Published: February 20, 2025
In the ancient times of the Human Race, in the six domains, the national competition of the three major empires was broadcast live. The opening ceremony featured high-level experts soaring through the air, causing phenomena in the heavens and earth, with thunder flashing and the sun hanging high in the sky.
Such a grand occasion naturally attracted countless spectators.
Among them were two black-skinned muscular men dressed in black suits aboard a transport plane heading towards a border city of the Eastern Summer Empire.
Unlike before, modern planes did not require smartphones to be in flight mode.
However, the gazes of these two muscular men were not on the opening ceremony but rather on the golden-haired girl at the podium, who had a halo above her head and three pairs of white light wings behind her.
"Xuanwu Heavenly King!"
One of the muscular men with three dreadlocks narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "What's going on? Wasn't it said that there were only two mythical kings stationed on the Blue Star?"
Due to the backwardness of the North State tribes and their disconnection from the international scene, they had not seen the city news from three days ago regarding Tian Nan City.
The other black-skinned muscular man spoke in a deep voice, "There must have been some unexpected situation. Let's search online."
Soon, the two muscular men used the internet to find reports about the visit of Anstirei, the Xuanwu Heavenly King, three days ago, and their expressions turned grave.
With an expert comparable to the Great Demon King watching, the difficulty of ambushing Chen Hu had suddenly increased.
As a supreme god, Anstirei could envelop a range of over a thousand kilometers with her divine consciousness at a mere thought, allowing her to descend instantly.
Thus, if they chose to assassinate Chen Hu, they would only have one opportunity to strike.
Moreover, once they made their move, regardless of success or failure, they would not be able to escape.
Just as the two muscular men hesitated slightly, a flash of black light appeared deep within their eyes, and the man with three dreadlocks slowly said, “After we get off the plane, I’ll use the excuse of visiting the 'Divine Martial King’s' alma mater and take the high-speed train to Mist City.”
“You will still follow the original plan, take another train to Tian Nan to watch the national martial arts competition, and we will contact each other with a code to strike simultaneously.”
The other black-skinned man nodded slightly.
Meanwhile, in the largest stadium of Tian Nan City, the lively opening ceremony was in progress, where two stunningly beautiful figures were whispering to each other on the podium.
“Your Excellency Anstirei, the boy seated in the first row of the arena, standing behind three girls, is Chen Hu, the brother of Chen Chu.”
The golden-haired girl, resembling a Seraph, looked towards Chen Hu, her eyes instantly revealing astonishment, for in her perception, Chen Hu's aura was only at the fifth stage.
This level of strength was even weaker than an ordinary warrior of the Tianyu Tribe.
“The brother of the Divine Martial King, how can he be so weak?”
Yan Ruoyi smiled slightly, “Our Human Race is different from the nobility; most people are not extraordinary lives, and in the past, one could only begin cultivating after the age of sixteen.”
“Don’t look at Chen Hu’s current fifth heaven strength; he has only been cultivating for a little over three months, which is equivalent to three solar cycles, transitioning from an ordinary life to a fifth-stage extraordinary.”
“This cultivation speed is even faster than that of the past Chen Chu; I remember it took Chen Chu over five months to reach the fifth heaven.”
Anstirei paused, “...I almost forgot that the nobility has only recently integrated into the vast world.”
Thinking of Chen Chu, who had become a supreme god-level existence in merely over ten solar cycles, with battle power comparable to a god king, Anstirei's face showed shock.