Millions of members of the Jumu Tribe have lived as slaves for generations, oppressed and exploited. From birth, they were indoctrinated with the belief that “the Demon Gods are invincible,” that “the Demon Gods are peerless,” and this has long become common knowledge. Yet now, a mysterious powerful figure from the cosmos suddenly appears, effortlessly annihilating dozens of Demon Gods, completely shattering their world.
God! This is truly a god!
“It is a god.” Long Lou, the genius and strongest warrior of the Jumu Tribe, kneels before them, gazing at the silver-armored youth with black hair and the bald man in black robes. His heart is ablaze with excitement!
This is the true power he, Long Lou, has pursued.
A surge of intense longing fills his heart. Long Lou prostrates himself, knocking his head hard against the ground, then lifts his head and hoarsely pleads, “Long Lou humbly wishes to become the god’s servant! I beg you, O god, accept me!”
“Hmm?”
Luo Feng turns his gaze, looking down at the young man with disheveled hair and clothes, and an inexplicable thought arises in his mind, “A peerless genius of his clan, the greatest warrior. Back in my days on Earth, I too was a peerless genius, the strongest. But I was luckier. I had the Golden-Horned Giant Beast clone and the inheritance of the Yimo Star, which allowed me to rise in the cosmos. This young one merely lacked an opportunity.”
“Luofeng,” Dylan transmits mentally, “there’s no need to concern yourself with this boy. Since the Virtual Universe Company has assigned you to deal with the Fenghuo Group, it’s clear they intend to eliminate this small organization. Afterward, the many slave planets left behind by the Fenghuo Group are something the Virtual Universe Company, a power of such magnitude, would disdain to manage through the slave trade.”
Luo Feng nods.
Slave trading is looked down upon by some superpowers, and the Virtual Universe Company is well aware of this. They understand that due to resource allocation and internal competition, slaves are a normal byproduct of civilization, so they do not interfere. However, once these slave planets, left behind by a malignant organization, are dealt with, the Virtual Universe Company would not manage them as slave worlds. Instead, they would transform them into normal habitable planets.
“With the Virtual Universe Company assigning personnel to manage these worlds, the slave planets will enter a normal developmental path. Young talents like Long Lou will receive proper cultivation,” Dylan explains.
“Mm.”
Luo Feng nods, glancing at Long Lou. “It all depends on how this young one carves his own path.”
“Let’s go.” Luo Feng instantly transforms into a streak of light.
Zzzt! Dylan follows closely behind.
The two vanish from the sight of the millions of the Jumu Tribe, leaving behind a tribe in stunned silence.
“What do we do now? So many Demon Gods have died—Demon God Palace will surely be furious!”
“We’re in big trouble.”
“They might take it out on us!”
Millions of the tribe’s people are in uproar, panic-stricken. Generations of oppression have ingrained in their subconscious the Demon God Palace as the ultimate power.
“The god didn’t take me. The god…” Long Lou kneels there, dazed, but seeing the mangled corpses of the Fenghuo Group’s lower-ranking warriors nearby, he shudders. “Given the Demon God Palace’s tyranny, with so many Demon Gods dead, they will surely vent their wrath on us Jumu Tribe. Our entire tribe might be wiped out. What should we do? What now?”
Cold sweat drips from Long Lou’s forehead.
“Young one, the Demon God Palace will fall, and Bes Planet will have an equal chance to develop like other habitable planets. Just wait for the personnel from the Virtual Universe Company,” a voice echoes in Long Lou’s mind.
“That’s the god’s voice!”
Long Lou’s eyes light up, and suddenly he feels filled with strength. Doubt creeps in, “Will the Virtual Universe Company send people to our planet? What is the Virtual Universe Company? Could this Virtual Universe Company actually destroy the invincible Demon God Palace?”
If the eighteen top directors of the Fenghuo Group had heard this, they would have trembled in fear.
…
Demon God Palace.
The most terrifying place on the entire Bes Planet, the source of fear for countless slave tribes. In truth, it is merely a base of elite Fenghuo Group soldiers stationed here, consisting of one Cosmic-level warrior, fifty Stellar-level warriors, and five thousand Planetary-level warriors of the ninth rank. This overwhelming force is maintained mainly because Bes Planet’s “Honghuo Grass” is highly profitable, making Bes Planet a core planet among hundreds of surrounding slave worlds, hence the presence of a Cosmic-level warrior stationed here.
A Cosmic-level warrior can already dominate an entire ordinary star system.
…
Yet one of the Fenghuo Group’s eighteen high-ranking directors, ‘Kerachi,’ arrives on Bes Planet with his personal guard. To Kerachi, Bes Planet is merely a vacation spot. He resides in the Demon God Palace, indulging in the beautiful male and female servants sent from nearby slave planets. Kerachi is truly living in luxury.
The eighteen directors each have different temperaments.
Kerachi enjoys torturing slaves for pleasure, so he often stays on one of his subordinate slave planets for a while.
