I'm laying my cards on the table. I'm not pretending anymore. These ninety-nine divine swords are just my toys!

Above the Hanhai, the mountain-collapsing and tsunami-like cheers almost completely overturned the clouds in the sky!

Countless soldiers threw their weapons into the sky; they embraced and wept, venting the ecstasy and excitement of returning to the human world from Hell with hoarse voices!

They won!

This "God Slaying War," which gathered the strength of the entire world and even fell into despair at one point, finally ushered in the final victory in a way no one had expected—a way that could be called a miracle!

And all of this was caused by just two people!

A pair of grandfather and grandson, like deities!

Inside the Command Center of Shield Island, General Adams slumped into his chair, his military uniform already soaked with cold sweat.

He stared blankly at the holographic screen, at that battlefield which had regained its calm, leaving only the United Fleet celebrating.

His brain was still in a blank, crashed state.

Ninety-nine Heaven Rank peak-quality Divine Swords!

Each one was a supreme divine weapon enough to leave a profound mark in ancient legends!

Any single one would be enough for a country to revere it as a national Divine Artifact!

But now, these ninety-nine treasures, enough to drive the whole world crazy, were treated as disposable "fireworks" by that young man named Lin Yuan, and just... sacrificed so casually!

This could no longer be described as "extravagant."

This was a complete dimensional strike on the worldview of all the powerhouses in the world!

"Madmen... Longxia... they are all a bunch of madmen..."

General Adams's lips trembled as he unconsciously muttered to himself.

In his heart, he could no longer harbor even the slightest thought of being an enemy of this great Eastern nation.

What a joke?

A young man could casually pull out ninety-nine Heaven Rank peak-quality Divine Swords as consumables.

How terrifying must that National Martial God be, who, like a god or demon, could shatter the God Master's will with a single palm?

How could they still fight?

Fight with their heads?!

Not just him, at this moment, the heads of various major global powers who had watched the entire process of this "fight between immortals" through various channels all fell into a long, deathly silence.

They finally, clearly and cruelly, recognized a fact.

The layout of this world would be completely changed from today onwards.

And at the center of that battlefield under much anticipation.

Lin Zhan's tall and upright figure slowly descended from the firmament, finally landing on the deck of the Kunpeng.

Step by step, he walked in front of Lin Yuan.

Those deep eyes containing the stars and the Universe fell upon his grandson.

The deafening cheers around them seemed to fall into a strange silence at this moment.

Everyone's gaze subconsciously converged.

They all wanted to know how this legendary Longxia Martial God would evaluate his grandson's earth-shattering feat!

"Not bad."

Lin Zhan looked at Lin Yuan, and on his eternally cold face, a faint, satisfied smile finally appeared.

"At least you didn't embarrass me."

A simple sentence, yet filled with incomparable affirmation and pride!

However, facing his grandfather's highest-level praise, Lin Yuan's reaction made everyone's jaws drop.

He let out a lazy yawn, then curled his lips and said in a complaining tone.

"Finally settled."

"So noisy, now it can finally be quiet."

"Grandpa, if there's nothing else, I'll go back and catch up on some sleep. I stayed up late last night to watch a show, and I'm dying of sleepiness now."

After speaking, he actually turned around and prepared to leave.

It was as if that world-destroying battle just now, and the ninety-nine Divine Swords he had sacrificed with his own hands, were less important in his eyes than going home for a nap!

"Pfft—!"

Not far away, Yan Wu Xiaolie, who had just struggled up from the ground, felt a tightness in his chest upon hearing this, and a mouthful of blood almost sprayed out again.

He looked at Lin Yuan's matter-of-fact lazy appearance and recalled his own previous "tragic" struggle of burning his essence blood to fight to the death, only to feel like a huge joke.

Can the gap between people really be larger than the gap between a person and a dog?

Ice Sword Cold Moon's cold and pretty face couldn't help but twitch slightly as well.

As for Ivan from the North Bear Country, he was directly petrified on the spot, his mouth hanging open for a long time.

Is this... the world of the strong?

Inside the central command cabin, Su Li, upon hearing Lin Yuan's "dying of sleepiness," couldn't hold back anymore and burst into a laugh.

In her bright eyes, an unprecedented, brilliant light shone.

This man was always so unexpected.

And always, so... cute.

"Stop right there!"

Lin Zhan looked at his underachieving grandson, feeling both angry and amused, and couldn't help but bark out a low shout.

Lin Yuan stopped impatiently and turned his head: "What now?"

Just then.

Yan Wu Xiaolie, Ice Sword Cold Moon, Ivan, and the Saintess Isabella, along with the other surviving Prodigies from various countries, exchanged glances.

Then, with heavy steps, they walked in front of Lin Yuan.

Under everyone's bewildered gaze.

Led by Yan Wu Xiaolie, everyone bowed deeply to Lin Yuan.

"Your Excellency Lin Yuan!"

Xiao Lie looked up, and on his usually arrogant face, there was only endless awe and shame from the depths of his Soul.

"Before, we were blind to your greatness and offended you. Please forgive us, Your Excellency!"

"If not for Your Excellency turning the tide today, we and even the entire United Fleet would have long since turned into ashes!"

"We will never forget this life-saving grace!"

His voice was incredibly sincere.

At this moment, the last bit of pride belonging to a "Prodigy" in his heart was completely shattered and ground into dust.

In front of a true god, the so-called "Prodigy" was nothing more than a laughable, self-amusing title.

"Oh."

Lin Yuan looked at them, only responding faintly, and then waved his hand.

"Fine, fine, I get it. Don't block my way home."

This extremely perfunctory attitude didn't make Xiao Lie and the others feel any anger; instead, they felt it was... natural.

Indeed.

Why would a divine Dragon care about the gratitude of a few ants?

However, just then.

Beside him, Lin Zhan suddenly looked up and cast his gaze toward the slowly closing Spatial Rift.

His face, which had been smiling just a moment ago.

At some point, it had become solemn once again.

"Kid."

Lin Zhan's voice suddenly became somewhat low.

"Don't be happy too soon."

He pointed his finger at the rift that was about to disappear and said slowly.

"What you destroyed was just a door he reached through."

"But the owner of that door is still staying perfectly fine in his own house."

"Moreover, you just slaughtered all his guard dogs right in front of him and even dismantled his door."

Lin Zhan turned his head and looked at Lin Yuan, his lips curling into a meaningful arc.

"Guess what kind of mood he's in right now?"