Ye Fan spoke, "What else do you have to say? Decades ago, I already possessed the strength to crush the world. Decades later, did you really think I was just standing still? I have now grown to a height you can no longer even look up to!"
Pharaoh sighed. "We made a mistake this time. We truly underestimated you. The moment you returned, our minds were already shaken.
"But I saw on the prophecy stele that we would face a calamity in this life, one that could not be overcome.
"I originally thought this calamity was us following you and being destroyed by the God Organization. Who could have possibly imagined it would be the other way around!
"You truly are a creator of miracles!"
He was utterly dejected. In that moment, he knew that not only they, but even the God Organization, would be destroyed. Such was the law of survival. When the King of Heaven from the past awakened, he would upend the world and forge an unparalleled legend.
He then said, "Since we’ve walked the wrong path, there is no need to continue down it. King of Heaven, farewell!"
He immediately swung his hand, striking his own neck. Instantly, his head flew from his shoulders. The five glorious Pharaohs had met such a grim end.
Ye Fan felt no sympathy, for he had already given them a chance. Since they didn’t cherish it, there was nothing he could do for them.
Then, Ye Fan said to Mu Chen Dong and Wu Fa, "Let’s go. To the God Organization’s headquarters!"
"Alright!" the two replied, falling in behind him.
Mu Chen Dong then said to Ye Fan, "Boss, I’ve discovered something very important!"
"What is it?" Ye Fan asked curiously.
Mu Chen Dong replied, "The Martial Arts of this world really aren’t much to speak of—there isn’t a single person who can put up a fight. But this world does have one unique characteristic: everyone loves to show off!"
"Showing off is a characteristic of this world," Ye Fan said speechlessly. "Let’s go. Consider this part of your training."
"Yes!"
They obediently followed Ye Fan to the God Organization’s skyscraper.
Upon entering the building, the Biochemical System activated. Hundreds of cyborgs charged toward the trio, intent on killing them. These were no ordinary cyborgs. They possessed not only immense strength, but their defensive capabilities were even more terrifying. Even the most powerful firearms couldn’t hope to blast through them. Such was the terror of the cyborgs. They howled as they rushed toward Ye Fan and his companions.
Mu Chen Dong and Wu Fa sprang into action, and with each of their strikes, several cyborgs fell.
"This is too much trouble," Ye Fan said. "Step aside. I’ll handle it!"
The two hastily stepped aside.
Ye Fan made his move. The Pure Yang Fist roared through the air, and the hundreds of cyborgs were instantly annihilated, vanishing without a trace. The members of the God Organization quickly attacked with firearms, only to discover that their bullets froze in mid-air less than twenty centimeters away from the trio. This unbelievable sight left them stunned speechless.
"Disperse!" Ye Fan barked.
The bullets shot back, piercing the bodies of the attackers. Even many High-level Martial Artists were killed. They had cultivated their Vajra Body and believed mere bullets couldn’t penetrate them, but their thinking was naive. Ye Fan knew that there was no such thing as a true Vajra Body in this world; there were only bodies that were physically stronger than others. A strong body didn’t mean it was truly indestructible. In the face of absolute power, all defenses were utterly worthless.
"Leave none alive!" Ye Fan commanded.
Mu Chen Dong and Wu Fa charged forward like savage beasts, revealing their inner fury. They originally held no grudge against this world, but they had been driven to their wits’ end by these posers. Since life had become unbearable, the only solution was to kill. After all, not just anyone could act like their boss. Ye Fan also liked to show off, but they were no match for him, so they tolerated it. However, they refused to stand for it when these weaklings acted so pretentiously. Thus, they unleashed their assault, intent on slaughtering every last one.
These Martial Artists, even those as strong as the Reincarnation Realm, were fragile before them. By the time Ye Fan began to walk forward, they had already cleared out a great number of people. They slaughtered their way from the first floor all the way to the top.
Then, Mu Chen Dong and Wu Fa said, "Boss, there’s a door here. We can break through it, but if we do, the whole building will collapse."
Ye Fan glanced around, then said, "Don’t worry, I’ll handle it!"
With a gentle tap of his finger, the door disintegrated. Gunfire immediately erupted from within. Ye Fan executed Tai Chi Pushing Hands, igniting a surge of primal energy that absorbed all the bullets. He then hurled the energy back at the men in front of him. An instant later, they were all riddled with their own bullets.
This was the headquarters. From the chaos, eight individuals emerged. The man in the center was the masked Martial Artist.
The masked Martial Artist addressed Ye Fan, "King of Heaven, you’ve finally arrived!"
"You must be disappointed by my crude entrance," Ye Fan said with a smile.
The masked man laughed. "Disappointed? How could I be! I would only be disappointed if you had failed to make it this far. It seems that after shattering the Void, you’ve indeed learned a few things."
"I may not have learned any new skills," Ye Fan replied, "but I believe what I have is more than enough to handle you."
"What makes you so confident!?" the man demanded.
"Because confidence comes from within," Ye Fan said. "Now, reveal your true face!"
I already know this man’s strength. Nirvana Thirteen Realms. To have such power in this world is truly remarkable, more than enough to be arrogant. He probably doesn’t even realize the full extent of my own power, which explains his bravado. But I can’t blame him, since I deliberately concealed my own strength, as well as that of Mu Chen Dong and Wu Fa, making us all appear to be at the Nirvana Eighth Layer Heaven.
"If you want to see my real face," the masked man said, "you’ll have to get through them first!"
Mu Chen Dong and Wu Fa were about to charge forward—these guys loved to show off far too much—but Ye Fan stopped them. At that moment, he released the full seal on his power. Instantly, everyone present, aside from his two companions, felt a crushing pressure of utter despair. It was so immense that they felt an overwhelming urge to fall to their knees.
It’s not that I actually enjoy showing off. I was afraid that if I descended upon this world with the full, world-overturning power of a Divine General, the world itself might collapse. After all, the Power of Dao on this Earth is incredibly fragile, and this world might not be as durable. However, everything had exceeded his expectations; the world did not collapse.
And so, at that moment, he unleashed his true strength.
The masked Martial Artist stared in shock. "That wasn’t your real strength... This is your true power!"
"That’s right," Ye Fan said. "This is my true strength. Did you think that reaching the Nirvana Thirteen Heavens meant you could do as you please? You’re mistaken. Even in this End of Dharma Age, your level of cultivation is nothing to be proud of!"
I’m certain the man behind this mask is not from this world.
The masked Martial Artist said, "I was too arrogant. I never expected you to improve so much in just a few short decades! A loser must have the awareness of a loser. I have failed. I will end my own life!"
He was about to act, but with a mere gesture from Ye Fan, he was frozen in place, unable to move.
The other seven guards around him exploded into clouds of blood. In their entire lives, they had never encountered someone so horrifyingly powerful. To see such a person was synonymous with death. Their eyes filled with terror as they burst apart.
Now, only the masked man remained. He was the leader of the God Organization, a man whose icy mask alone could scare anyone to death. For the past few years, he had been a figure of absolute despair, the one pulling the world’s strings. Unfortunately for him, in front of Ye Fan, he was only slightly better than an ant.