I can see the blood bar and my purity is extremely high

Chapter 217: The Guardian of Shenzhou, the Way to Break the Situation
The god-level transcendent who was stationed in the imperial capital came very quickly, almost in an instant, and his terrifying divine thoughts exerted their power to cover the entire battlefield in an instant.

As a key protected person, Lu Wenwu has always been guarded by powerful gods on Blue Star.

In a sense, he can be regarded as an invisible guardian.

It's just that he himself doesn't know.

After all, as long as Lu Wenwu continues to grow normally, he will basically be able to ascend to godhood and enter the realm of immortals on earth.

Every addition of such a strong man will be more beneficial to the current environment. There is no reason for Shenzhou not to send out guardians.

But the Guardian is not omnipotent.

Among people of the same level, the opponent activated the mythical item cleanly and neatly at the cost of his life, and no one could react.

Combat power can be supplemented and strengthened in other ways to surpass the limits of the current realm.

But in some aspects, if you don’t reach that level, it will be impossible to achieve it.

No matter how talented a baby is, he can't be 1.8 meters tall when he is born, right?

However, what was somewhat surprising was that this powerful god who had arrived in an instant did not seem to be a pure-blooded Shenzhou person, nor did he have the iconic black hair and black eyes.

He was a young man with delicate short golden hair and a haughty look.

He was wearing a sophisticated dark blue suit, a retro top hat, and holding a slender black cane.

A standard retro British gentleman's outfit - if you ignore the pair of Peak sneakers on his feet.

The blond boy looked to be about ten years old and was not very tall.

Her face was as pretty as a girl's, still with a bit of baby fat, and her pair of golden eyes were as gorgeous as gems.

"The Death Arena?"

Looking at the area where the interior scene could not be seen clearly, the blond boy raised his eyebrows slightly, and spoke with a pure old imperial capital accent.

"These stinking, lowly rats are really desperate. In order to kill this kid, they even brought out such a thing? Tsk, a bunch of idiots who call themselves saviors really don't take human life seriously."

While muttering, he flashed to the space sealed by the Death Arena.

He raised his thin and tender white fist and punched it hard at the blurry "wall" in front of him.

"Boom!"

A loud noise exploded on the spot, as if the entire space was shaking.

The control of this punch is extremely terrifying, and the power is perfectly contained in the fist.

Apart from a shallow scratch on the sealed space that was healing rapidly, the fragile asphalt road was not damaged at all.

"Hey, you're so stiff, it hurts!"

As if his hand was hurt by the recoil force, the blond boy quickly retracted his fist and blew on it with his mouth.

At the same time, he muttered some vulgar words and sentences incoherently and cursed.

"It's just like what the old man said, this thing is really fucking hard. These stinky rats are really damned, don't they need resources to train them to the God level? Why waste them so much? I'm so annoyed, sooner or later I'll kill these little bastards who are always looking for death."

The blond boy arrived quickly, and the other extraordinary people were not slow either.

This is the heart of Shenzhou, suppressing the most terrifying foggy copy area. It is not an exaggeration to say that there are so many masters and generals here.

In less than half a minute, two powerful gods and dozens of S-level warriors arrived one after another.

They had no intention of moving forward, but just stood quietly not far away, looking at the short blond boy with awe in their eyes.

What was even more shocking was that a middle-aged god-like warrior dressed as a Confucian scholar actually stepped forward cautiously, bent slightly, and respectfully saluted the blond boy with his fists clasped.

"Master Lan, I didn't expect that even you were alarmed. What happened here? We sensed the power fluctuation of S-level."

The blond boy called Master Lan ignored him and continued muttering to himself. There was a faint light flashing in his golden eyes as he kept looking at this sealed space.

Mr. Lan?

Some players who didn’t have a deep understanding of the powerful gods looked at each other in bewilderment, and saw the word "confused" in each other's eyes.

Although one of the unspoken rules between the cultivation world and the extraordinary people is that you cannot judge a person by his appearance, the style of the person in front of him is really a little bit off.

A foreigner with blond hair and golden eyes, speaking the old imperial capital dialect, is he an old monster who has reached the god level and belongs to Shenzhou?
Moreover, even the "Confucian Master", one of the guardians of the imperial capital, respectfully called him "Master" and treated him with courtesy as a junior.

What's even more outrageous is that the other party doesn't even have the slightest intention of paying attention???

