117: Chapter 117 The Eldest Son's Terrifying Strength

"I know!" Wang Zhentian puffed out his chest, Battle Intent burning in his eyes. "Before I came, Master Ye told me everything! Someone wants to take advantage of my mom's absence to bully our family! They want to touch my little sister!"

"Dad, don't worry, I'm very strong now! If that so-called Cult Leader dares to come, I'll show him why the flowers are so red!"

As the father and son were talking, Wang Zhentian's gaze suddenly shifted. Like a young lion patrolling its territory, he turned his head to look at Nightingale, who was standing in the corner.

Nightingale was currently wearing a maid outfit, holding a tea tray, and keeping her head down, trying to make herself as inconspicuous as possible.

But under the gaze of Wang Zhentian's golden eyes, which had undergone Hell-style training at the Dragon Soul Academy, she felt her whole body tense up, as if she had been locked onto by a high-precision life-form radar.

"Hmm?"

Wang Dachui saw this and was just about to explain.

But he saw Wang Zhentian frown, twitch his nose twice, and stride over to Nightingale.

He looked down at the maid with her head lowered, his eyes carrying a sense of scrutiny and warning. Although his voice was childish, it exuded an unquestionable domineering Aura.

"Dad, is this auntie the one mentioned in the intelligence reports... the mole?"

Wang Dachui was stunned for a moment, then reacted and quickly nodded. "Yes, yes, yes. She is Ye Xiaocao. She is currently responsible for taking care of the flowers and plants at home, and she is also... ahem, she is also our helper."

"Helper?" Wang Zhentian curled his lip, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes, and said bluntly:

"She has a smell on her. Although she's washed very clean, I can smell the blood and the cold, sinister scent left behind from playing with poison for years from far away."

Nightingale felt a chill in her heart and buried her head even lower. This child's intuition... was too terrifying.

"However..." Wang Zhentian changed the subject, his oppressive Aura receding slightly:

"Since Dad says you are a helper, then you count as one of our own."

"But I don't like the smell on you. Stay away from my little sister."

As he spoke, he stretched out a finger, waved it in front of Nightingale, and his tone became chilling:

"Don't think I don't know what you people are thinking. Since you've entered my family's door, behave yourself."

"If I ever find out you dare to harbor any crooked thoughts, or hurt my dad and my mom..."

"Snap!" He casually pinched the air, creating a sonic boom.

"I will take the bones out of your body, one by one."

Nightingale shuddered, cold sweat instantly soaking her back. She could feel that this young man was not joking. If she really dared to betray them, this seemingly simple and honest kid would instantly turn into an Incarnation of Asura.

"Alright, alright, stop scaring her." Wang Dachui quickly grabbed his son, though he was secretly laughing inside.

Good lad, you've got guts! That was a great show of strength to establish dominance!

However... if you knew that your dad had already taken this poison woman as a concubine, I wonder what your expression would be.

Wang Dachui coughed twice to hide his slight guilty conscience and quickly changed the subject. "Seniors, since you've arrived, stop hiding. Come down and get some fresh air."

As Wang Dachui's voice fell, several figures walked out of the transport plane.

They weren't wearing conspicuous Taoist robes or military uniforms; instead, they had all changed into ordinary porter camouflage uniforms, and were even carrying boxes, disguised flawlessly.

But that Aura, as deep and vast as an abyss, was impossible to cover up.

"Wuliang Tianzun." The two lead porters put down their boxes, straightened their backs, and sharp light shot from their eyes. They were the two SS-rank Elders, Tian Jian and Elder Dijian.

Behind them, five burly men with fierce eyes also walked out; they were the five great S-rank soldier kings of the military department.

"Greetings, young friend Wang." Elder Tian Jian smiled slightly. "This trip has really stifled me."

"Thank you for your hard work, Seniors!" Wang Dachui cupped his hands in a salute.

"Is this the Divine Son?" One of the bald soldier kings stared burningly at Wang Zhentian, his eyes full of the Battle Intent of someone who has spotted fresh prey.

