed, pure physical speed, incredibly fast!

Yin Jiuyou's pupils reflected the fiery red patterns on Yan Ning's body.

Those lines stood out starkly in the blizzard, appearing almost alive, flowing and burning on the skin.

"What kind of bloodline is this?!"

The thought flashed through Yin Jiuyou's mind.

The ninth-class human bloodline?

impossible!

Even a ninth-class human bloodline could not possess such speed, such power, such... oppressive aura!

The feeling was like facing a cosmic race with a superior bloodline.

No.

More terrifying than superior bloodlines.

Yes…

Peak bloodline?

Yin Jiuyou didn't have time to think it through.

Because Yan Ning's fist had already arrived.

His right fist slammed out from his waist, and the red patterns on his fist suddenly lit up, as if a small sun was burning on his fist.

There are no fancy moves.

Without the blessing of secret techniques.

It was just one punch.

A pure, savage, and unreasonable punch!

Yin Jiuyou crossed his arms and held them in front of him.

His arms were covered by a layer of dark blue energy shield, a natural defense of the Illusion Heart Clan, which no one below the Eternal Star level could break through.

then.

The shield shattered.

It shattered like glass.

Yan Ning's fists slammed into his arms, the sound of bones cracking crisply and repeatedly.

Yin Jiuyou's arms bent at an impossible angle, but the force of his punches did not diminish, and they landed solidly on his shoulders.

boom--!

Yin Jiuyou's body flew backward like a cannonball.

His back shattered the ice layer several meters thick behind him, plowing a furrow dozens of meters long in the ground, before finally coming to a stop by crashing into a huge ice rock.

The ice and rock shattered.

Yin Jiuyou was embedded in the rubble, his body covered in blood.

His arms were completely useless, his shoulders were sunken, and at least half of his ribs were broken.

Yin Jiuyou's eyes widened, his pupils dilated, and blood kept gushing from his mouth.

"you…"

He only had time to utter that one word.

Then, his consciousness was completely plunged into darkness.

One punch.

Just one punch.

The Illusionary Heart Clan member, a first-tier cultivator at the Eternal Star level, didn't even last a single breath!

Yan Ning slowly withdrew his fist and stood in the wind and snow.

He looked down at his hands.

The red lines on the fist are slowly fading.

"I haven't even warmed up yet," Yan Ning frowned, "How could I have died so suddenly?"

To prevent accidents.

Yan Ning activated his Yan God Clan clone to oversee the Arctic region, since he truly didn't know the other party's real intentions.

But unexpectedly, the first wave of their actions was to reach the Arctic region.

In this situation, the Flame God Clan clone has no choice but to go into battle. Anyway, it can be resurrected after it dies, so it's not a bad idea to use it to test the strength of the Flame God Clan clone.

Without using a sword, secret techniques, the Cloud Vine, or the Golden Horned Beast, what is his combat strength?

He thought he could rely on his physical strength and martial arts skills to fight a first-level opponent of the Eternal Star Realm.

result…

One punch.

The other party is gone?