I transformed into a cute girl and lived a carefree life in the apocalypse.

Chapter Ninety-One: Five Minutes

Murong Haiyi stood before Yan Ziming like a javelin, exuding an aura of dominance. He did nothing, yet a gust of wind blew around him.

The gust of wind was filled with a thick, chilling aura, so real that it seemed capable of severing gods and tearing souls apart. It swept hundreds of meters away, and the people in the area were horrified, quickly moving away from the place. In no time, Yan Ziming was surrounded by no one.

"What's going on?! The peace talks haven't even started yet and they're already falling apart?" someone exclaimed, worried about a direct war between humanity and Odyssey.

"No, this is the contemporary prodigy of our nation!"

"It's Murong Haiyi! Why would he do this here? And standing opposite him... My God! It's Yan Ziming and Ye Qianxue!"

Everyone's gaze shifted, and they all stared wide-eyed. Could it be that a conflict had broken out between the three peerless geniuses of China?

Upon closer examination, among these few prominent figures, there has never been a clear distinction between who is stronger and who is weaker; now, they have finally come together.

Whoosh... Tsk!

The chilling aura was pierced and riddled with holes as it approached Yan Ziming, never truly touching her. Instead, a will that pierced through everything burst forth from her eyes, causing all who met her gaze to feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar, their faces turning pale as they hastily retreated.

Yan Ziming's eyes sparkled, occasionally flashing with divine light, and his usually delicate voice became incredibly authoritative, "I can grant your wish right now."

"I can't ask for it!"

Murong Haiyi's fighting spirit reached its peak. The people present felt as if they had entered a battlefield of corpses and blood, and the surging killing intent made them tremble with fear.

After breaking through to the eighth rank, he became much stronger, truly reaching the same level as Yan Ziming.

Logically speaking, he should have needed to accumulate more experience before taking on this challenge.

After all, Yan Ziming broke through to the eighth rank a few months earlier than him, and had even fought a great battle with Mu Mu, the uncrowned king. Just that experience alone surpassed that of many eighth-rank cultivators.

The reason he dares to come and challenge us now is because he has enough confidence—

After he broke through to the eighth rank, the White Tiger, who shared his glory, also broke through to the S rank. This was the most fundamental source of his confidence.

As a follower of the Immortal White Tiger, the combat power boost he receives almost makes him the undisputed leader among his peers, with few able to rival him.

"Qianxue, step back." Yan Ziming squeezed his younger sister's small hand. This was her battle, and no one was allowed to interfere.

Just like when she challenged Mu Mu, it was a contest between two unparalleled geniuses, and interfering would mean humiliating them.

Now, as time goes by, Yan Ziming has become the one being challenged. From the moment she embarked on this path, she had a premonition that if she wanted to reach the top, she would have to fight this battle!

The king, reigning supreme, has encountered a challenger! His majesty has been challenged!

"Then let's fight!"

Yan Ziming was surrounded by a dazzling light, and he immediately activated his elemental transformation. In the dim sky, thick thunderclouds were interspersed with violent lightning, dust filled the air, and leaves flew everywhere, as if the end of the world had arrived, and people were filled with fear.

In this state, she was absolutely terrifying; she once single-handedly held off several SS-level mutated species and killed them one by one.

Facing Murong Haiyi, a latecomer who had risen to prominence, Yan Ziming did not underestimate him at all, but attached great importance to him and went all out from the start.

She now truly resembles a monarch who holds the power of life and death, summoning victory with a mere wave of her hand.

The sky is falling!

The moment the Spear of Victory appeared, the space it pointed to was instantly annihilated. The terrifying intent called "Piercing" intensified many times over, filling the entire area, as if piercing a huge hole in the sky.

The oppressive wind quickly gathered and condensed into a sword. A platinum longsword also appeared in Murong Haiyi's hand, tearing through the sky and slashing forward with eternal light.

Undeterred, Yan Zimo unleashed a wide and powerful attack, extending his spear of victory to clash head-on with the White Emperor Sword!

The spearhead and the sword blade drew ever closer. One could imagine the spectacular sight that would unfold if they collided, obliterating everything around them!

"stop!"

A loud shout came from afar, and the blazing light emitted by the two people's unparalleled clash vanished in an instant. Then, an incomparably powerful pressure descended.

Knowing who had arrived, the two stopped in time, their elemental state instantly vanishing, and the Spear of Victory shattered into countless points of light that entered Yan Ziming's body.

Immediately afterwards, a towering figure descended from the sky, causing the earth to tremble three times. Its overwhelming power almost made everyone present kneel in worship.

"It's Yanshan!"

"Marshal of China!"

"The Marshal has arrived! I never expected that the fight between Yan Ziming and Murong Haiyi would attract this figure!"

People around exclaimed in surprise, never expecting to encounter such a thing; they felt it was like a dream.

Yan Shan's eyes burned brightly as he swept over Yan Ziming and Murong Haiyi. Both of them shivered, sensing that disaster was about to befall them.

This is an unparalleled being, a god in the hearts of all Chinese people, who left behind countless legends, a super being of the sequence level!

