547: Zhang Zhuoshaxing

“Don’t jump to conclusions yet. I remember the manual said this vermilion bird ship has some kind of scanning System, right?”

Chen Heng didn’t mind; if it came down to it, he could just leave Bai Jun on the vermilion bird ship.

“Big Brother Chen, are you talking about the fourth-generation energy detector?”

Bai Jun immediately understood what Chen Heng was referring to.

“Yes, yes, that thing. Scan it and see. If the threat isn’t too great, we’ll go have some fun together.”

Chen Heng nodded. He knew little about these things.

“If the threat is great, I’ll take care of the big threat first, and then we’ll go have some fun.”

“Alright…” Bai Jun sighed. He now realized how significant the drawbacks of his so-called ‘Spiritual Qi’ Cultivation System were.

However, fortunately, he had undergone Fusion with Chen Heng’s blood of the heavenly demon and now possessed a second Cultivation System.

With just a little time, he could make himself no longer dependent on Spiritual Qi.

He activated the energy detector, and after several minutes of scanning, a ‘6’ appeared on the screen.

“Energy Rank is six, huh?” Bai Jun rubbed his chin. A Rank six energy level was roughly equivalent to the Wutong God’s level.

The Rank classification of this energy detector was very simple and crude: with Chen Heng as the benchmark, the larger the number, the stronger the power.

Oh, and Chen Heng’s Rank was 100.

This meant that the strongest existence on this planet was only six percent of Chen Heng’s power.

To describe it in one word, it was weak.

Bai Jun’s energy Rank was eight, and Luo Shuo’s was seven. This planet posed no threat to them at all.

“What does this mean?” Chen Heng looked at the ‘6’ on the screen and turned to Bai Jun.

“No big deal. Our Rank should be considered a Heavenly Demon descending upon the world.”

Bai Jun immediately relaxed. It seemed his previous worries were a bit unfounded.

“Alright then, let’s find a place to land the spaceship and go for a stroll…” Meanwhile, on Zhuosha Star.

This was a traditional world of swords and magic, with various races.

Every race had its own faith, which was their ‘God’.

At this moment, the annual Brave Martial Arts Competition was being held in the Billon Imperial Capital.

Speaking of this year’s Brave Martial Arts Competition, the most dazzling participant was the First Prince of the Billon Imperial Family.

He had single-handedly slain three King Rank Demonic Beasts and could be called the strongest Brave in the history of the Billon Empire.

“Father, do you… really want me to marry that scumbag?”

A girl who looked fourteen or fifteen stood beside a middle-aged man covered in flab, biting her lip as she questioned him.

“Shut up!” The man suddenly slapped the girl across the face.

“It is your honor to become a plaything for His Highness the First Prince!”

“Do you know how much good it will do for our Themis Family if you marry His Highness the First Prince?”

“You only care about yourself. I’ve raised you for fifteen years; it’s time to repay me.”

“Or, are you still in contact with that lowly person?”

The middle-aged man’s gaze turned dangerous.

His daughter could be said to be quite beautiful, arguably the most beautiful in the entire Billon Empire.

But this brat had somehow met some wild boy, and the two had gotten together.

If he hadn’t arrived in time, this brat’s purity would have been lost!

“He’s not a lowly person!” Marcia wanted to resist, but how could a delicate girl like her possibly do so?

“Shut up!” Another slap, carrying a strong gust of Qi, directly knocked Marcia to the ground.

“Take her away and have the priests of the temple heal her injuries.”

“Yes, Duke.” Several guards supported Marcia and left the Brave Martial Arts Competition venue.

“Luca is also back to participate in the Brave Martial Arts Competition today. He will personally defeat the First Prince and marry me!”

Even with blood at the corner of her mouth, Marcia still roared at Duke Themis.

“Are you talking about that little bastard on stage?” Duke Themis sneered, pointing at the young man on the martial arts stage who was being trampled underfoot by the First Prince.

“!” Marcia only then noticed that the man she had been longing for was now lying in a sorry state at the First Prince’s feet.

“Don’t worry, His Highness the First Prince won’t kill him in the arena.”

Duke Themis grabbed Marcia’s chin, forcibly twisting her head away from the unbearable sight on the martial arts stage.

“But, after the match, severely injured and in a sorry state, will he be able to withstand my pursuit?”

“No, no…” Marcia fell into complete despair. She refused to believe what was before her eyes.

The boy who had once saved her from the mouth of a King Rank Demonic Beast was now defeated by someone else.

“Let him go. I… I am willing to marry His Highness the First Prince…”

Marcia’s expression darkened, and she stopped resisting.

To save her beloved boy, Marcia had no choice but to feign compliance, hoping to create an opportunity to send him away.

“No need. I have already requested a ‘Holy Word’ from the Great Chief Priest of the temple. Even if you resist, it will be futile.”

Duke Themis took a golden piece of paper from his subordinate, crushed it, and sprinkled it on Marcia’s forehead.

The Holy Word controlled Marcia in the blink of an eye, leaving her slumped there like a puppet.

Before completely losing consciousness, Marcia utterly lost her faith in the gods.

She now only hoped that the legendary Demonic Beasts would quickly descend upon the world, returning it to darkness.