As Yan Kuangsheng sprang into action, the Grand Councillors aboard the warship erupted in joy.
"We’re saved, we’re saved!"
"We should be fine now!"
Their faith in Yan Kuangsheng was absolute. His reputation as a god-level powerhouse reassured them, and they believed nothing could go wrong now.
Yan Kuangsheng summoned a radiant blade ray, which streaked through the air and struck the Bloodthirsty Python's massive claw. The impact was immediate—a sharp cut appeared, and blood splattered into the air.
The Bloodthirsty Python was in pain, instinctively loosened its grip on the warship. Seizing the opportunity, the vessel shot forward at maximum speed, disappearing into the distance.
Lin Moyu barely registered the warship’s escape. His eyes were glued to Yan Kuangsheng, watching intently. He was desperate to understand how god-level powerhouses fought.
The Bloodthirsty Python roared furiously, lashing out at Yan Kuangsheng with its colossal claw. Simultaneously, bolts of electricity burst from its body, transforming into thunderbolts that rained down on him.
Suddenly, multicolored rings of light appeared around Yan Kuangsheng.
Lin Moyu’s eyes narrowed in surprise, “Those are supports’ status buffs... but Yan Kuangsheng is a Divine Warrior. Where did he get the status buffs skill?”
With the buffs in place, Yan Kuangsheng's combat power surged exponentially. His blade ray shone brighter, radiating intense blade energy that sliced through the incoming thunderbolts.
Lin Moyu observed every move, awestruck. What seemed like simple blade strikes were actually a skill. More impressively, Yan Kuangsheng executed this skill without a pause—there was no delay, no cooldown between each strike. The seamless fluidity of his movements allowed him to chain dozens of strikes together in just a second.
Blade energy hit the Bloodthirsty Python with devastating force, tearing through its impenetrable scales and drawing a torrent of blood.
In a fit of rage, the Bloodthirsty Python let out an earth-shaking roar. Its entire body lit up, casting a glow that illuminated the space. In an instant, the space around them was filled with countless thunderbolts, hurtling toward Yan Kuangsheng from different directions.
But Yan Kuangsheng remained unfazed. With a mighty swing, his massive blade cleaved through the air, surrounding him in a storm of blade energy.
Lin Moyu watched in awe, "So this is how god-level powerhouses fight?"
Ignoring cooldowns, they unleashed skills freely, each as devastating as a forbidden spell.
The blade energy, 100 meters wide and 1,000 meters long, swept forward like a tidal wave. Even a mere graze, Lin Moyu felt, would be fatal. His Bone Armor, Summon Health Link, and Damage Transfer—all would be rendered useless. No matter how many skeletons he had, he would be obliterated in an instant. Ŗἁ
Compared to this, the earlier skirmish between Bai Yiyuan and Yan Kuangsheng seemed like child's play.
Aboard the warship, Dongfang Yao's face was pale with disbelief. She had finally witnessed Mad God her father spoke of, and his power was overwhelming. Yet a spark of confidence ignited in her eyes—one day, she believed she could reach such heights.
When they finally returned to the courtyard at the heart of the Bloody Land, Yan Kuangsheng used the talisman to heal his wounds and changed out of his bloody clothes. While doing so, he pointed to a deep scar on his chest. "See this scar?"
There was a scar running from his right shoulder all the way down to his left abdomen.
Lin Moyu found it strange. For class users, they would either die or come out entirely unscathed, with even severed limbs able to regenerate. Scars were unheard of. And for a god-level powerhouse like Yan Kuangsheng, a single god-level healing spell should have erased any trace of injury—unless he chose to keep it.
Yan Kuangsheng chuckled, "You’re thinking I left this scar on purpose? You’re wrong!"
After he finished dressing, Yan Kuangsheng continued, "When I was level 69, I ventured into the core area with a group of class users around the same level as me. We killed boss after boss, feeling pretty good about ourselves. And then..."
Lin Moyu listened carefully, but something in Yan Kuangsheng's expression shifted.
Yan Kuangsheng smiled bitterly, "Then we saw it—from a distance. No one dared to make a move. It glanced at us once and then closed its eyes. That one look was enough. We turned and ran, tails between our legs. Looking back, it was a blessing we didn’t attack. We would’ve all died."
He walked into his house, leaving the door open, and Lin Moyu followed him inside. The interior was simple, with no bed—only a meditation mat and a small tea table. On the table sat a teapot, the water within perpetually boiling.
Yan Kuangsheng sat down, and Lin Moyu poured him tea. Without caring about the scalding liquid, Yan Kuangsheng drained the cup before continuing, "The second time, I was level 89, just a step away from god-level. I found a spatial channel in the lower layer that led to the upper layer’s core area. This time, I made my move. Can you guess what happened?"
Lin Moyu shook his head. "I have no clue."
Yan Kuangsheng downed another cup of tea, "It casually lifted a claw and swiped down. I was knocked out of the core area instantly."
Lin Moyu shuddered at the story. The core area was vast—tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands, of kilometers wide. The sheer power behind a strike that could send Yan Kuangsheng flying for such a distance was terrifying.
Yan Kuangsheng emptied his third cup of tea and smiled, "Consider this your tribute to me as my disciple."
Lin Moyu nodded in acknowledgment. Three cups of tea, three tributes—a symbolic ceremony of becoming a disciple. From this moment on, Lin Moyu had gained a second teacher.
"Teacher, is that how you got the scar?" Lin Moyu asked.
Yan Kuangsheng laughed heartily. "No... I was seriously injured that time, but it didn’t leave a scar. The third time—I had already reached level 93 god-level—I ventured from the deep layer back to the lower layer, and by chance, found a spatial channel leading to the upper layer. As a god-level expert, I could only stay in the upper layer for 10 minutes, and I had just one opportunity to attack. But once again, I lost... in a single strike."
Yan Kuangsheng paused, his expression shifting slightly, "This time, it spoke—just three words: 'You're too weak!'" He leaned forward, eyes gleaming, "Guess how I felt at that moment?"
Lin Moyu smiled bitterly, "You probably thought, 'The damn monster can actually talk...'"
Yan Kuangsheng slapped the table, bursting into laughter. "Ha-ha-ha-ha! You're damn right I did!"