Quick Wear High Martial Arts: The system wants me to be a dog

"Ning Feng, aren't you the last hope of Earth? But you have to watch your home planet destroyed, and you will also be buried there. How does that feel? Hahaha."

"Ning Feng, your struggle, your so-called ultimate holy realm, is nothing but a joke in front of the myriad races of the Star Realm and the will of the Ancient Road Emperor. The holy realm is nothing in front of the Emperor."

Ning Feng looked at everyone indifferently and grinned, "Old guys, what are you so proud of? Do you really think the Reapers won't come to the Star Realm?"

"Now it's the Earth, and soon it will be the Star Realm's turn."

"You guys won't be able to jump around for much longer."

"Humph."

The demigod leader held the oracle in his hand and spoke in a loud and indifferent voice, like a decree from heaven: "Ning Feng, the Earth Star, has blasphemed the Gods and rebelled against the Star Realm. His crimes are unforgivable."

"This is where you will be buried."

"This world has been completely sealed off by us, guided by divine oracles and the combined treasures of all races!"

As he spoke, Ning Feng clearly felt that the laws of space around him became as solidified steel, extremely strong.

What is even more terrifying is that an invisible and huge force is looming over, and this force vaguely touches on fate and cause and effect.

Ning Feng instantly felt the mysterious connection between him and the Earth.

The sense of homecoming that comes from blood and soul is being forcibly disturbed and obscured by this force.

Finally, cut it off completely.

It was as if there was a thick layer of talent that isolated everything and completely covered all paths leading to the earth.

The space is locked and the cause and effect are severed.

There is no way back home.

An old ancestor of the Stone Clan roared dully like thunder: "I am very curious, how did you deceive the rules of the Star Realm, sneak into our Star Realm, and then disguise yourself as 'Ningfeng', and rise from the lowest Zhao City to the position of the Lord of the First Zhao City?"

"Even, he could sneak into the Mountain and River Academy and steal the Holy Fruit?"

"How could a mere ant from Earth Star be so capable of concealing the truth?"

His voice was filled with curiosity, but also with the rage of being fooled.

The others looked over when they heard this. Obviously, they were also confused about this matter.

From ancient times to the present, there have been many warriors like Ning Feng who want to lurk on Earth.

But which one succeeded?

Even those ancestors can't get in.

How did Ning Feng do it.

When this doubt arose, some people suddenly felt a creepy feeling.

Now that Ning Feng can do this, is there anyone else?

Is it still lurking in the astral realm?

However, at this time, the powerful Star Clan members had no time to think about it, and their eyes were all fixed on Ning Feng.

"Not bad, Ning Feng, you are very good!"

Another king with a violent aura interjected, "Tell me your secrets. For example, how many humans still exist in the Star Realm? Tell me their names."

"Perhaps, before you are reduced to ashes, I can spare you some suffering."

What they covet is not only the holy fruit, but also the secret of Ning Feng's perfect infiltration into the star realm.

If we really get it, maybe we can hide it from the harvesters of the ancient road?

You know, they also feel a great sense of crisis when facing the Reapers.

As Ning Feng said, the Reapers are now targeting Earth.

However, there's no telling when the star realm will be harvested.

By then, the star realm will fall just like the earth.

Facing the questioning of the powerful people from all races, Ning Feng remained silent.

He was quietly suspended in the void, with chaotic energy flowing slowly around him.

Those eyes, as deep as the starry sky, stared intently at the dying Earthling in the light curtain.

Watching my hometown burning in the flames of war and the earth on the verge of collapse.

nothing to say.

There was only an extreme coldness, a murderous intent that had settled deep into the bone marrow, like a volcano that had been dormant for billions of years, silently accumulating the power to destroy the world.

The aura on his body, in the midst of extreme anger and grief, instead of being violent, became more restrained and condensed.

The power of the ultimate holy realm that he had just achieved was like divine steel that had been tempered a thousand times, emitting a heart-pounding sharpness in his body.