The media personnel at Liberty Square, along with the massive crowd gathered there, couldn’t help but rub their eyes and stare wide-eyed at the descending figure.
Yes, they hadn’t seen wrong!
It was really him—the man whose image had been broadcast repeatedly on television!
“It’s Luo Feng,” a slightly stammering voice rang out.
“Luo Feng!”
“It’s Luo Feng.” “Luo Feng!” “Luo Feng!”
The entire Liberty Square erupted into chaos!
Heavens above!
Luo Feng, one of the Eight Heroes, the peerless genius who had captured the admiration of countless people, was actually still alive! At this moment, countless citizens were overwhelmed with excitement, the leaders of various nations were shocked beyond measure, and many ambitious rulers and power brokers were thrown into disarray. For a warrior like Luo Feng, he didn’t need an army—he was unstoppable on his own!
In the past, Hong and Leishen towered above all nations.
With the fall of the Eight Heroes, the status of the Five Great Powers had risen significantly. Although Atkin wielded great authority, he did not possess the same unshakable dominance as Hong and Leishen.
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“Brother!”
Luo Hua was overwhelmed with excitement.
…
“Xiaofeng, Xiaofeng,” Luo Hongguo and Gong Xinlan, husband and wife, watched the live broadcast on their television screen, tears streaming down their faces as they beheld the figure of their beloved son.
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At her desk.
Xu Xin watched the live stream on her computer screen, her eyes brimming with tears of joy as she gazed at the figure who haunted her dreams. She gently caressed her tungsten ring, overwhelmed with happiness.
At this moment, Xu Xin felt as though she had ascended to heaven.
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The entire world’s population was thrown into an uproar, and at the Liberty Square of the United States’ Capital Base City, HR Alliance Chairman Atkin was beside himself with excitement: “Mr. Luo Feng, when I learned that you were still alive, I was overwhelmed with joy and couldn’t wait to share this good news with the entire world. However… now that I can see you in person, I must say, I am truly, deeply moved.”
“I regret deeply that I was unable to contribute during the battle against the Devourer Beast!”
“And although that battle has passed, the threat of the sea beasts still looms. With Hong and Leishen gone, there is no one to lead the world’s experts, and we are scattered like a disorganized group. Now that you, Mr. Luo Feng, have returned, it is truly wonderful news. We hope that you will lead us once again to continue protecting humanity from the sea beasts.”
“I am willing to fight alongside Mr. Luo Feng, to contribute to the cause of humanity!”
Atkin gazed earnestly at Luo Feng, his voice transmitted through the microphone, reaching every ear at Liberty Square, and every person watching on television and the internet across the globe.
Luo Feng looked at Atkin.
Inwardly, he sneered coldly. If Atkin had tried to escape, under Babata’s satellite surveillance and with his own speed, there would have been no place for Atkin to run. Yet now, he had orchestrated this entire scene… clearly intending to display to the billions watching worldwide how deeply he respected and admired Luo Feng.
Wishing to appear as a loyal follower, dedicated to the cause of humanity!
“Mr. Luo Feng,” Atkin manipulated cosmic energy to isolate the surrounding sound, a faint expression of shame and embarrassment crossing his face, “I admit, I strayed down the wrong path in pursuit of ambition. But I beg you, Mr. Luo Feng, to grant me another chance. The Mu Ya Crystals and the Spirit of Vegetation that Sago Nehr took from your family, I will return them all. I only ask for one opportunity. Moreover, now that Mr. Luo Feng has returned, even if I dared, I would not dare act recklessly.”
Atkin lowered his stance significantly.
Yet in his heart, Atkin was thinking: “This is my only path—turning desperation into strength! With billions watching live on global broadcast! Under the media’s promotion, Luo Feng’s image is radiant, flawless! He is the people’s hero! And I am showing him respect, admiration! How could he possibly strike me down?”
“Striking me would damage his perfect image.”
“Striking me would cause countless people to question him.”
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“Mr. Atkin,” Luo Feng finally spoke.
“Mr. Luo Feng,” Atkin slightly bowed, displaying deep respect, his gaze upon Luo Feng filled with reverence and admiration!
Whoosh!
A blade flashed through the air, slicing through the distance in an instant, cutting into Atkin’s forehead at point-blank range. Even the black membrane that had surfaced on his scalp—the “Black God Suit”—was directly severed. The blade pierced into his skull, shattering his consciousness, before swiftly retreating along the same path.
So fast was the strike that no one present could even see it clearly.
“Eh—” Atkin’s eyes widened, unable to believe that Luo Feng would dare kill him in such a setting.
Boom!
His body collapsed to the ground with a loud thud, blood seeping from his forehead.
“Murder!”
“He’s dead!”
The entire Liberty Square erupted into chaos, while the global audience watching the live television and internet broadcasts were stunned beyond words. They instinctively rewound the footage, watching it in slow motion. Only after slowing it down to the maximum limit of standard television playback—100 times slower—could they barely make out a faint shadow darting from Luo Feng to Atkin’s head, then swiftly retreating.
“Mr. Luo Feng, why did you kill Chairman Atkin!” The reporters, after reviewing the footage, quickly identified the culprit.
“Mr. Luo Feng!”
“Is it really you?”
“How could it be?”
“If it’s not Mr. Luo Feng, then who else could kill Chairman Atkin so effortlessly?”
The square was thrown into pandemonium.
“Mr. Luo Feng, can you explain why you committed murder!” A blonde female reporter, still unwilling to believe that her hero could do such a thing, shouted.
Luo Feng swept his icy gaze over the crowd.