He was a famous battle maniac in the military, an S-rank Peak Physical Body-type, known as "Iron Tower." Hearing that a child had a stronger Physical Body than him, he had long wanted to test his mettle.

"Kid, I heard you're pretty wild at the academy?"

"I wanted to test your mettle on the plane, but I was afraid of tearing the plane apart, so I didn't dare to move."

The bald soldier king cracked his knuckles, strode up to Wang Zhentian, and deliberately released his S-rank Peak pressure: "Uncle here practices hard Qi gong. I want to spar with you and test your strength, how about it?"

Wang Dachui was just about to intervene, but was stopped by Elder Tian Jian. "It's fine, let him try. With a great enemy approaching, it's a good opportunity for this child to establish his prestige, and it will also give everyone some peace of mind."

Wang Zhentian was fiddling with his new bracers. Hearing someone provoking him, he slowly raised his head.

He looked at the burly man in front of him who was two heads taller than him. There was no fear on his face; instead, he revealed an excited smile: "Spar? Sure."

"But Uncle, I have a lot of strength, so you'd better stand firm."

"Hahahaha! What a joke! If I stand here and let you push me, I lose if you can move me even one step!"

The bald soldier king laughed loudly, stomped his feet violently, and the ground instantly cracked. His whole body was like an old tree that had taken root. He planted his feet in a horse stance, channeled his hard Qi gong, and his skin turned bronze-colored.

"Then I won't be polite." Wang Zhentian didn't waste words. He just casually took a step forward, without any charging movements, and threw a simple straight punch, aiming straight for the target!

"Whoosh—" The wind from the punch whistled; the air seemed to be compressed to the limit by this punch, emitting a sharp sonic boom!

The bald soldier king's expression changed. One can tell the quality of an expert the moment they make a move. The speed and power of this punch far exceeded his estimations!

"Hah!" He roared, crossing his arms in an attempt to block.

"Bang—!!!" A muffled, extremely loud noise erupted, as if a heavy hammer had struck a bronze bell. A visible shockwave instantly swept across the entire area, and the red carpet on the floor was torn to shreds!

Immediately after, under the shocked gaze of everyone, that S-rank Peak soldier king, known as "Immovable as a Mountain" and weighing nearly three hundred pounds, was like a baseball hit, flying backward with a "whoosh" sound!

He traced a parabola of several dozen meters in the air, moving at an astonishing speed, and crashed directly into the landing gear of the transport plane.

"Clang!!!" That solid alloy steel pipe, as thick as a thigh, was actually bent into a V-shape by his impact! The entire transport plane shook violently!

"Cough, cough, cough..." The bald man climbed up from the ground, clutching his numb and now senseless arms, his face covered in dust and disbelief, his eyes filled with horror.

"Holy crap... is this really a kid?!"

"This strength... even a Tier 5 Beast King wouldn't be this monstrous!"

The whole scene was dead silent. Even the two SS-rank Elders, Tian Jian and Elder Dijian, couldn't help but be moved, sharp light exploding in their eyes.

"No spiritual power used, pure Physical Body explosion..." Elder Dijian took a deep breath, his tone carrying undisguised amazement. "This child's Physical Body strength has already completely stabilized in the SS-rank Domain!"

"Even... just in terms of this instantaneous explosive power and destructive force, even if facing an SSS-rank Grandmaster, he might have the power to fight! This is simply a natural-born God of War!"

Wang Dachui watching this scene, proudly put his hands on his hips, his expression even more satisfied than if he had won a battle himself.

He walked over and patted his son's head. "Well done! You didn't embarrass the Wang family!"

"But take it easy next time, they are our own people. If you break them, we'll have to pay medical bills."

Wang Zhentian retracted his fist, looking innocent. "I only used thirty percent of my strength. Who knew Uncle was so fragile."

Hearing this, the bald soldier king almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. Thirty percent strength?! Listen to that, is that even human talk?!

"Alright, since everyone has arrived and gotten to know each other." Wang Dachui clapped his hands, breaking the silence on the scene, a confident smile appearing on his face.

"The scenery on this mountain is not bad. Shall we walk around first?"