I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

"Ah...it's just an analogy, a metaphor." Nian smiled. "My friends all say I'm narcissistic, but after thinking about it carefully, I think it should be called confidence, right?"

Li An'an opened her mouth, like a fish that had just come ashore.

She felt that what Nian said was extremely domineering, but she also genuinely felt that there was nothing wrong with it.

So she looked at Nian's face and chuckled, "Of course."

"Right?" Nian laughed, sticking out his tongue and making a face. "Alright, hurry up and wake them up and hide them properly. You'll be in for a world of hurt when all the cannons are open."

Li An'an ran downstairs, her black ponytail swaying behind her head.

Turning around, Nian looked at the approaching treasure fleet. The two powerful figures of the Ming King standing in the clouds were already within arm's reach, and even the patterns on their armor were clearly visible.

That is the power of the Luo Hao Sect Master, [The Power of Vajra Divine Skill], which originates from the Buddhist Vajra Kings "Secret Vajra Warrior" and "Narayana Firm King". The statues of these two Myō-ō were carved on both sides of the gate of the destroyed Toshō Shrine.

This power not only endowed Luo Hao with unparalleled strength, but also allowed him to summon two Ming Kings to protect him from enemies, making him a master of both offense and defense.

In the first encounter, Luo Hao, the leader of the sect, didn't even have time to summon the Ming King Venerable before he was defeated and fled in a sorry state by Nian's casual attack. When Luo Hao came back for the second time, he found that Nian had no intention of leaving the city, and his attacks on the city wall couldn't even cause a ripple. In the end, he could only retreat again.

Two defeats in two battles were a humiliation that Luo Hao, the leader of the sect, could not tolerate.

The leader of the Five Sacred Mountains Sect, the demon king who ruled the Qing Dynasty for two hundred years, the celestial being who implemented martial arts and Taoist magic, and the "emperor" who single-handedly created the current situation on the mainland, has finally stepped out of her "palace".

Luo Hao looks like a sixteen-year-old girl—the Godslayer allowed her to maintain her most youthful appearance.

The White Lotus King was dressed in a style that was somewhere between a qipao and a Hanfu, and the biting sea breeze blew her sleeves backward.

The immovable fortified city was now within reach.

"end."

Luo Hao extended his hand.

Then a thunderous roar came from the sea, the sound of the tide being crushed by the treasure ship.

Nearly a thousand treasure ships lined up in a row, silently suppressing the sea.

Lu Yinghua squatted on the mast of another treasure ship—he was the only one Luo Hao allowed to board the ship, but Luo Hao did not allow him to take action, because this was the great feat of "Martial Arts King" slaying gods and dragons, and Lu Yinghua could only serve as a witness at most.

A few seconds later, Luo Hao took a step forward.

"Disobeying my decree, Luo Hao—what is this if not foolishness? It is truly pathetic and laughable arrogance." Luo Hao, the leader of the sect, stood with his hands behind his back between the sea and the sky, with two Vajra King warriors and the city gate rising behind him.

"Today, I will utterly destroy this city gate, exterminate the ancestral temple of the rebels, and break your head, you wicked dragon, to demonstrate the martial prowess of Luo Hao."

Nian poked his head out from the city wall and smacked his lips.

"No way, how could anyone be so stupid as to come to our door three times in a row to ask for a beating?"

363 One punch, one sword (I'm being serious, okay?)

"madness."

To Nian's sincere question, Leader Luo Hao responded with a disdainful smile—she didn't believe she would fail at all, nor did she have any thoughts of defeat in her mind, which was why she allowed Lu Yinghua to watch the battle here.

Because no matter how majestic this self-proclaimed divine dragon is, Luo Hao will use overwhelming power to blast it down, kill it, strip it of its power, and once again proclaim her martial might.

This is a contradictory and incomprehensible mentality, somewhere between the transcendence of God and the troubles of man; this is the inner world of the "race" of god-killers.

No matter how much they pride themselves on being shrewd and calculating, they all inherently possess a fighting spirit that refuses to admit defeat or be defeated; they just express it in different ways.

Salvatore Tony is a man who enjoys fighting to the fullest, always on the battlefield, and eager to encounter his enemies unexpectedly; Marquis Voban is like a pack of wolves waiting for their prey to fall into a trap, for which he is even willing to give up some of the gains he has already made, just for the moment of the end; Luo Hao is different from both of the above two.

