Volume One, Chapter Seventy: The Super Kuya People

“So powerful!” The Ninth-Level Demon Emperor, the Great Vajra Bear, Xiong Gang, stared intently at the newly appeared golden figure. Even though there was still some distance between them, Xiong Gang could clearly sense the strength emanating from that golden body.

“An Eighth-Level Immortal Emperor—just an Eighth-Level Immortal Emperor, yet his physique is already so terrifying!” Ao Wuming also sensed the power of the golden figure. Although his realm was only that of an Eighth-Level Demon Emperor, in terms of physical prowess, even with Ao Wuming’s inherited Dragon Pearl or Wen Feng’s Golden Execution Spirit Pearl, neither could compare to this Eighth-Level Immortal Emperor.

“Lan Gang?” Qin Shuang was slightly surprised. “Has the Dinosaur Realm also produced a golden token?”

In the sky, the golden figure appeared before Qin Shuang in the blink of an eye. He bowed ninety degrees with great respect and said, “Lan Gang greets Senior Qin. Just as you said, the Dinosaur Realm has also produced a golden token.”

“That speed... even faster than mine...” Zong Jue stared wide-eyed. Everyone present could see clearly that Lan Gang had not used teleportation.

Without teleportation, he was still faster than Zong Jue. Even with the enhancement of their inherited spirit treasures, Wen Feng and Ao Wuming could not match the speed of this Eighth-Level Immortal Emperor!

Is this still an Immortal Emperor? Everyone shook their heads in awe. If an Eighth-Level Demon Emperor could be so formidable, then once he reached the Ninth Level, even three or five Wen Fengs or Ao Wumings combined might not be his match.

Lan Gang was one of the two super Kuya people of the Dinosaur Realm.

The young man in white narrowed his eyes at the newly arrived Lan Gang. “If you don’t compete now, I’ll consider it your surrender.”

“Even if you are fast and your body is strong, as an Eighth-Level Demon Emperor, you pose no threat to me.” The young man in white was supremely confident. At their level, speed and physique were no longer the decisive factors in victory.

“Senior Qin, let me deal with him first, then I’ll tell you about the Dinosaur Realm,” Lan Gang said, unable to suppress his annoyance at the white-clad youth’s arrogance.

“Be careful, Lan Gang. This fellow is very strong.” Qin Shuang smiled and reminded him. “It’s a good opportunity for me to witness the strength of you super Kuya people.”

“Yes, Senior Qin. I will be careful.” As an Eighth-Level Immortal Emperor among the Kuya people, Lan Gang surpassed the super divine beast Golden-Winged Roc in speed and Wen Feng, even with the Golden Execution Spirit Pearl, in physical strength.

Yet despite this, Lan Gang was still exceedingly respectful toward Qin Shuang, which astonished everyone present.

“Qin Shuang...” Ao Wuming sounded a little worried. “If Lan Gang loses, this best-of-five match may still need another round...” Clearly, Ao Wuming was confident in Lan Gang’s speed and physique, but he also knew that the white-clad youth’s understanding of space was far beyond Lan Gang’s.

“It doesn’t matter,” Qin Shuang replied with perfect calm and a smile. “Even if we lose, so what? Except for those few who are worth keeping, the rest can simply be killed.”

“This...” Ao Wuming was momentarily speechless, surprised by how ruthless this mysterious Qin Shuang could be.

“Hmph, I didn’t expect someone so eager to die.” The young man in white snorted coldly. “Don’t think that just because you’re fast and strong, you’re invincible...”

In terms of speed and physical prowess, he was indeed not as good as Lan Gang, but when it came to the purity of energy and mastery over space, the white-clad youth was confident he far surpassed Lan Gang.

Lan Gang said nothing, but strolled nonchalantly to a spot near the white-clad youth. With a casual wave, a gust of wind swept sharply across the youth’s face.

The young man’s expression changed instantly. The mere wind from a wave of Lan Gang’s hand felt like a blade scraping his face, burning with pain.

“You... courting death.” A fan suddenly appeared in the youth’s hand. With a flick, two high-level divine beasts under the command of two Ninth-Level Demon Emperors appeared and lunged at Lan Gang from both sides.

“Such petty tricks.” Lan Gang curled his lip in disdain and vanished from sight.

“Bang! Bang!” In an instant, both beasts exploded almost simultaneously, and in Lan Gang’s hands were the struggling primal souls of the two beasts.

“Your pets are nothing but trash,” Lan Gang said with a faint smile.

