Saigo Nehru’s forehead was covered in beads of sweat.
The terrifying brutality and killing intent in the visitor’s eyes, those sharp and icy eyes, those eyes that inspired instinctive fear, were almost identical to the gaze of the Golden Horned Beast that had once terrified all of humanity during the worldwide broadcast.
Saigo forced out a smile.
“M… Mr Luo Feng, you’re actually still alive. This is simply…”
“There are plenty of scum in this world. But scum on your level…”
A cold light flashed through Luo Feng’s eyes.
Immediately, an invisible strand of spiritual force shot forth like a needle and pierced directly into Saigo’s sea of consciousness.
The miniature planet within Saigo’s sea of consciousness was as fragile as tofu.
It was pierced instantly.
Boom!
Saigo’s eyes widened with terror.
Then his body collapsed limply to the floor.
Luo Feng glanced down at the corpse.
Then his body blurred and vanished from the doorway.
High in the sky.
Standing atop the Soaring Sky Shuttle, Luo Feng transformed into a streak of light and flew towards America.
From childhood until now, Luo Feng had never been a saint, nor some hero devoted to justice.
However, he had his own principles.
There was plenty of scum in the world, and Luo Feng would never become some self righteous vigilante punishing every criminal he encountered.
After all, where there is light, there is darkness.
What truly enraged him about the faction led by Atkin, Saigo Nehru, and Yan Hai was this:
They had threatened and openly robbed the families left behind by heroes.
“Mohanderson, East, Tripathi Singh, Jia Yi, Sokolov.”
“You died honourably.”
“But these three bastards have denied you peace even after death.”
“I will not allow it.”
Luo Feng gazed towards America across the ocean.
According to information Babata had gathered by infiltrating global monitoring networks, Atkin was currently in Washington Base City.
…
Washington Base City.
Because of the time difference, it was now deep into the night.
A luxury limousine stood parked beside a street.
“He’s already there!”
Hearing those words over the phone, Atkin’s eyes widened.
“This is bad. Luo Feng really isn’t dead. He’s actually returned!”
Cold sweat immediately formed on his forehead.
Thoughts raced through his mind.
Without question, Luo Feng had first killed Yan Hai.
He was now almost certainly killing Saigo Nehru.
The next target would probably be Atkin himself.
“What do I do? What do I do?”
“Luo Feng is ruthless, and he’s unbelievably powerful!”
The more Atkin thought about it, the more frightened he became.
Sweat soaked his forehead and back.
Panic.
No matter how he thought about it, every path led to death.
“Rush to Luo Feng’s family and take them hostage? No. That metal robot can stop me. Besides, travelling from America to China takes too long. I’m slower than Luo Feng. He’ll intercept me before I get there.”
Atkin rapidly considered countless plans.
Then rejected them one by one.
“There is no road to heaven and no gate into the earth. Earth is only so big. With Luo Feng’s abilities, there is nowhere I can escape!”
Grinding his teeth, Atkin made a decision.
“I have only one option left!”
He immediately grabbed his phone and made a call.
“Get me every major media outlet in Washington Base City immediately. As fast as possible. Through the HR Alliance, notify media organisations in every major base city across the globe…”
This night was destined to be anything but peaceful.
The world’s most powerful man, HR Alliance Speaker Atkin, had begun his final struggle for survival.
…
Freedom Square, the largest square in Washington Base City.
In the middle of the night, one news vehicle after another arrived.
Powerful loudspeaker broadcasts awakened huge numbers of local residents from their sleep.
When the giant screen above Freedom Square lit up, and countless media vehicles filled the area, many curious citizens came downstairs.
“The Speaker of the HR Alliance Council is about to announce shocking news to the entire world.”
“In moments, the whole globe will be shaken.”
“Yes. This is not an exaggeration. The Speaker of the HR Alliance Council, currently the strongest person on Earth, is about to reveal a major announcement.”
…
The various media organisations immediately began broadcasting.
On the giant screen appeared footage from the battle between Hong, Thunder God, and the Devouring Beast.
Scenes of the six heroes entering the ocean appeared as well.
Then detailed introductions of all Eight Heroes.
“Why are they showing the stories of the Eight Heroes? Is the announcement related to them?”
“Could it be that Hong and Thunder God have awakened?”
Residents from the surrounding high rise apartment complexes poured into the square.
…
Asia, Europe, North America, South America, Africa.
The HR Alliance possessed influence everywhere.
Some media outlets were directly controlled by it.
Tonight, Atkin spared no expense, paying huge sums to numerous media organisations.
As a result, countless channels around the world began simultaneous broadcasts.
Pop up notifications appeared on major websites.
In America it was night.
In Europe it was morning.
In China and India, it was the hottest part of the day.
The television and internet broadcasts instantly drew global attention.
“What is going on?”
“What major news is being announced?”