After observing for a moment, Yan Shan understood why the dispute had started and coldly shouted, "What are you fighting for! You'll have plenty of opportunities to show off later!"

What was said in jest was taken seriously by the listener. Yan Ziming felt a chill run down his spine. Was his uncle implying something?

Murong Haiyi gave Yan Ziming a deep look, then walked in the opposite direction.

That direction is outside the city!

It means only one thing—go out and fight!

Yan Ziming's fighting spirit, which had just subsided, was immediately reignited. A dark light appeared in her pupils, and the space around her distorted slightly under her gaze, making her incredibly captivating. She took a step forward and was about to walk out.

She admitted that since losing to Mu Mu, her long-dormant blood had boiled again, her heart was racing, and she was incredibly excited, rediscovering the feeling she had when she challenged Mu Mu.

The only difference is that she has become the one being challenged, while Murong Haiyi is a formidable enemy baring its fangs and claws at her, about to pounce.

Her dignity compels her to respond!

However, Yan Shan stretched out a hand and stopped her.

"Uncle, what do you mean by this?" Yan Ziming did not look at Yan Shan, but kept his gaze on Murong Haiyi's back.

Uncle!?

The people around them screamed incoherently, as if they had seen a ghost.

Another bombshell news story, no less than the collapse of the sky! Yan Ziming has been confirmed to be related to Marshal Yan Shan of China!

My God! The long-held speculation has finally come true; it's no longer just baseless conjecture!

Yan Ziming's expression changed slightly, but he quickly calmed down. It was going to be made public sooner or later, so there was nothing wrong with talking about it.

"Now is not the time." Yan Shan's voice was calm yet undeniable.

But Yan Ziming was destined not to listen to his words today. This was a battle that had to be won, not just a simple matter of determining a winner or loser, but a battle that involved the dignity, reputation, and everything else of both sides!

"They've already slapped the challenge in my face, do you think I can refuse?"

"..." Yan Shan paused for a few seconds, then said in a deep voice, "Five minutes."

"Can!"

Chapter Ninety-One: Battle

Yan Ziming followed Murong Haiyi to the outskirts of the city. This place was far from Beian City, and the city walls were not in sight. The densely packed figures of mutated species could be vaguely seen.

But one thing remains the same: they are not afraid of these mutated species.

Moreover, the mutated species were actually afraid of them, and dared not approach, always maintaining a distance of several hundred meters, ready to flee at any moment.

Yan Ziming's attire was very graceful, showcasing her feminine charm perfectly, yet at this moment she exuded an indescribable awe-inspiring presence. Her black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, each strand glistening and translucent, and her beautiful eyes shone with a captivating brilliance.

Opposite her stood Murong Haiyi, dressed in white, with captivating eyes. Looking at him, it seemed as if he were seeing not a person, but an ancient ferocious beast, displaying its fangs.

The atmosphere was extremely tense.

"To be honest, I was surprised. I thought that even if you wanted to challenge me, you would choose a better time."

Yan Ziming narrowed her eyes, and it was clear that her pupils were shrouded in a layer of white light, forming two vertical pupils. Her gaze was so intense that it would sting and bring tears to the eyes of anyone who looked at her.

This is a manifestation of her profound will reaching an extremely high level. The statement that she is "the person with the best chance of breaking through to the ninth level after Li Haoyi" is not just empty talk.

Once she has reached a considerable level on the second path, she can attempt to break through to the ninth level.

Unlike before, Murong Haiyi now exuded a restrained aura, like a sharp sword ready to be drawn at any moment, which, when drawn, would surely be earth-shattering.

"Today is the best time, and history will remember everything that happens today."

His answer was simple, yet arrogant; he wanted this battle to be recorded in history!

Both sides were adjusting their mindset, their momentum rising step by step, the air thick with tension, almost frozen in the area, foreshadowing the impending super battle.

Before the battle, Yan Ziming calmly asked, "Let me ask you this beforehand: is today's challenge really not because I punched you last time and you're holding a grudge?"

Murong Haiyi has a clear conscience: "Never! I have always been upright and honest in my conduct, and I will never utter a single word of 'regret'!"

A thousand meters away, a crack appeared in space, and Ye Qianxue emerged from it, followed closely by none other than Mu Mu.

Just now, dark clouds loomed over Heling, and Mu Mu knew that Yan Ziming and Ye Qianxue must be there. As a result, the group arrived outside the city shortly after they arrived, following the spatial fluctuations of Ye Qianxue.

"Little Momo!"

When Mu Mu saw Murong Haiyi and Yan Ziming facing off, her heart skipped a beat, but she quickly regained her composure.

She had encountered many such incidents, but they were not known to the world. Each time, she defeated her opponents decisively, and most of them were life-or-death battles. She fought her way up to the ninth rank and achieved her current fame.

As long as Yan Zimo continues to strive for higher goals, he will inevitably experience this scene, without exception.

Without blinking, Mu Mu reached out her delicate hand and grabbed the guy who was trying to sneak away, pulling him tightly into her arms.