She is an emperor, a celestial being, the supreme ruler in martial arts, and a holy leader who understands the Dao—her will is to be the only one who is supreme.

Therefore, in the eyes of the White Lotus King, everything is equal, because apart from herself, all people are nothing but weeds, servants, dust, and insignificant pebbles under the Great Wall.

This was also the most reassuring point for the warlords of various countries: Luo Hao genuinely believed that she had governed the country very well, and she truly believed that she was a sage emperor who "ruled the world by doing nothing."

Suddenly, it started to rain.

The rain, like silk threads, was light but quickly soaked my clothes.

The gentle rain felt like ice on his collar and cuffs. Lu Yinghua, perched atop the mast, stared intently at the city wall, barely daring to breathe, like a lone eagle perched on a cliff.

Luo Hao frowned slightly.

She was somewhat unhappy.

Before she could even say anything, she realized that emperors throughout history would issue proclamations to the world when they conquered rebellious forces. She was now the martial arts king who ruled over the entire territory of China, but this rain had ruined her mood.

What angered Luo Hao even more was that the rain had soaked the hem of her clothes.

Did I tell you to get off?

She looked up at the sky.

Then he said one sentence: "Disperse."

The rain stopped.

——Boom.

Thunder rumbled in the sky.

The raindrops, broken into fragments, fell into the sea and melted silently without making a sound.

All sounds are silent.

If the rain stops, then it's no longer a rainy day.

The thunder that sounded at that moment was like a bolt from the blue.

Lu Yinghua could barely contain his emotions; with his unparalleled lightness skill, he almost fell off the mast.

He stared wide-eyed, wondering when his master had reached such a transcendent realm.

Without any means, just a single sentence can cause the celestial phenomena to change.

Is it possible that even at the level of a god-slayer, one can still improve their cultivation through continuous training?

The thunder still echoed and swirled high in the sky, like an enormous yet invisible bird flying endlessly.

Apart from that, there was no sound at all in Canghai and Dacheng; it was extremely quiet.

Li An'an secretly peeked behind a terracotta warrior, and was so frightened that she was speechless. 6.⑧ ③ ⑦.0②“” ㈨.”⑨⑤

He wondered if Master Luo Hao was truly invincible.

Then Li An'an felt an emptiness in her heart, her fear turned into anger, and her eyes showed more hatred.

This is not about hating Nian, but about hating her own cowardice.

—Do they even have a choice?

If that's the case, why still harbor any illusions?

......

"Wow, that's amazing!" Nian clapped his hands from the city wall.

"But it's not enough."

Nian said.

“I rarely take things seriously, or rather, very few things can make me take things seriously. Casting is one, and so is destroying. Some people are annoying, but they are too small... like ants, no, more like dirt.”

The immortal sat up: "You're different. You're disgusting enough, and you're not an ant."

The child stretches out his fingers and pinches them in the air, as if catching a bird or an apple.

"Perfect, you've met my minimum standards."

The dragon revealed a malicious smile: "So how shall we carry out this pleasurable torture?"

......

Li An'an hid behind the terracotta warrior, not daring to breathe.

But her heart was beating more violently than ever before.

As expected, Miss Nian is the strongest!

......

“Then I’ll show you the limits of martial arts.” Luo Hao nodded. “As a sign of respect, I don’t intend to give you three more moves this time. I will go all out.”

She threw a punch.

An extremely magnificent and grand fist intent suddenly emerged from the sea of ​​clouds.

The sea level suddenly dropped three feet.

"Ah!"

"Hum!"

The two guardian deities standing on the sea shouted at the same time. Vajrapani, holding a three-pronged sword, and Narayana, raising a vajra, threw a punch at the great city on the sea!

The wind howled in the sky, and the clouds suddenly dispersed, as if the distance to the sea had increased by three feet out of thin air.

Only then did the voice of the Luo Hao Sect Leader come howling from the wind, even louder than the previous thunder.

"Fighting south of the city, dying north of the city, dying in the wilderness unburied, yet the crows can eat them. Tell the crows: Be a guest, a hero."

This is the incantation that activates the power of [Mighty Vajra Divine Skill - The Power], and the punch she delivers is called "Hate the Heavens Without a Handle".