“The HR Alliance Speaker is personally making the announcement?”
Across the world, people watching television or browsing the internet noticed immediately.
Even those sleeping or working were informed by friends.
Clearly, something enormous was happening.
Freedom Square.
“Please welcome Mr Atkin, Speaker of the HR Alliance Council!”
Under the spotlights and countless cameras, Atkin walked onto the stage.
Dressed in a white shirt and black suit, he appeared extremely formal.
The aura generated by his control over cosmic energy immediately quietened the crowd.
This was a being beyond the God of War level.
An existence ordinary people could only look up to.
“My friends across the world.”
“To everyone watching this broadcast.”
Excitement filled Atkin’s face.
“Today, I would first like to introduce someone.”
“He was a genius beyond compare, the youngest Spirit Reader ever to surpass the God of War level.”
“He once killed dozens of King Level monsters and even a Beast Emperor entirely on his own.”
“He fought the final battle against the Devouring Beast and killed it, saving humanity from catastrophe.”
“Who is he?”
Atkin’s voice trembled with emotion.
At the same time, the giant screen behind him displayed a documentary about Luo Feng.
His glorious achievements throughout every stage of his life appeared through photographs, text, and videos.
“Yes.”
“He is Luo Feng!”
“The most talented and greatest genius our Earth has ever produced.”
Atkin’s voice rang out powerfully.
In front of televisions and computers across the world.
Countless people seemed to return to that terrifying period more than a year earlier.
The era when humanity had feared the end of the world.
To them, the Eight Heroes were saviours.
And among them, the youngest hero, the one who delivered the final killing blow, Luo Feng, was admired and worshipped by countless people.
“I admired him.”
“I respected him.”
“I mourned his death.”
“I regretted his loss.”
“Humanity lost a once in a generation genius.”
Then Atkin mysteriously added:
“But have any of you noticed something?”
“From beginning to end, nobody ever found Luo Feng’s body.”
“The experts who entered the ocean only found the corpse of the Devouring Beast. They never found Luo Feng’s body.”
Silence.
The entire square fell silent.
Then came an explosion of noise.
Excited discussions erupted everywhere.
“Yes!”
“Your guesses are correct!”
Atkin’s voice rose dramatically.
“The announcement I am making today is this…”
“The greatest genius on Earth, Luo Feng, is still alive!”
“Yes!”
“He is alive!”
Boom!
The entire square erupted.
Boom!
People in front of televisions around the world erupted.
Boom!
People sitting before computers erupted.
At this moment.
The entire Earth erupted.
China.
The living room on the first floor of Luo Feng’s home.
Beside a baby’s cot, Luo Hongguo, Gong Xinlan, and the nanny stared at the television.
“The greatest genius on Earth, Luo Feng, is still alive! Yes! He is alive!”
Hearing Atkin’s emotional declaration and the deafening cheers from the crowd, Luo Hongguo and Gong Xinlan finally burst into excited shouts.
“Quick, call Xiao Xin home!”
“Notify Xiao Hua!”
The couple excitedly grabbed their phones.
Meanwhile, the two children in the cot clung to the railings, staring at the television with wide black eyes.
“Ba… Ba…”
One child pointed at Luo Feng’s picture on the screen and made a sound.
…
Luo Hua sat in front of a computer at his company.
Xu Xin sat before her own office computer.
Both stared at their screens.
…
Wei Wen had been enjoying an afternoon nap before his girlfriend dragged him in front of a computer.
“What?”
His mouth fell open in shock.
At the Elite Training Camp, Luo Feng’s former teacher Jiang Fang was also watching television.
…
Janet, who had once pursued Luo Feng, stood with a young man who was pursuing her.
Both stopped on a pedestrian street and looked up at a giant screen.
…
Countless people around the globe watched.
The Eight Heroes had long since become legendary figures, almost divine in the eyes of the public.
And now, the youngest and most talented among them was alive?
Furthermore, the announcement came directly from the Speaker of the HR Alliance Council.
“When I learned this news, I was too excited to sleep.”
“So I simply had to share this astonishing news with everyone.”
“He is my respected hero.”
“My deeply respected hero.”
Atkin appeared overwhelmed with emotion because his admired hero was alive.
Meanwhile, the people watching from televisions, computers, and giant public screens were genuinely ecstatic.
No one suspected that Atkin was acting.
After all, respecting the Eight Heroes seemed perfectly natural.
Suddenly.
A streak of light descended from above Freedom Square.
Then it slowed and gradually landed.
The entire square fell silent.
Atkin fell silent.
People watching from televisions and computers around the world also fell silent.
The whole world became silent.
Everyone stared at the figure.
He wore military trousers and a simple vest.
His hair was short and black.
His eyes were as deep as the ocean.
He slowly descended from the sky.
The invisible pressure he radiated seemed capable of passing through the screen itself. People could feel it even from afar.