The Pseudo-Xiantian Fighters, forcibly elevated to the Xiantian realm, had not yet mastered the art of projecting True Qi externally, nor could they perfectly control their surging power. With several swift pounces, the Black Panthers tore dozens more fighters apart. Easy mobile reading: $\alpha$. Though the Black Panthers suffered over thirty casualties, the loss of nearly a hundred Xiantian Fighters still wrung a sharp pain from Gu Xiechen’s heart.

Ignoring the surrounding movements, Gu Xiechen roared, “Those who dare harm my people, die!”

Waving his claws, a bone-chilling cold energy, meters long, erupted from his ten fingertips. Whistling sharply, streaks of white chilling power descended from above. Gu Xiechen moved in a blur through the forest, his shadow trailing behind him. Time and again, he plunged his claws into the bodies of the Black Panthers. The bone-numbing, indestructible Snow Soul Divine Aura shook the Panthers until their bodies violently exploded.

The Black Panthers’ bodies were incredibly tough, but before the Ruyi Gloves, their hardened flesh was no different from tofu. Gu Xiechen easily drove his claws into their bodies, effortlessly blasting out amplified waves of the Snow Soul Divine Aura. The Bu Yun Boots increased Gu Xiechen’s movement speed by more than double. He weaved through the fray, leaving afterimages in his wake. In just a few breaths, the remaining dozens of Black Panthers were all slain.

The Fighters, who had formed a defensive circle, erupted in joyful shouts: “Vice Commander!”

In the mercenary world, might makes right. Gu Xiechen’s effortless obliteration of the Black Panther bio-beasts—creatures that had been choking these Fighters—immediately established absolute authority in their minds.

Gu Xiechen turned, about to order the Fighters to retreat toward the transport ship they arrived on, when a fierce wind rushed down from above. A massive black saber, nearly a foot longer than an average person is tall, cleaved down toward his head.

The Battle Warrior of the Ksitigarbha Temple gathered every ounce of his spirit and vigor to unleash the strongest strike of his life. The muscles on his lean frame swelled. The heavy saber, forged from specialized alloy, weighed roughly a ton, and with the full impetus driven by the Battle Warrior of the Ksitigarbha Temple, the force contained within it was enough to cleave a small mountain in two.

But Gu Xiechen was no small mountain!

The Snow Soul Divine Claws stirred ten cold rays in the air. Gu Xiechen let out a strange cry and aggressively hacked his dual claws toward the descending black saber.

With several sharp chi-chi sounds, the Battle Warrior of the Ksitigarbha Temple watched in horror as his treasured blade was sliced into more than a dozen pieces by Gu Xiechen’s bare hands! Gu Xiechen’s hands acted like a priceless blade, shattering the prized weapon of the Battle Warrior of the Ksitigarbha Temple head-on without the slightest effort.

The Battle Warrior of the Ksitigarbha Temple felt his hands lighten. He landed beside Gu Xiechen, empty-handed. While the disbelieving Battle Warrior stared numbly at his empty palms, Gu Xiechen gave him no chance to react, casually slamming a palm onto the center of the Battle Warrior’s chest.

With a dull thud, the Snow Soul Divine Aura, augmented by the Ruyi Gloves, pulverized the Battle Warrior of the Ksitigarbha Temple into dust. Pieces of flesh, accompanied by a chilling aura, scattered rapidly in every direction.

Wu Qingniang, who had been hiding on the treetop preparing to launch a surprise attack on Gu Xiechen, froze. He clapped a hand over his mouth in terror!

The black treasure saber of the Battle Warrior of the Ksitigarbha Temple was forged from the toughest specialized alloy of the Earth Federation; even high-energy lasers required some effort to cut through it. Yet Gu Xiechen had severed it with ‘bare hands’? And the fracture surface of the saber was as smooth as a mirror—what kind of flesh and blood was Gu Xiechen’s hand, really?

Wu Qingniang, with a grim expression, silently signaled a ‘retreat.’ The six servant ninjas behind him were equally terrified, immediately deploying their clan’s secret techniques to flee. Wu Qingniang himself vanished in a puff of greenish smoke. Not one of them mentioned Ducati Holtherson, whom they had just agreed to attack Gu Xiechen with.

Just as Siren and Arithia were sprinting toward Gu Xiechen, dense masses of thousands of ghastly white armed robots surged out from the dense forests on their left and right flanks. The electronic eyes of these robots locked onto Siren and Arithia simultaneously, and their thick arms rose together.

Siren shrieked, and a silver light surged from his brow. Vast swathes of silver light flickered around him, and countless beautiful women, armed with various firearms, leaped out from the light, shouting cries of "Long live the Master!" These beautiful women opened fire on the surrounding robots the moment they emerged from the silver light, immediately filling the air with the sound of gunfire.

The armed robots that had just targeted Siren and Arithia momentarily paused, their electronic eyes swiveling erratically, confused by the sudden appearance of so many entities.

After shaking their hands wildly for a moment, the robots opened fire simultaneously with their six-barreled machine guns. Innumerable thick tongues of flame swept the area, hitting Siren’s summoned beauties. One by one, the beautiful women were blown to pieces in the hail of bullets, and fine silver motes continuously flowed back into Siren’s body. More beauties poured out around Siren, while more beautiful forms exploded and fell amidst the gunfire.

The firepower of the women was at least ten times weaker than that of the armed robots. On average, fifty beauties had to be ‘sacrificed’ before they could barely destroy one armed robot.

Siren roared in fury: “This is a desecration of ‘beauty’! You damned… you damned… wait? Are you also Boundary Puppets?”

The destroyed armed robots also dissolved into thin white lights and flew away. Siren immediately understood the identity of these armed machines.

“Bring it on, desecration or not, who’s afraid of whom?” Siren was utterly enraged.

The cry of "Long live the Master!" rose like a tsunami, and countless muscular, naked women surged out of the silver light. These women rushed suicidally toward the armed robots, carrying explosives. Massive explosions sounded continuously, blasting large numbers of armed robots into fragments.

More armed robots flooded into the fray from the forest on one side, and more muscular, naked women carrying bombs charged toward these robots. For a time, the two sides reached a bizarre equilibrium.

Large beads of sweat dripped from Siren’s body. Manufacturing Boundary Puppets was an exhausting task, and every time a puppet was destroyed, Siren lost a small amount of mental energy.

Ducati Holtherson, standing on a large tree hundreds of meters away, was also drenched in sweat. He stared grindingly at the forest ahead, which was ablaze with firelight and constant explosions, and roared back in equal fury: “Boundary Master… there are Boundary Masters here… damn bastards!”

Through the thick foliage, the gazes of Ducati Holtherson and Siren seemed to collide, igniting intense flashes of firelight.

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