The invisible pressure of his mental presence silenced everyone.
“He,” Luo Feng glanced coldly at Atkin’s corpse, “was filth. He deserved to die!”
Swoosh!
He then shot into the sky, vanishing rapidly from the live broadcast.
The journalists stood there, stunned, before quickly regaining their composure.
“Ladies and gentlemen watching at home, Mr. Luo Feng suddenly attacked and killed the HR Alliance Chairman ‘Atkin’. Afterwards, he merely said, ‘Filth. He deserved to die,’ without offering any further explanation. Our station will continue to follow this story!” a blonde reporter announced to the camera.
“Oh my God! It’s true—you didn’t see wrong! Mr. Luo Feng killed Chairman Atkin, and only said, ‘Filth. He deserved to die.’ Although Mr. Luo Feng’s actions were violent, I, Blackjack, am a loyal admirer of Mr. Luo Feng. I believe that Atkin must have committed some truly despicable deeds. I, Blackjack, will definitely uncover the hidden secrets behind this!”
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After Luo Feng vanished from the screen, every television station and online platform that had been broadcasting live began in-depth coverage and discussion of the incident.
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Luo Feng soared through the sky atop the Dark Cloud Shuttle.
Gazing down at the endless ocean below, a rare smile graced his face.
“You still have the heart to smile?” Babata’s voice echoed in his mind. “Luo Feng, you just killed Atkin, which has shattered your perfect image. You must understand, as one of the Eight Heroes, and being hailed as a peerless genius, your public image was nearly 100% revered by humanity. Now, your flawless image is gone. What a pity.”
“Perfect? I was never perfect to begin with.”
Luo Feng smiled faintly. “I never intended to be a perfect person. If someone deserves to die, I will kill him!”
Upon hearing this, Babata couldn’t help but think to himself: “Hmm, this Luo Feng’s personality has definitely changed after the soul-takeover, influenced by the Bloodline of the Golden-Horned Beast. His killing intent is far more intense than before! But… heh heh, I like it.”
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The scorching June sun could not dampen the people’s fervor.
Outside the Mingyue Residential District in Yangzhou City, a large crowd had gathered on the streets, all gazing upward in anticipation… waiting for Luo Feng’s arrival! Even many of the residents within the Mingyue District were eagerly awaiting his return.
Perhaps in other countries, people questioned Luo Feng’s killing of Atkin.
But in China, where Luo Feng was regarded as a national pride, there was no doubt—nearly everyone stood firmly behind him!
“Luo Feng!” A boy holding a telescope shouted loudly.
Instantly, the massive crowd blocking the streets, even those standing atop cars, erupted into cheers and celebration.
A figure descended swiftly from the sky, landing on the lawn within the Mingyue District. Luo Feng glanced toward the street outside the district, offering a faint smile, before walking directly toward his home. That single smile sent waves of excitement and joy through the hearts of countless admirers.
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At the doorstep of home.
Father Luo Hongguo, mother Gong Xinlan, wife Xu Xin, and younger brother Luo Hua were all present, along with the twin toddlers who could already stand on their own.
Luo Feng walked forward, step by step.
His family’s eyes were filled with tears.
“Say ‘Dad,’ say ‘Dad,'” Xu Xin held the two children’s hands. The two identical toddlers looked at Luo Feng and opened their mouths: “Dad… Dad… Dad…”
Luo Feng was overwhelmed with joy, tears of happiness streaming down his face.
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Since Luo Feng’s return in June, the previously turbulent global situation had abruptly stabilized. The ambitious rulers and power brokers no longer dared to make any moves. The Thunder Dojo and Limit Dojo resumed normal operations, and the world seemed to suddenly unite in harmony, with no one daring to cause trouble.
This was the power of Luo Feng’s presence!
After returning home, Luo Feng first paid his respects to the five companions who had sacrificed their lives alongside him—Mohanderson, East, Tripathi Singh, Jia Yi, and Sokolov. He then visited the headquarters of the Limit Dojo, only to find that Hong and Leishen remained in a deep slumber.
After that.
Luo Feng and Xu Xin held their long-awaited wedding ceremony!
Everything was peaceful. Under the overwhelming presence of Luo Feng, the entire world remained calm and tranquil.
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Winter of 2061.
“Pingping, come here, take another bite. Yes, good girl!” Luo Feng held a small rice bowl and turned to feed his other son, “Xiaohai, come here, good boy, yes, take another bite. Don’t be mischievous. Your older brother already had three bites, but you’ve only had one. Come on.” Luo Feng looked at his son with deep affection, coaxing and feeding him.
On the nearby couch, Xu Xin was knitting a sweater by hand, occasionally glancing over with a smile.
“Luo Feng, Luo Feng,” Babata’s voice echoed in his consciousness.
Luo Feng’s hand holding the rice bowl paused slightly: “What is it?”
“Except for the auxiliary propulsion system, the entire Black Dragon spaceship has been fully repaired. Although it still cannot perform interstellar travel, it can now achieve sub-light speed—100,000 kilometers per second!” Babata said excitedly. “Right now, within my storage space, I’m repairing the auxiliary propulsion system. The Black Dragon spaceship itself is already functional.”
“You once said that the amount of metal collected on Earth was insufficient for certain Golden-Horned Beast cultivation techniques, especially the ‘Celestial Body Cultivation Method,’ which you couldn’t even begin to practice.”
“With the Black Dragon spaceship, even though it’s only sub-light speed, it can reach Mars within an hour!”
“You can have breakfast at home in the morning, travel to Mars, and return in the evening for dinner!” Babata continued enthusiastically.
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