For instance, ‘Pansi,’ the strongest among the eighteen directors, has already reached the third stage of Sovereign. He is extremely disciplined, living most of the time in the ‘Bain Asteroid Belt,’ a desolate asteroid belt where ordinary humans cannot survive, which is Pansi’s place of cultivation.
“Beep—Beep—Beep—”
A piercing alarm echoes throughout the Demon God Palace. The vast palace, sprawling across dozens of kilometers atop a towering mountain, descends into chaos.
“What’s going on? What’s happening?”
The leader of Bes Planet is a man covered in blue fur, with deep green eyes. At first glance, he resembles a standing wolf. He is the administrator of Bes Planet and the supreme ruler of hundreds of surrounding slave planets—’Mochaer,’ a Cosmic-level warrior of the seventh stage!
“The director is in my Demon God Palace, and there’s an alarm? If the director gets angry…” Mochaer sweats profusely, while the intelligent holo-bracelet on his arm automatically connects to the planetary defense system’s main control center. Through the holo-bracelet, Mochaer clearly sees the events that just transpired.
The two mysterious figures—an armored youth in silver armor and a bald man in black robes—effortlessly annihilated one of his squads. Their power must be at least Cosmic-level.
“They entered the planet without triggering the planetary alert system. These two…” Mochaer is deeply alarmed, rushing toward the inner palace to see the great director Kerachi.
“Director!”
“Director!”
Mochaer rushes toward the inner palace.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Rapidly, figures emerge around the inner palace of the Demon God Palace. Each is clad in standardized crimson battle armor, exuding powerful auras. Each of them is a Cosmic-level warrior of the ninth stage, coldly watching Mochaer. Mochaer is so frightened he dares not proceed further.
“Mochaer, what are you doing?” One of the deputy commanders of the guard, a Domain Lord of the fifth stage, coldly eyes Mochaer.
“Lord,” Mochaer replies anxiously, “two mysterious warriors suddenly arrived on our Bes Planet. The planetary defense system didn’t detect them at all. Now, one of my squads has been completely destroyed.”
“Foolish! No force in the Cui Lang Star Domain dares to provoke the Fenghuo Group,” the deputy commander says coldly. “You can send all the information through your holo-bracelet to the director. Don’t disturb him.”
“Yes.”
Mochaer replies respectfully.
The Fenghuo Group has a strict hierarchy, with the eighteen directors sitting at the pinnacle. As an organization backed by Sovereign-level warriors, though not among the top ten in the entire Cui Lang Star Domain, it still ranks within the top fifty. This is only their publicly known strength. With their dominance in slave trading and other dark methods, the Fenghuo Group has powerful backers, which is why the deputy commander dares to claim that no force in the Cui Lang Star Domain dares to challenge them.
Unfortunately, this time it is the forces of the Virtual Universe Company that have struck.
“Boom!”
In an instant.
A violent figure bursts from the inner palace. Standing about three meters tall, broad-shouldered and muscular, with a face full of black beard and eyes glowing purple, his powerful aura spreads. This rough man is none other than Kerachi, one of the eighteen directors of the Fenghuo Group. Now, Kerachi panics and shouts, “Everyone, board your respective starships and evacuate Bes Planet immediately!”
“Yes, Director!” Though puzzled, all the guards obey.
Instantly!
Zzzt! Zzzt! Zzzt! Zzzt! Zzzt! Zzzt!
Over a hundred figures shoot into the sky from the Demon God Palace. Almost all of them retrieve a Class-C standard starship from their spatial rings. Director Kerachi also takes out the same type of standard starship, clearly attempting to confuse the enemy by blending in, making it difficult for them to determine which ship he is in.
“Still trying to escape?” A cold voice rings out.
Immediately, countless golden lights blaze in the sky above the Demon God Palace. These golden lights are composed entirely of tiny golden swords. In an instant, the golden swords sweep across the sky above the Demon God Palace, and the Class-C standard starships are torn apart like paper, instantly shredded and falling from the sky like rain. Over a hundred starships crash onto the Demon God Palace, shattering its roof and decorations.
Director Kerachi and his personal guards stare in shock.
Then they look toward the distance…
In the dark night (the Demon God Palace and the Jumu Tribe are on opposite sides of the planet; it is daytime for the Jumu Tribe, but night here), Kerachi and his guards clearly see two figures hovering in the night sky—one in silver armor, the other in black robes.
“Your… your Immortal Lordship!” Director Kerachi immediately prostrates himself in midair, trembling with fear.
Upon hearing the director’s words, his guards instinctively kneel in terror.
“Your Immortal Lordship!”
The voices echo above the Demon God Palace. Meanwhile, the true master of the Demon God Palace, the Cosmic-level warrior Mochaer and his forces, look up in stunned disbelief at the sight of their revered Director Kerachi trembling in fear and prostrated below. An Immortal Lord?
Good heavens!
“Your Immortal Lordship!” Mochaer quickly kneels down, followed by everyone else.
In the distant sky.
Luo Feng and Dylan begin conversing.
“This fellow has good eyesight. He actually recognized me as an Immortal,” Dylan says with a smile.
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