“So fast!” Everyone had seen Lan Gang’s actions clearly. He had first darted toward the dog-headed, tiger-bodied beast, punched straight through its heart, and pulled out its primal soul. Then, moving so fast that many thought it happened at the same time, he appeared before the leopard, punched through its body, and seized its primal soul as well. With a gentle squeeze, both primal souls were crushed.

His speed was so bewildering that even the white-clad youth hadn’t reacted in time—it was simply inconceivable.

“Is that really an Eighth-Level Immortal Emperor?” Hu Changfeng and Luo Changqing stared in disbelief. Even Song Shi, also an Eighth-Level Immortal Emperor, was powerful, but his strength lay in his mastery of space, whereas Lan Gang’s power was purely brute force.

“Even if I reach the Ninth-Level Demon Emperor, I probably still wouldn’t match that speed!” Zong Jue exclaimed, hardly daring to believe it. “Perhaps only with an inherited spirit treasure could I hope to keep up.”

“If you have anything else, throw it all at me,” Lan Gang declared. Golden light and purple electric serpents spiraled around him, making him appear truly imposing.

“Hmph, nothing more. I’ll let my two pets keep you company in death,” the white-clad youth retorted, and suddenly his figure trembled. After the tremor, he split into seven identical selves.

“Heh, it’s no different from multiplying those beasts just now,” Lan Gang mocked, not taking this trick seriously at all.

“To think he’s grown this much in tens of millions of years,” the Drunkard said with a smile, nodding in approval at the white-clad youth’s display.

“They’re... exactly the same strength...” Ao Wuming exclaimed in shock. Creating clones wasn’t difficult, but having clones as strong as the original was a different matter.

Only Qin Shuang seemed to see through the trick. “Not bad, he actually acquired six protective puppets, though they’re of lower quality,” Qin Shuang mused. “But these puppets are far inferior to my own clone.” Speaking of which, Qin Shuang had one as well, even stronger than his true body.

“Let’s see how you handle this.” The seven white-clad youths spread out, sealing off all escape routes. “Die!” they shouted, attacking Lan Gang together with weapons in hand.

Not only that, but the space Lan Gang occupied had already been locked down, just as the youth had done to Wen Feng earlier—first using spatial pressure to restrict movement, then teleporting to his target for a decisive blow.

“Boom!” Lan Gang’s fist instantly shattered one of the youth’s puppets.

“This... impossible!” The white-clad youth was stunned. The spatial pressure had no effect at all.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!” In his moment of shock, Lan Gang flashed around cheerfully, quickly smashing three more of the youth’s puppets.

“Ah!” the white-clad youth screamed, hurriedly retrieving the last two puppets. He had obtained those six with great difficulty and was always reluctant to use them. Since reaching the Eighth-Level Immortal Emperor, he had never needed them—yet today, Lan Gang had destroyed four.

“Spatial pressure is useless...” The youth’s mind was in chaos, his body flickering as he desperately tried to evade. He knew that even with a mid-grade divine armor, he could never withstand a punch from Lan Gang. While dodging, he racked his brains for a solution.

But he forgot—Lan Gang’s speed was far beyond his.

In just a few breaths, the youth found Lan Gang’s smiling face suddenly before him.

“Boom!” With no suspense, Lan Gang’s fist landed. The divine armor, the youth’s body—everything turned to dust. The primal soul, unable to withstand even the aftershock of that punch, was utterly annihilated.

What was true shock? This was true shock.

The power of Lan Gang’s punch was seared into everyone’s memory. The once proud Wu Long, Ao Wuming, and Wen Feng all felt a shadow fall over their hearts.

So what if they survived the Divine Tribulation and ascended? Could they ever hope to stand against someone like this?

“Heh, today I’ve finally witnessed the might of a super Kuya. No wonder the Tyrannosauruses plotted against you back then. With your existence, they really are nothing,” Qin Shuang said, suddenly understanding a bit of the ancient dinosaurs’ motivations after witnessing the Kuya’s power.

Lan Gang returned to Qin Shuang and bowed deeply once more. “Senior Qin, sorry to have kept you waiting.”

Only now did everyone realize that this nearly invincible Lan Gang was so respectful to Qin Shuang.

“Heh, I wager he alone could kill us all,” said Li Lin, the Ninth-Level Immortal Emperor, with a bitter laugh.

“Let’s go. No need to embarrass ourselves further.” The Drunkard waved, gathering the remaining seven people.

Just as he was about to lead them away, the sky suddenly changed.

The once white clouds turned multicolored in an instant. Electric serpents danced across the sky, heralding the arrival of something grand.

To everyone’s surprise, the colorful clouds flickered just for a moment and receded, revealing a solitary figure in the sky.

(To be continued)