"Who exactly are you?" the Alliance Hierarch asked coldly, his eyes flashing.

The old man smiled faintly, "I am the Chinese Martial Artist you just looked down upon."

"Chinese Martial Artist!" The Pope's face slightly changed.

The young man who just died was his disciple, also his future successor, but was killed by the old man before him, so how could the Alliance Hierarch not be furious?

"Damn Chinese Martial Artist, how dare you trespass into the palace? Do you know the consequences?"

"Consequences?" The old man suddenly laughed aloud.

"I never consider consequences when I act."

"Kill!"

The Alliance Hierarch snorted coldly, and his body shot forward like lightning.

He was one of Europe's strongest masters, known as the man closest to God, and now he wanted to avenge his disciple with this Chinese Martial Artist's blood.

The Alliance Hierarch was well aware of the old man's formidable strength, which is why he launched a killing blow right away.

"Punishment of God!"

As these words left his mouth, a blood-red scythe appeared in the Alliance Hierarch's hand, stabbing toward the old man like a lightning bolt.

The Alliance Hierarch's body transformed into a streak of red light, with this strike containing the power to destroy all things.

"Zizz!"

The old man felt as if the air around him was being torn apart by the Alliance Hierarch.

"Die!" The Alliance Hierarch roared angrily.

He wanted to split the old man in front of him in half to vent his inner rage.

However, to his disbelief, his lethal attack was blocked by a light shield conjured by the old man.

In the next instant, the old man struck out with a palm, hitting the Alliance Hierarch squarely in the chest.

"Boom!"

The Alliance Hierarch's body flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground.

"Puh!"

Blood spurted from the Alliance Hierarch's mouth as he slowly stood up, his eyes now bloodshot as he stared at the old man.

"You bastard, you dare offend me? I will kill you." The Alliance Hierarch shouted angrily and charged at the old man again.

But at that moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the Alliance Hierarch.

"Boom!"

A whipping leg strike sent the Alliance Hierarch flying.

Before the Alliance Hierarch could fall, the figure had already appeared before him like lightning.

A swift strike, no one expected that the man known as God in Europe would be split in half with a single slash.

"Azure Dragon pays respects to the Lord." The man in green sheathed his sword and knelt before the old man.

The old man nodded slightly, then turned and transformed into the Alliance Hierarch's form.

"In this Five-Alliance meeting, I will capture all martial arts experts and refine the Primordial Pill to achieve the True God." The old man's eyes carried a chilling gleam.

...

On a Pacific island, an airplane slowly landed.

The cabin door opened, and Zhang Sanfeng stepped off the plane with Lin Chen, Zhang Yu, and Li Mengli.

At this moment, a young man quickly walked over.

This young man was very handsome in appearance, with a robust physique that clearly belonged to a practitioner.

"Senior Zhang, I am the head of the Chinese Martial Arts Alliance in the M country." The young man greeted Zhang Sanfeng with a respectful expression.

"Mm!" Zhang Sanfeng nodded.

The young man's gaze quickly turned to Zhang Yu and Li Mengli.

"Zhang Senior Brother, Mengli, long time no see."

The young man's gaze quickly landed on Li Mengli, and his eyes couldn't hide his admiration.

He initially wanted to give Li Mengli a bear hug, but was blocked by a silhouette.

"Hello, I'm Lin Chen, nice to meet you."

The young man intended to hug Li Mengli but was blocked by a young man, causing his brow to furrow slightly.

"Senior Brother Tian Biao, this is my friend Lin Chen; he's also a Martial Artist," Li Mengli introduced.

"Oh, I wonder which master you studied under, from which school?" Tian Biao glanced at Lin Chen and asked.

"I have no master, nor belong to any school," Lin Chen replied with a smile.

"No master? No school?" Hearing Lin Chen's words, Tian Biao showed a look of disdain.

Especially seeing Li Mengli's gaze toward Lin Chen soft with affection, he grew ever more jealous.

"Oh, Mr. Lin is a servant, then? Shouldn't you help Miss Li with her luggage?" Tian Biao snorted coldly.

Hearing Tian Biao's words, Li Mengli protested, "Tian Biao, Lin Chen is not a servant; he's here with us to join the martial arts conference."

"Oh, oh, sorry." Tian Biao feigned ignorance.

"Tian Biao, don't pretend to be dumb; let me tell you, Lin Chen is my brother, and if you dare disrespect him, you'll see how I deal with you." Zhang Yu snorted coldly.

Seeing Li Mengli and Zhang Yu both defending Lin Chen like this, Tian Biao's face grew darker.

"Lin Chen, you and Mengli and Tian Biao go to the hotel first, Zhang Yu and I have some private matters to attend to." Zhang Sanfeng said coolly.

"Mm, okay." Lin Chen nodded.

Watching Zhang Sanfeng and Zhang Yu leave, Tian Biao chuckled dryly and pointed to a car parked not far away, "Get in, Mengli; tonight I'm hosting a dinner to welcome you."

The three got in the car, and along the way, Tian Biao was very enthusiastic toward Li Mengli, showing great concern, treating Lin Chen as if he were air, not acknowledging him.

However, Li Mengli ignored Tian Biao's attentions; her beautiful eyes were almost entirely focused on Lin Chen, which made Tian Biao even more furious.

The car stopped at the entrance of a five-star hotel, and the group got out and walked into the hotel.

As Lin Chen and Li Mengli entered the hotel, members of the Chinese Martial Arts Alliance came forward to greet them.

However, it was evident that Tian Biao had arranged these people, all warmly greeting Li Mengli, while none acknowledged Lin Chen.

Seeing this scene, Li Mengli's face grew increasingly displeased.

Yet Lin Chen simply patted her shoulder, indicating he was fine.

Actually, in Lin Chen's mind, these people were nothing but ants, and he had no reason to greet them.

As everyone took their seats, Lin Chen noticed many people already seated in the hotel, all of them possessing strong abilities and impressive strength.

Li Mengli smiled and said, "These people are top talents from various countries here to compete in the martial arts conference; you could say the world's martial arts elites have gathered here."

Lin Chen nodded, though the martial artists in the hall were strong, they were nothing in his eyes.

Tian Biao, seeing Li Mengli whispering with Lin Chen, looked extremely displeased.

Three years ago, when he first saw Li Mengli, he fell in love with her, and upon hearing that she would come to the M country, Tian Biao was so excited he couldn't sleep for days. However, upon meeting again, his beloved girl stayed close to Lin Chen with undeniable intimacy.

Tian Biao sneered, pointing at Lin Chen, "Oh, I forgot to introduce; what was your name again?"

At the airport earlier, Li Mengli had introduced them, so it was impossible he forgot in such a short time; clearly, he intended to humiliate Lin Chen.

Yet, Lin Chen was indifferent and said, "I'm Lin Chen."

"Yes, yes, Lin Chen, you seem to be self-taught, right? No master, no school." Tian Biao mocked coldly.

Lin Chen knew Tian Biao meant to insult him but didn't bother with the provocation and said flatly, "Indeed!"

"Haha, no master, no school, this guy is truly arrogant, I really don't understand why Senior Zhang would bring such a person to attend the martial arts conference."

"Indeed, no wonder people say Chinese martial arts have declined."

Listening to their mockery, Lin Chen calmly replied, "I belong to no master, no school, because I plan to forge my own path and create something new."

"What did you say?" Upon hearing Lin Chen's words, everyone was initially stunned, then their laughter intensified.