337: Everyone can be a dragon, and everyone can travel through the stars!

"Buzz—!!!"

That dimensional wall, spanning across the void and flashing the red "404" text, flickered without warning.

Like an old television turning off.

The garbled code, bullet comments, and that taunting "VIP Top-up Prompt" vanished instantly.

The world became quiet.

But in the next second, an even more terrifying clamor descended.

Outside the wall.

The three "Gu King" civilizations, who were originally fighting so hard their brains were about to spill out, all paused at once.

To the left was the [Mechanical God Clan], who had modified their bodies to the density of a neutron star.

To the right was the [Tyranid Swarm], commanding a sea of void insects and devouring everything.

In the middle was a group of [Light Spirit Body] composed of pure energy.

These three were the last "Poison Kings" surviving in this Multiverse Gu-refining field.

Every single one of them was stained with the blood of thousands of cosmic civilizations.

At this moment, they stopped simultaneously and cast greedy gazes toward the newly revealed "new map."

"A hidden map?"

The leader of the Mechanical God Clan emitted a rumbling electronic voice, "Hidden so deeply, there must be plenty of resources inside."

"Hiss—meat! Fresh meat!"

The Swarm Overlord let out a tooth-aching screech as countless claws carved rifts into the void.

"Sanitize it."

The Light Spirit Body were the most direct; tens of thousands of gamma-ray bursts, enough to evaporate stars, immediately turned their aim and blasted toward the Pangu Continent that had just revealed its true face.

In their eyes.

This was a piece of fat meat delivered right to their mouths.

Not eat it? It would be a disservice to their conscience... Pangu Continent, peripheral defense line.

There were no city walls here, nor were there any turrets.

Only a ring of... **"Observation Decks"** floating in orbit.

At this time, the observation decks were packed with people.

There were students in school uniforms, middle-aged women carrying vegetable baskets, and office workers who had just finished work and hadn't had time to change out of their uniforms.

They held melon seeds, cola, and some even held light sticks.

One by one, they craned their necks, watching the destructive beams howling from the distance. Not only was there no fear on their faces, but instead, they were filled with... excitement?

"Hey, hey, hey! It's coming, it's coming!"

A chubby kid with a backpack jumped up excitedly, "I see it clearly! It's a gamma-ray burst! The textbook says this thing can be used to roast sweet potatoes!"

"Tsk, how ignorant."

An old man nearby, wearing a tank top and flip-flops, curled his lip, rolling two walnuts (made of miniature neutron stars) in his hand.

"The purity isn't good enough; the color is grayish. At most, it's just industrial fire."

"Stop the noise!"

A middle-aged woman wearing a red armband shouted, "Is the square dance team ready? Today we're practicing a new routine, and we'll use those bugs as backup dancers!"

Facing an attack capable of destroying a galaxy.

These Earthlings were actually discussing... backup dancers?

"Boom—!!!"

The gamma-ray burst finally arrived.

Carrying the power to destroy heaven and earth, it slammed violently toward the observation deck.

However.

No shields lit up.

No defense systems activated.

The old man in flip-flops slowly extended a hand and made a "pushing" motion toward the beam of light.

"Taiji: Cloud Hands."

Buzz!

That beam of light, capable of skewering and incinerating hundreds of Earths like candied haws, bent... three inches in front of the old man's palm.

Like a tamed stream of water, it circled around the old man's arm, and then... "Off you go!"

The old man pushed back with his palm.

The beam of light reflected back along its original path at an even greater speed!

It slammed violently into the Light Spirit camp!

"Ah!!!"

A chorus of screams came from the other side.

"This is impossible! Refracting gamma rays with a physical body? What kind of creature is this?!"

But this was only the beginning.

"Boys!"

Ye Qingcang stood on the highest command tower, waving his broadsword as his roar shattered the heavens.

"We've been holding back for ten thousand years!"

"Today, all restrictions are lifted!"

"Charge for me!"

"Kill!!!"

In that instant.

Pangu Continent boiled over.

Countless streaks of light soared into the sky.

Not warships, not mechas.

But living, breathing... **people**.

That chubby kid with the backpack kicked off, his body instantly breaking the speed of light, crashing into the Mechanical God Clan's fleet like a cannonball.

"Eight Extremes Crushing!"

Boom!

A warship as massive as a mountain was smashed into scrap metal by his shoulder!

That middle-aged woman with the red armband led hundreds of square-dancing aunties, forming an array in the void.

"Boom-chick-a-boom!"

With the rhythm, every step they took caused a section of the surrounding space to collapse.

Billions of terrifying insects were crushed into pulp under their dance steps!

And then there was that office worker.

He adjusted his glasses, holding a briefcase in his hand.

"I really didn't want to work overtime today."

He sighed, opened his briefcase, and pulled out a Gatling gun condensed from "Causality."

"Da da da da da—!"

Blue tongues of fire spat out; every bullet carried a "sure-hit" attribute.

Light Spirit Body?

Physical immunity?

Sorry, but this gun shoots concepts!

Slaughter.

This was a one-sided, extremely brutal slaughter.

Those three "Gu Kings" who had run rampant outside, exterminating countless civilizations.

At this moment, it was as if they had stumbled into a kindergarten in the land of giants.

Being ground into the dirt by a group of "little kids"... Lingxiao Heavenly Court.

Lu Chen stood by the railing, watching the fireworks filling the sky in the distance, a satisfied curve tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Is this the 'Everyone is Like a Dragon' you wanted?"

Su Qingying stood beside him, her mouth twitching as she watched a primary school student riding the Zerg Broodmother like a horse.

"Isn't this... a bit too violent?"

"Violent?"

Lu Chen shook his head, picked up his thermos, and took a sip.

"This is called 'Martial Spirit'."

"It's been ten thousand years."

"I delegated the permissions of the pangu system into every citizen's genes."

"Now, every Earthling is a miniature 'humanoid nuclear bomb'."

"Warships? Those are transportation tools for the disabled."

"Real Earthlings..."

Lu Chen pointed at the old man who was physically resisting a black hole.

"All cross the interstellar using their bodies."

By now, the situation on the battlefield was completely one-sided.

Those three arrogant Level 5 civilizations had already had their mentalities shattered.

Run?

Run where?

The surrounding space had been locked down by that old man with his walnuts!

"Mercy! Mercy, my lord!"

The leader of the Mechanical God Clan, with only a head remaining, pleaded frantically, "We are willing to surrender! Willing to be your dogs!"

"Be dogs?"

Lu Chen's voice was coldly broadcast across all frequencies.

"I'm sorry."

"Our home isn't short of dogs."

"But we are short of a few..."

Lu Chen glanced at Ye Qingcang, who was holding his blade with a dissatisfied look.

"Short of a few durable punching bags."

"Old Ye."

"Present!" Ye Qingcang was so excited his beard was shaking.

"Don't kill them all."

Lu Chen turned around, leaving behind a proud and lonely silhouette for the battlefield.

"Leave a few alive for the children."

"These are rare..."

"Biology class teaching aids."