Everyone's face showed a unified expression. You broke through such a thick mountain and the outer wall of the laboratory to enter here, and you're telling me you accidentally wandered in? Do you really believe what you're saying?

Moreover, this place is full of Warcraft, and occasionally there are even Warcraft at the Wheel Mystery Realm level. Such creatures can destroy a kingdom on their own. If it were on the outskirts of this mountain range, it would still make sense since some fearless people might go there to pick Spirit Grass and sell it for money.

But now we are deep in the Moyun Mountain Range. Did you run here without anything else to do?

"What, you don't believe me?" Zhang Menglong said, "What I'm saying is true. I fell from the sky and crashed into your base. If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do!"

"Do you think we are idiots?" the leader said, "Are you from the Moyun Empire? I don't know what your empire's problem is, sending a kid like you here alone. If it were your empire's grand commander, we might really fear your influence. But you? Hahaha..."

"Moyun Empire? What the heck is that?" Zhang Menglong was also somewhat bewildered.

The last time he was on the Haotian Continent, he was surrounded by a group of people right after landing. They not only called him a Demon Spawn but even wanted to kill him.

Now, in a new place, another large group is welcoming him, talking about being from the Moyun Empire. It's just utterly confusing.

"You guys have got it wrong," Zhang Menglong said, "I'm not from the Moyun Empire, I don't even know who you people are. If I'm disturbing you, I can leave now."

With that, Zhang Menglong collected the Saiyan's flying device and prepared to fly out through the hole he'd made.

"You came to my Hand of God's laboratory, and think it's that easy to leave?" A voice came from behind Zhang Menglong.

It was another middle-aged man wearing the same uniform, but clearly, there was an additional golden pattern on his clothes, seemingly representing some form of identity symbol.

"Hand of God? What is that? Is it your organization's name?" Zhang Menglong asked.

[Dean, the power of those small fry is around the God-breaking Profound level, but this guy is very strong, his strength is likely around the Void Transformation Realm in this Divine Profound Continent, he can be considered a prominent figure.]

"Oh, is he stronger than me?" Zhang Menglong's current strength was already at the God-breaking Realm.

[If your normal combat power is 6000, he has at least 100000, though if you really fought, you could probably kill him.]

"That's good then!"

The middle-aged man's gaze lingered on Zhang Menglong for a moment, "God-breaking Peak realm, and life aura not even 50 years old?"

This terrifying information left him somewhat stunned.

Indeed, Stigma Continent is far more advanced than Haotian Continent. This advancement is not only in humans' innate talent but also in energy and laws; their cultivation is much easier and faster than on the Haotian Continent.

On Haotian Continent, for a Martial Artist to cultivate to the God-breaking Peak realm, it's impossible without two or three thousand years. The records show that, besides the Zhang Family's group of anomalies, the youngest God-breaking Peak Martial Artist was over 1800 years old.

But on Stigma Continent, if one's Gift is excellent and there are good Cultivation Resources, reaching God-breaking Peak could be accomplished within four to five hundred years. People like Feng Cong, those geniuses, could even reach the Void Transformation Realm within that time.

However, a God-breaking Peak at less than 50 years old, even in the history of Stigma Continent, has never appeared. The youngest God-breaking Peak recorded was nearly 200 years old, and now that person has already become a Saint Realm powerhouses who opened a sect and established a school.

Looking at Zhang Menglong, the middle-aged man known as Master Long couldn't help but lick his lips, even showing a creepy smile. Such a body has immense research value. What kind of Gift and body allows a Martial Artist to reach such a realm at barely 50 years old?

"Are you their boss?" Zhang Menglong asked, looking at Master Long.

"My name is Long Ming," the middle-aged man said, "Are you really not from the Moyun Empire?"

"I've already told you I'm not. Check for yourself!" Zhang Menglong tossed over a card.

Long Ming caught it, seeing a line written in an unusual script.

"People's Republic of Huaxia citizen, Zhang Menglong," Zhang Menglong said, "See? I'm from Huaxia, not this Moyun Empire you mentioned."

"Huaxia Empire?" Long Ming fell silent for a moment, seemingly pondering whether such an empire existed on the Stigma Continent.

"Well, I've proven I'm not from this Moyun Empire. Can I leave now?"

"I said, you can't just come and go as you please in my Hand of God lab," Long Ming seemed slightly annoyed, obviously, Zhang Menglong didn't regard them seriously at all.

Although the labs of the Hand of God are always hiding, it doesn't mean they are weak. They just don't want to be endlessly disturbed and have their experiments influenced.

The Hand of God is a top power across the Stigma Continent because it has Saint Realm Martial Artists!

"Oh oh oh, now I get it!" Zhang Menglong suddenly showed an enlightened expression, "Haha, sorry for blasting a big hole in your lab. Although it's an accident, it should be my responsibility to compensate for the damage."

Zhang Menglong tossed over 10 Starstones.

"These should be enough to repair the big hole, right?"

Holding the Starstones, Long Ming's pupils dilated slightly.

For someone like Feng Cong, who was once at the peak of Wheel Mystery Realm, Starstones are considered a luxury, not to mention for someone like Long Ming at the God-breaking Peak; he doesn't even have the qualifications to access Starstones.

Just one Starstone can be used to build several of such labs; who exactly is this person?

"So, now can I leave?"

"Now, you even more can't leave," Long Ming smiled as he collected the Starstones, "Firstly, the existence of this Hand of God lab cannot be exposed. I can't ensure that once you leave, there won't be people persistently coming to cause trouble."

"Secondly, you seem to have a lot of good stuff on you." Long Ming's eyes narrowed into a line, displaying a greedy expression, "These 10 Starstones are far from enough, you need to add at least ten times more."

"What? Have I encountered extortion?" Zhang Menglong frowned, "I have plenty of Starstones, but what if I refuse?"

"Then I'll have to insist you stay at the lab," Long Ming waved his hand, and thousands immediately surrounded Zhang Menglong, "Moreover, I'm very interested in your body, perhaps with it, I can create a powerful Beast Soul Warrior."

"Damn, another lunatic," hearing these words, Zhang Menglong knew roughly what Hand of God was up to, "Do you know what happened to the last person who wanted to research me?