CHAPTER 405: CHAPTER 233: THE EXECUTIVE DEPUTY PAVILION MASTER SITS IN TOWN—COME AND CHALLENGE!

Crossing the Star Sea with just the mortal body requires at least breaking through the thousand-point Life Force threshold.

Even if one reaches the qualifying line, long-term survival in outer space is still impossible.

Putting aside terrifying phenomena like cosmic disasters and Netherworld viruses,

The high-energy particles from supernova explosions, or the intense radiation emitted by stellar bodies alone, are enough to destroy the blood and flesh activity inside a Specialized Level expert.

Only by breaking through to the Celestial Gate Fourth Stage, touching the threshold of a Grandmaster, and possessing powerful traits, can one not be affected.

With cool slippers, wearing big floral shorts, the old man dashed out of the observation deck in an extremely stylish posture.

The vacuum environment posed no disruption to that nearly-candles-burning-down body.

On the contrary, the speed of the old man was as swift as a cannonball being fired.

With a "boom", what seemed like a decrepit figure with yellow earth covering up to the neck, soared into the sky!

The old man’s body was as hard as advanced alloy; the kinetic energy was not reduced in the slightest, directly crashing through a fighter jet!

Boom!

A dazzling flare flashed in space, and metal fragments burst and flew!

"Powerful! Just right to loosen up! Sitting for so long, these old bones have rusted!"

Old Zhang laughed heartily, his beard and hair stretched out, like a forest of sword-like spikes.

He punched through the fighter jet’s shell, tore open the hatch with his five fingers, wrenched it open with raw strength.

Then his figure flashed rapidly, like a razor sweeping across, the atmosphere rolled and spilled outwards, directly piercing through the firm military-grade space fighter.

Subsequently, Old Zhang leaped fiercely, using this as a springboard, lunging at another "target" shaped like a firing eagle falcon.

The terrifying firepower, capable of shattering most substances, hit the decaying body, like bean-sized raindrops, sinking Old Zhang’s gaudy loose short-sleeve half an inch, not even touching the skin, as the violent kinetic energy dissipated into nothingness.

The Mortal Body forged on the Old Martial Road was as sturdy as a large battleship, completely ignoring the fighter’s firepower, demolishing each one with bare hands, staging a fireworks show in the pitch-black Great Cosmos.

In less than two minutes, approximately seventy or eighty members of the plundering group were annihilated, turning into space dust, buried alongside fighter jet wreckage in the Scorpion Corridor.

Old Zhang then leisurely jumped back to the observation deck, through the open corridor, returning to the civilian cargo ship.

Back at the upper levels, the bearded captain and first officer were filled with reverence, dispersing the curious guests, treating Old Zhang like an ancestor.

"Senior... earlier, we didn’t know you were on board, if there was any negligence, please forgive us."

The bearded captain, looking at the metal remnants of over thirty fighter jets, felt a chill rising in his heart.

In this region of the Scorpion Corridor, a plundering group wielding such military strength is undoubtedly among the best.

Yet, they were crushed like clay chickens and pottery dogs, left without a trace.

No doubt, this is a Great Being!

"The food on your ship is somewhat lacking, but nothing else is wrong."

Old Zhang waved his hand carelessly:

"Buying a ticket to board the ship is only natural, unlike a certain guy who freeloads."

Upon hearing "food is lacking", the bearded captain quickly turned back to the first officer for serious instructions:

"We must enhance the quality of the meals! Use the freshest ingredients, have the chef cook on site, ensuring the senior gets a satisfying dining experience."

The first officer perked up, as if the lives and safety of hundreds of passengers on board rested on his shoulders.

"Don’t let irrelevant people disturb the old man."

Old Zhang, not in the mood for idle chat, walked back to his room leisurely with hands behind his back.

"Captain... what’s the origin of this senior?"

Once Old Zhang’s silhouette disappeared at the end of the dining hall, the first officer slightly relaxed his tensed spirit.

"At least a Grandmaster."

The bearded captain also shivered with fear, though he hadn’t witnessed Old Zhang demolish the fighter jets, sweep away the plundering group, based on the chaotic battlefield, he could infer the intensity.

According to his understanding, only a Grandmaster who has reached the Celestial Barrier can achieve this.

"A Grandmaster piloting a Divine Machine would be so fierce."

The first officer was full of longing.

"I guess it could blow up battleships, pierce through satellite fortresses!"

The bearded man used his imagination.

He wasn’t very sure, as the most powerful person he had encountered was just the sequence army officer of the satellite fortress.

There are only a few Grandmasters on the Martial Arts Path, even in the vast domain of Dongxia.

"There aren’t even two Daoist Schools in the Black Xie Star Domain, I wonder which senior this is."

The first officer’s mind raced, whispering to himself:

"Judging by this senior’s style, seems like the demeanor of a carefree expert."

The bearded captain stopped him, not letting the first officer continue talking.

In any case, discussing a Grandmaster behind their back is not wise.

The temperament and preferences of such figures cannot be judged by common sense.

In ancient times, they were the superhuman class wielding the power of life and death.

"I feel like I’ve seen that Divine Machine somewhere."

After dismissing the first officer, the bearded captain scratched his head.

Recalling the glance from earlier, the Divine Machine posed like an ethereal deity.

"Where was it?"

The bearded captain couldn’t remember.

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"The Bixiao Command-Harness from the Nanhuang Daoist School debuted at the Star Cup. Master never revealed how he acquired this Divine Machine."

Third Senior Sister Yu Weiwei propped her cheeks with her hands, smiling serenely at Qin Shi who was eating heartily.

"Master was cornered by Qi Wuxiang, awakening the Hunyuan Doukui, one man and one machine in a great battle on the Ancient Star. Unfortunately, that year, Qi Wuxiang had not yet met He Lanchan, was in his Heart Qi’s zenith, an invincible state.