This looks absolutely weird!

Who is this person?
The other Ascended God who had not come forward to greet him turned back solemnly and said:
"Don't let your imagination run wild. This senior was one of the guardians of Shenzhou at the beginning of the apocalypse. In order to protect the peace of Shenzhou, this senior who had survived the thunder tribulation at that time even gave up the opportunity to ascend and was forced to stay here until today."

"Master Lan is a truly peerless genius, a terrifying existence who almost set foot on the path to godhood during the Dharma Ending Age. The incident happened suddenly, and if seniors like Master Lan hadn't stepped forward in time, our Shenzhou would have been in great trouble."

"We must respect Master Lan. He has wasted his life and practiced for the sake of Shenzhou. This is a great deed!"

Ascend to the level of God in the Dharma Ending Age! ?

A land immortal who had almost reached the end of his cultivation path before the advent of the copy system! ?
Have you been forcibly suppressing your cultivation and not ascending?
Turtle!

Such a divine figure must be hundreds or even thousands of years old, right?
Regardless of age or cultivation level, there is really nothing wrong with calling him "Master Lan".

After such explanation by a powerful god, the doubts in everyone's eyes immediately turned into respect and admiration, and they couldn't wait to step forward and admire the peerless demeanor of the Guardian of Shenzhou.

Before they could take action, the powerful god said, "Put your thoughts aside. Master Lan has a strange temper. Not everyone can please him. Didn't you see that I am just standing here? Didn't you see that Master Lan didn't even pay attention to the Confucian Master? Do you want to go over and get beaten?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the people who were ready to make a move suddenly quieted down.

This Mr. Lan doesn't even give face to the powerful gods. His temper is really weird.

It is estimated that its strength is also top-notch.

This cannot be achieved simply by relying on qualifications, seniority and achievements.

It seemed that Mr. Lan had finally looked enough. His frown relaxed and the light in his eyes disappeared.

Glancing at the respectful Confucian teacher next to him, Master Lan said calmly, "Xiao Wuzi was sniped and killed by that gang of rats. Not only did they spend a lot of effort to erase the cause and effect and the secret of heaven, they also directly sacrificed a powerful god and opened the death arena."

"Xiao Wu, you mean 'Fifth Brother'?" The Confucian teacher was shocked, and his face suddenly showed anxiety. "The Death Arena is unsolvable in the lower world. In their eyes, 'Fifth Brother' is so valuable?"

"nonsense."

Mr. Lan rolled his eyes, his piercing golden eyes revealing undisguised disdain.

"Using a few old men whose lives are basically like this to exchange for Xiao Wuzi may seem painful, but it's actually a huge profit. If I were the army leader, I would do the same thing."

"Master Lan, we are now..."

"Just wait quietly." Grandpa Lan took out a beautifully made soft bed from somewhere, put it on the ground, and sat down on it.

Take off your shiny little leather shoes, take off your coat, untie your bow tie, turn over and lie down, cover yourself with the quilt, and close your eyes.

The whole movement is done in one go.

"Wait for them to come out and call me. I'll take a nap first."

".This is the infamous Death Arena, Master Lan! The Death Arena that killed several of our geniuses! You just slept like this?"

Although he was already familiar with the other party's temper, the Confucian teacher still felt helpless about it.

He was originally anxious and angry, but now he was in tears and amused by Lan Ye's action of making him fall asleep on the spot.

This guy is good in every way and his little quirks are easy to satisfy.

At once.
He is always lazy, seems to have no energy for anything, and likes to sleep.

Moreover, this gentleman looked down on everyone present equally, and thought that everyone present was trash.

Of course, he does have the qualifications.

Who allowed him to fight?
No one can beat him, so naturally they can only let him do what he wants.

If someone calls you a waste, you can only accept it with a pinch of your nose.

But it's just that when there are many urgent things to do, it suddenly starts to happen, which really raises people's blood pressure.

Perhaps annoyed by the Confucian teacher's words, Mr. Lan opened one eye a little and glanced at him.

Then he turned over and faced the Confucian teacher.

The voice came lazily with a hint of sleepiness, making the listener feel drowsy:
"The Death Arena is not absolutely unsolvable."

“Is it not unsolvable?”

"Well, but this method is not for everyone. If a loser uses it, it can only delay the time for a short time."

