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"He’s quite alert..."

Chen Qing looked at the scale-armored woman who had fallen in front, her one thigh burned away, and took a more serious glance.

In that instant, both Star hovering in midair and Hou Xiaoliang below, who had been utterly terrified, fell silent.

The Flame Dragon King had been burned to death...

Such news, if released, would probably be laughed off by the general public!

But it had truly happened...

Star felt that even he would have been seriously injured if touched by that torrent of molten lava; however, the moment the white-clothed man unleashed his rocket, the surging magma was pierced through like it was made of paper, and the Dragon King, glowing red like a hot iron, was reduced to ashes in mere seconds under the fire of that arrow, without even a few cries of agony.

He swore, in all his life he had never seen such terrifying flames!

This monster... where did it come from?

"Who are you?"

The Duchess stumbled to her feet, instantly severing her burned leg. The acute pain made her body convulse, but she still couldn’t believe that all of what had just happened was real.

Zhuo Ge was the reincarnation of the Flame King. Even as a child, he could swim in lava as if his body was one with the flames. She could never have imagined that one day... Zhuo Ge would be burned to death!

Have you ever seen a fish drown?

Chen Qing ignored the other person and looked toward the location of the Sorcerer Team, speaking indifferently, "Killing these people should about secure our victory in this battle, right?"

Hou Xiaoliang was startled, his mind almost frozen, and could only nod stupidly: "If... if they can all be killed..."

Upon hearing this, Chen Qing raised his head to look at Star.

In that instant, Star felt his body hair stand on end!

It had been a long time since he felt this sensation, this near-death terror...

Without any hesitation, Star immediately left the Duchess behind and flew toward his own camp at breakneck speed.

The air friction burned his skin red-hot, and even his steel-like skin began to decay, but he didn’t care.

He knew that if he didn’t run with all his might, he wouldn’t be able to escape.

That monster...

He had already decided; once he reached the war zone, he would let those troops cover him while he, without any hesitation, would run back to the Virtual Realm and never come out again. He wouldn’t face this monster, not even once.

Damn Central Federation, this was deliberate, setting up this trap on purpose, hiding such a monster!

Damn... damn... damn...

Approaching the military area, all the Western troops saw the War God-like Star running for his life toward them, yet still being seized.

The embodiment of Western pride, the idolized superhuman reborn, the man who was invincible, now appeared as panicked as a turkey awaiting slaughter, being held by the neck, desperately struggling but looking so powerless.

Then... in the stunned faces of everyone, he melted away...

Yes, like a human-shaped ice cream, just like that, dissolving amid wails into vapor upon the ground, and with a gust of wind, not a trace remained!

All the officers who witnessed this laid down their weapons, standing still in shock.

They even doubted it was a nightmare because even nightmares didn’t carry such despair.

The superhuman image, built up over decades, the man who was so powerful that even the official powers didn’t know how to kill, whom various governments were secretly considering how to contain, was just slaughtered as easily as one would kill a chicken.

Struggling more weakly than turkey chicks...

The whole scene was silent. In the distance, the gunfire continued, but at this moment, all the officers lost any fervor, driven to the depths of despair.

Chen Qing looked up at them. In that instant, everyone involuntarily held their breath, with some even closing their eyes. They didn’t know how they could possibly deal with such a monster.

But Chen Qing had no intention of taking action. His agreement with Zhang Zhengyuan did not include the slaughter of ordinary troops. The other party would help him eliminate the threat of Number One, and he, in return, would eliminate the Western high-end combat capability during the war.

His clone’s strength was limited, and although killing these lower life forms would not exhaust too much energy, he thought it best to conserve that energy. After all, the faith power needed to reconstruct the clone into the main deity was no small amount...

Chen Qing turned and with a step, transformed into a burst of flames and returned to his original position.

Without the Divine Wind, he was somewhat unaccustomed; just now, he had nearly let that cosplayer of Superman and Captain America run back to his base. If truly restricted by some inexplicable modern weaponry, it would probably be another considerable effort wasted.

After Chen Qing turned and left, all the officers remained dumbfounded for about a quarter of an hour before coming to their senses. When they realized what had happened, almost each of them had a soaked back—a feeling of surviving a calamity had them wanting to stay no longer.

"General... what... what do we do?"

"What else can we do?" The leading Western general turned and slapped someone fiercely: "Retreat immediately, retreat as soon as possible, this is all a trap, a despicable trap of the Yellow Race!!"

