From Godhood to the Heavens

In just a few breaths, Xuan Se was already covered in wounds, his body slashed by the flaming sword. If his combat skills had not been honed to their peak over hundreds of years, and if he hadn't also cultivated the art of ninjutsu, he would probably have had his head chopped off by the flaming sword long ago.

Even if Fang Ping knew nothing, with the Emperor's combat module as an aid, he could easily master all the combat techniques in human history.

With the aid of divine weapons, if it weren't for the fact that the opponent's speed was equally astonishing and their physical recovery ability was equally terrifying—the wounds from one second would begin to heal the next—the situation would be much more difficult.

He probably would have already fallen, just like his severed arm, which has already grown back, which speaks volumes.

This is why Fang Ping desperately wanted to possess the God-Slaying Martial Artifact. The third-generation divine body was already almost indestructible, and only the God-Slaying Martial Artifact could disrupt the divine body's gene suppression and recovery speed; the rest were almost indestructible.

Morgana had just upgraded to the fourth generation of divine body when she was cut in half at the waist. In the blink of an eye, she recovered completely, making her far more terrifying than the guy in front of her.

If Xuanse cannot withstand the blazing sword, he will surely die. How could he possibly be a match for me?

Fang Ping knew this, and Xuan Se naturally knew it too. He suddenly ducked to dodge the sword that was swinging at him, and then in the next instant, he punched Fang Ping in the abdomen.

Fang Ping frowned immediately, and the Blazing Sword moved downwards. Logically speaking, Xuan Se should have changed his move as well. It was impossible for him to have his arm severed just to punch him.

Unexpectedly, the punch landed heavily on Fang Ping's abdomen, causing the Black God Set's defense value to fluctuate for a moment before recovering.

Obviously, the damage value did not exceed 5%, so it could not truly break through the defense.

The price of punching himself was an arm. The next moment, seeing Xuanse turn and run away, Fang Ping immediately understood.

It turned out he had severed his arm to survive. Just as he was about to give chase, a sharp pain shot through his abdomen. He frowned slightly, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

"If I let you get away, what am I supposed to do? I'm just a second-tier superhuman..." Fang Ping snorted coldly, and with a thought, the Human Seed Bag appeared in his hand. The next instant, he directly summoned the Human Seed Bag.

As the pocket opened, a sudden gust of wind swept in, and the dark-clad figure was instantly plunged into the mud, blood from his broken wounds flying backward.

Then his combat uniform was torn apart, and his figure seemed to be dragged backward by a powerful force, as if he were standing still.

His strength increased exponentially every second, but after only three to five seconds, his feet left the ground and his figure flew backward.

Then it kept shrinking and fell directly into the human bag. Fang Ping reached out and grabbed it without hesitation, tied the bag tightly, and showed a hint of disdain on his face.

Even Sun Wukong couldn't escape the Human Seed Bag, so what's a mere Xuanse?

The only way to avoid being sucked in is to break the human seed bag before being absorbed. Otherwise, once inside, the interior becomes a world unto itself, and unless one possesses the power to shatter the world, there is no way to escape.

Breaking it from the outside is much simpler; the two are completely different concepts.

Of course, Fang Ping couldn't tell anyone about this, and they couldn't possibly know either.

With the obstacles cleared, Fang Ping turned and left, following the Emperor's navigation, passing one door after another without hesitation, before finally arriving at a room and forcefully pushing open the heavy door.

The interior space is incredibly vast, combining home and office space. A colossal statue stands majestically in the center, instantly drawing everyone's attention the moment you enter.

The surrounding decorations were filled with images of the motherland: various American flag patterns, and photos of highlight moments printed in large frames and hung in various corners of the room.

Every smile on their lips was a fake one, a seemingly kind expression.

"Wow, what a vain and arrogant person. Even in a temporary place, he wants to fill it with his own photos. It's really speechless."

He couldn't help but shake his head. The Emperor's navigation had ended here. There were surveillance cameras in the corridor, but they could only see that Compound No. 5 had arrived here. No one would dare to install surveillance cameras in Homelander's room.

Even if it's done quietly, it's impossible to hide it from the people of the motherland. Not even the slightest movement, the sound of current passing through electromagnetic components, can escape detection.

Just like how the protagonist secretly placed the recording equipment in the group's meeting room, it was discovered by Homelander in an instant.

However, certain quirks of the people of the motherland cannot be known by others; once they are found out, they will only face certain death.

So, he had no choice but to find it himself. Fang Ping started walking around the room, looking at the layout in front of him, and some familiar images popped into his mind.

Although the Qi cultivation method, with its meager magical power, couldn't do much, it still enhanced Fang Ping to some extent.

For example, my memory is much better than before. I start to think carefully in my mind, and suddenly a flash of inspiration comes to mind.

The locomotive was once coerced by the main characters into stealing a temporary Compound No. 5, which was located on the second floor of the building, directly opposite the bedroom.

Similarly, the later female assistant, knowing she was doomed, also sneaked into the place and injected herself with a temporary compound No. 5.

where is it?

where is it?

Fang Ping's mind began to race, his eyes scanning the room, and he walked through the hall, opening a small door.

Another space appeared before us, with a distinctly homey atmosphere, including a living room, sofa, dining table, and even a separate kitchen.

The spiral staircase leads to the second floor. Fang Ping went straight up without hesitation. As the scene became more and more familiar, a smile appeared on his lips.

"Finally found!"

Fang Ping chuckled and pulled open the drawer. Rows of blue and green liquids, emitting a faint glow, appeared before his eyes.

"Wow, that's quite a lot!" Fang Ping exclaimed. Based on the price offered by the Wotech Group, these items were probably worth over 10 billion.

Those poor researchers, under the oppressive power of their own countrymen, produced these compounds, which were then given to Fang Ping for nothing.

That's good, it saves them from being used for human experiments by their own countrymen. Even though it's all on Indian and Japanese territory, it's still a waste.

Without the slightest hesitation, he put everything away. Suddenly, Fang Ping's alarm went off, and he sensed a figure appearing behind him.

At the same time, a deep voice rang out: "Wow, look what I've seen, a thief."