"Delaying for time?"

How is this delayed?

Do you have to rely on life-saving props to survive?
The Confucian teacher frowned and pondered, but he couldn't get the point.

Lan Ye's impatient voice came: "Why are you so stupid? No matter how powerful the Death Arena is, isn't it under the control of the dungeon system? Going to the dungeon is the top priority, and this broken thing can't stop it. Fortunately, Xiao Wuzi is not as stupid as you, otherwise I would be so angry."

"Go directly into the dungeon!?"

The Confucian teacher was so shocked that he even doubted his own ears.

"From what I know, Brother Fifth seems to have just returned from the last instance. If he goes straight into the next instance without digesting his strength, wouldn't that be courting death?"

"That's because of you bunch of rubbish. He doesn't particularly need this process. Even if he doesn't practice after he comes back, his current skill proficiency is enough to crush some peak S-rank masters." Lan Ye said indifferently, "Xiao Wuzi's cultivation is almost all obtained through fighting. It's rare that he has achieved it through sitting still and working hard. Don't look at him with your eyes."

Confucian teacher: “.”

It hurts my heart, old man.

A friend of mine who sits in seclusion every day felt offended.

I don’t really understand you geniuses!

"Okay, Master Lan, even if 'Fifth Brother' is gifted and can clear this dungeon, what's the point of him just clearing the dungeon? As long as he or the sniper is alive, the Death Arena will not be closed!" the Confucian teacher asked cautiously.

Lan Ye's tone became even more impatient: "I say, you little bastard, are you so stiff today because there is dog hair in your ears or your head was chewed by a dog? I've told you that Xiao Wuzi gets his strength through fighting. He can improve his combat power by going to the next level. Do you understand?"

"Wouldn't it be enough if he could just kill those scumbag rats after he gets out? He's really a blockhead, not smart at all, and I'm really pissed off!"

"Okay, I'm going to sleep now, don't bother me if you have nothing to do."

After saying that, Mr. Lan actually took out a small eye mask from the quilt and put it on, and a pair of noise-isolating earplugs appeared in his ears.

After a few seconds, a soft, gentle snoring sound was heard.

Mr. Lan actually fell asleep on the spot!
He looked like he slept very soundly and peacefully.

He really has confidence in Lu Wenwu.

However, it seemed that no one heard him, and he finally muttered something under his breath.

Confucian teacher: “.”

Looking at Mr. Lan who had already fallen asleep, Master Ru felt a little distressed.

This familiar feeling is like returning to my youth.

When I was eighteen that year, I was asked a question in class and stood there like a minion.

And Mr. Lan, do you want to listen to what you are talking about?
A player who is at best A+ level, even if he clears the advanced trial directly, will only come out at S- level.

Can he survive facing a close-range hunt by at least one god-level being?

Can he fight back?

Although these words came from Master Lan, Master Confucian still didn't quite believe it.

Even if the most powerful combat core of the God-ascending rank was sealed because of the formation in the Imperial Capital's safe zone, even if all his attributes were suppressed, there was no way an S-rank powerhouse could challenge him.

Only a powerful god-level being can fight against a powerful god-level being. This is a truth that has been verified by countless extraordinary people with their lives.

Even those who are ready to ascend to the godhood and have the qualifications to transcend tribulation will find it difficult to compete with a truly god-like powerhouse.

As a player of this level, the Confucian master himself knows this realm very well.

The incredible attribute bonus brought by breaking through the ninth level of martial arts alone is not something that the S level can achieve.

S-level counterattack to become a god?
The Confucian teacher sighed heavily, looked at the sealed space, and felt a slight pain in his head.

He rubbed his temple vigorously, and used his mental power to control his personal terminal to convey what happened here back to the headquarters.

I hope this "Fifth Brother" is really as talented as Lan Ye said.
If this matter could really succeed, even if it was just defeating a powerful god who was suppressed by the safe zone formation, it would be enough to go down in history.

Just as the Confucian teacher was deep in thought, he suddenly felt his personal terminal vibrating.

The headquarters has already sent a reply regarding his report.

The Confucian teacher, who was sighing, opened it, glanced casually at the reply above, and was about to evacuate the people and arrange the boundary area according to the standard procedures.

However, the moment his eyes swept across the words on the screen, his eyes suddenly widened and his expression was full of surprise.

(End of this chapter)