The retreat alarm sounded instantly, transmitted to every soldier on the battlefield through intelligence. The front-line soldiers were confused; the situation was clearly favorable, so why the sudden retreat?

The flames in the sky were about to completely melt the Golden Buddha of the Central Federation, ready to launch the all-out assault, ready to utterly purge these damned yellow-skinned monkeys out of Digital City.

Retreat, at this moment?

Had the commander gone mad from drinking too much?

Before they could react, the Dragon Rego, which had been providing covering fire in the sky, abruptly turned around, its eyes already bloodshot with the determination to break through the defense and shred those insects that had wounded it.

But just then, a wail echoed in its mind, causing Rego to unbelievably turn its head back...

That voice belonged to Zhuo Ge, the strongest among the three Dragon Kings!

What had happened?

Without any hesitation, it turned and flew towards the source of Zhuo Ge’s cries with the speed of a hurricane, leaving the Western soldiers below utterly baffled.

Could it be... something unthinkable had occurred?

For a moment, a sense of unease inexplicably rose in the soldiers’ hearts...

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"Ever consider letting me off the hook?" The Duchess asked, without the slightest hint of resistance, flashing a bright smile as she looked at Chen Qing.

Resistance was futile, as there was not the slightest chance of victory; to face someone who could kill Zhuo Ge with flames, who could catch up to Stal in an instant, and who could melt the enemy with his bare hands—such power was beyond her imagination.

Although she normally despised the pervert who liked to play with toy airplanes atop tall buildings, she had to admit that in terms of strength, Stal was the strongest among the Western Camp’s special combat forces, and even she faced a high chance of getting killed by him in a direct confrontation, despite having three dragons at her disposal.

The official verdict was that within three more years, he would have the power to kill Zhang Zhengyuan with his bare hands.

Yet such a man... didn’t stand a chance against this man in white!

They were simply not on the same level...

"Sorry..." Chen Qing, looking at the Duchess’s flirtatious smile, shook his head coldly, "I made a promise and can’t go back on my word..."

The Technique’s promise was rigid; if he had to kill the special combat forces of one side, then he must do so, otherwise, Chen Qing would not have allowed the Central Federation to be in such chaos. It was all to draw out the Western Camp’s so-called special combat forces.

It saved him the trouble of having to go to the Western Digital City and hunt them down one by one.

The only reason he had not struck down this woman immediately was that she reminded him somewhat of the Princess Royale.

The Princess Royale was a woman who died a regrettable death. Born a natural leader, her extraordinary charisma lingered in his mind, causing him to hesitate slightly, curious to see if the West had also produced such a figure.

But it seemed that wasn’t the case.

The Princess Royale would not beg for mercy in defeat, let alone use her body to beg pity from someone stronger than herself.

Such individuals, where could one effortlessly find them?

Chen Qing shook his head and didn’t wait for her to reply anxiously. With a casual wave of his hand, a massive inferno suddenly rose and instantly engulfed the Duchess and the two dragons that had arrived just in time!

The sea of fire appeared and vanished rapidly.

The Divine Fire Technique was controlled at will, constituting the most fearsome Rootless Fire.

The exploding flames surged violently and when they receded, it was as abrupt as a tide going out, leaving Hou Xiaoliang gaping in astonishment on the sidelines.

If not for witnessing it with his own eyes, he would have thought it was a mere movie.

Stal, who had been prestigious in the Federation for decades, and the woman regarded by the West as most dangerous, were both effortlessly snuffed out like mosquitoes by this man.

"Those Gray-robed Sorcerers must be their last special combat forces, right?" Chen Qing asked indifferently.

Hou Xiaoliang quickly came to his senses and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, senior..."

He dared not ask for more. Such a terrifying individual could easily destroy the enemy forces, but he was only targeting the special combat forces, clearly following some principle. No matter how those above sought to deploy this mysterious powerhouse, he dared not expect anything more...

Chen Qing nodded and then, as if remembering something, turned to him: "You infiltrated here to assassinate those Sorcerers, didn’t you?"

"Yes..." Hou Xiaoliang replied nervously.

"Have you thought about the possibility that you might not be able to escape?" Chen Qing looked at him.

"I’ve considered it..." Hou Xiaoliang didn’t understand why he was being asked this but replied honestly, "But at this point, if I don’t act, I won’t be able to hide either..."

Laughing at the reply, Chen Qing said, "Fair enough."

He appreciated that the other man didn’t spout any nonsense about the greater good of the family and the country.

If someone was destined to oversee the people who crossed over from the Federation, this man, at least outspokenly honest, seemed quite fit for the role.