Global Villain: I Can Only Become Stronger After I Die

123: Chapter 123 The Head of the Four KingsJust as Qin Xiaogan was preparing to make a move against the Heavenly Dao, the sound of waves of time suddenly rang out behind him.

The sound was like ten thousand horses galloping, or like crashing waves hitting the shore, one wave after another, surging and magnificent.

Qin Xiaogan’s heart skipped a beat; he instantly stopped his actions and subconsciously turned his head.

He saw that in the void behind him, the torrent of time was churning like a whirlpool, flickering with light, mysterious and heart-palpitating.

The powerful force emitted by those waves of time seemed capable of swallowing everything whole.

Seeing this scene,

Qin Xiaogan narrowed his eyes slightly.

”Someone is influencing time...”

”Interesting. At this juncture, the person who can influence the River of Time...”

”There is probably only one.”

Qin Xiaogan muttered to himself, ”Time King, I’ve finally caught you.”

Having said that,

he hesitated for a moment before leaping into the time whirlpool.

The moment Qin Xiaogan jumped in, the time whirlpool erupted with a dazzling light, completely engulfing his figure.

Just shortly after Qin Xiaogan jumped into the River of Time,

at a distant mountain peak, a middle-aged man struggled to move the incredibly heavy boulder in front of him.

His forehead was covered in beads of sweat, his face pale, and he slowly crawled out while clutching his chest.

He gasped for air, his eyes filled with exhaustion and the relief of surviving a disaster.

The surroundings were in ruins, with rubble rolling down and dust flying everywhere.

The middle-aged man sat down against the mountain wall, trying to calm his chaotic breathing and racing heart.

His chest heaved violently, and every breath carried a heavy wheezing sound.

After a long while, the middle-aged man slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.

That turbid breath seemed to carry away the fear and anxiety in his heart, dissipating into the desolate mountains.

He muttered to himself with lingering fear, ”Since when did Great Zhou possess such a terrifying figure?”

The voice was trembling and filled with disbelief, ”I, the dignified King Yongye, couldn’t even withstand a single move from him.”

His eyes were full of frustration and confusion; his former pride was completely shattered at this moment.

Just as he was feeling dejected and defeated, a sharp sound of breaking air suddenly rang out not far away.

King Yongye subconsciously looked toward the source of the sound, only to see Zhong Chusheng and The Old Monk flying rapidly toward him like two meteors.

The speed was astonishing; one felt only a flash of light before they appeared before him in the blink of an eye.

King Yongye forced himself to pull it together, and a flicker of surprise instantly flashed through his originally dim eyes.

He hurriedly knelt on the ground and cupped his hands respectfully toward Zhong Chusheng, saying, ”Subject Ouyang Buming pays respects to Your Majesty!”

Zhong Chusheng sighed slightly, ”King Yongye, that you did not die today is entirely by the will of Heaven.”

Upon hearing this, Ouyang Buming’s pupils shrank sharply, his face full of shock and confusion, and he hurriedly asked, ”Your Majesty, who exactly is He? How could there be such a powerful person outside the borders?”

Zhong Chusheng shook his head and said with a grave expression, ”From today on, you shall enter the Ancestral Land.”

”Your Majesty! Subject...” Ouyang Buming’s face showed urgency, wanting to argue something.

”Hmm?” Zhong Chusheng stared coldly at Ouyang Buming, his gaze like a cold blade, chilling to the bone, ”Get back to the Imperial Capital immediately.”

Ouyang Buming opened his mouth but stopped, his lips pressed tight, as if he had a thousand regrets and doubts in his heart.

However, in the end, he lowered his head and said through gritted teeth, ”Yes, Your Majesty.”

As soon as he finished speaking,

Ouyang Buming’s figure flickered, turning into a shadow that rushed toward the sky.

That shadow was like a ghost, instantly vanishing into the vast firmament.

Only Zhong Chusheng and The Old Monk were left standing in place, looking in the direction of his disappearance with complex expressions.

Zhong Chusheng gazed at the sky, remaining silent for a long time.

Meanwhile, The Old Monk on the side pressed his palms together, bowed slightly, and said, ”Amitabha, we still need to find one more person to buy humanity more time.”

Zhong Chusheng snapped back to reality and hurriedly asked, ”Master, who is this person?”

The Old Monk turned his head slightly, looked in a certain direction, and said calmly.

”We still need to find the Head of the Four Kings.”