Urban All-Round Master

Chapter 1469: Chapter 1503: Strongest Era and Holy War Era!

“So, does that mean there aren’t as many cultivators who can become the strongest king as imagined?” Lin Zifeng immediately thought of King Yan.

King Yan is also the strongest king; in cultivation and combat power, he is not inferior to me.

If it weren’t for the Magic Bracelet I possess, I really can’t be sure if I could defeat King Yan.

“Have you ever heard of the legend of Nine Dragons?”

“What legend of Nine Dragons?” Lin Zifeng asked.

“Heaven gave birth to nine dragons, each with a different appearance. Each Flood Dragon has a part similar to the Divine Dragon. If one Flood Dragon can kill the other eight Flood Dragons, it can devour the different parts from the other eight, forming the true Heaven and Earth Divine Dragon!”

“So you mean that all the strongest kings must go through fierce killings to become the last strongest king?” Lin Zifeng was shocked. “Does that mean the strongest Sub-Saint must also go through fierce killings, leaving only one person in the end?”

“Yes.” Mu Cangtian nodded, “All the strongest kings and strongest Sub-Saints will ultimately face a brutal battle to determine who is truly the strongest king, strongest Sub-Saint!”

“Because they are all ‘strongest,’ in this world, there is only ‘strongest,’ not one of the strongest.”

Mu Cangtian analyzed, “And you are the strongest king. If there are no surprises, you will inevitably encounter those strongest kings in the future, even facing the strongest Sub-Saints! If your combat power is slightly weak, your life may no longer belong to you alone.”

Lin Zifeng nodded, understanding his meaning.

The meaning of ‘strongest’ is being the strongest among all kings, not one of the strongest. In other words, besides Lin Zifeng being the strongest king, there is another who is the strongest king!

When two strongest kings meet, they can’t be considered the strongest, only one of the strongest. If two strongest kings meet, and one dies, the survivor can be considered the strongest!

“I understand.” Lin Zifeng thought deeply, realizing that Mu Cangtian knows quite a lot.

He then asked, “Mu Family Head, do you know what the relationship is between the Holy War Angel and the Western Pope?”

All along, he hid a secret in his heart; only a few knew he was the son of the Holy War Angel. He hadn’t mentioned it to anyone.

It concerns life or death; if too many people know he is the Holy War child, the consequences are unimaginable.

“I haven’t heard of this. Where did you hear about the connection between the Holy War Angel and the Western Pope?”

“Nowhere. I just heard it by chance. I’m not sure if it’s true or false, so I was just asking.” Lin Zifeng chuckled, thinking: It’s better if he doesn’t know about father.

This is of no benefit to anyone.

“Alright. I really haven’t heard about any connections between the Holy War Angel and the Western Pope. But I know someone did once have dealings with the Western Pope. However, I don’t know if you could connect with him.”

“Who?”

“The helm of the Ability Group, Meng Chanji!”

Mu Cangtian affirmed confidently!

Eh…

Lin Zifeng’s face darkened, all excitement dissipated.

“Well, Mu Family Head, did you mention ‘Holy War Era’ earlier? What does that mean?”

Rather than seeking Meng Chanji, it’s better to directly ask Mu Cangtian.

“Naturally, it’s the era led by the Holy War Angel! If you can lead an era like the Holy War Angel, you’ll surely be remembered by the world as the Strongest Era, King Era, or some other xx era!”

“Damn!

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At night…

Lin Zifeng just pushed open the living room door, finding Nangong Bing sitting alone on the sofa, absent-minded and lost in thought.

It’s already midnight. Why hasn’t she gone to sleep?

Lin Zifeng quietly closed the living room door, unnoticed by Nangong Bing.

“Hey, it’s so late. Why are you still awake by yourself?”

Suddenly! Lin Zifeng’s voice startled Nangong Bing, making her jump up from the sofa.

“When did you get back?”

“Just now.” Lin Zifeng smiled, intending to open his arms to hug her, but Nangong Bing instinctively stepped back, furrowing her brow and softly said, “Ruyan is still in her room. Don’t be like this at home.”

“Alright.” Lin Zifeng felt slightly disappointed, rubbing his outreached hand.

Then he glanced upstairs, noticing no movement, Lin Zifeng chuckled, “She must’ve had a big scare today.”

“How do you know she was frightened today?” Nangong Bing asked in confusion.

Tonight, she had communicated with Liu Ruyan all night, yet Liu Ruyan shared nothing with her.

She swallowed all grievances and bitterness alone, with Nangong Bing unable to comfort her effectively.

Now, with Lin Zifeng’s return, he appeared to know everything like an oracle, leaving Nangong Bing doubtful about his movements earlier in the day.

Hmm, this guy always surrounds himself with mystery. Who knows what he was doing this morning?

“Of course, I know. She was used by the fake Death God K-4 King Yan. If I hadn’t appeared at the crucial moment, she’d probably have been killed by King Yan.

Lin Zifeng revealed the whole ordeal at the motel without reservation.

But little did he know, Liu Ruyan hadn’t shared the motel incident with him, making his confession equivalent to a revelation.

“What! Ruyan was used by that K-4 King Yan? Why didn’t you tell me this sooner!”

Nangong Bing’s face changed drastically, emotions rising to anger.

Startled, Lin Zifeng hurriedly approached to cover her mouth, pleading, “Oh my dear lady, why so loud? Are you afraid that losing money Queen won’t hear you?”

“Hey, let go of my mouth!”

Nangong Bing frowned more deeply, realizing Liu Ruyan hadn’t mentioned anything to her all night despite it involving her.

Why did Lin Zifeng mention this now, knowing Liu Ruyan was nearly used by King Yan? Such a significant matter should have involved her earlier.

Thinking about this, Nangong Bing grew increasingly frustrated.

“Didn’t I tell you it happened suddenly? Didn’t that Liu person notify you?” Lin Zifeng motioned for silence, feeling guilty about not proposing to her earlier and now facing a stubborn issue over Liu Ruyan.

“Oh, Lin. So you thought Liu would tell me everything tonight, didn’t you?”

Nangong Bing placed her hands on her hips, puffing her face and glaring at him.

Lin Zifeng immediately sensed something wasn’t right.

Could it be Liu Ruyan didn’t tell her about the motel encounter?

Oh damn it! Did I spill the beans?

Dammit! My big mouth, speaking without knowing the full story, trying to act wise yet clueless.

“She…she really didn’t tell you?” Lin Zifeng was dumbfounded, realizing his mistake.

“When I got back, Ruyan was sitting idly at home, her eyes moist as if she had cried. She wouldn’t say anything despite my asking, and I didn’t want to press her over sad matters. Clearly, today’s events struck her severely.”

Nangong Bing felt she was failing as a sister.