Chapter 880: The Bronze Altar

Qing Xiaoyue completely ignored him. She couldn't help feeling that the world was truly chaotic. If it were before, Xiaoyue would have been terrified, but after experiencing these past few days, she viewed many things with great calm.

"Aren't you afraid?" The blue-eyed man was somewhat puzzled. He had intended to intimidate Qing Xiaoyue into confessing everything, but he found no trace of fear in her eyes.

"Why should I be afraid?" Qing Xiaoyue pouted, made a dismissive sound, and rolled her eyes.

The blue-eyed foreigner's expression turned unpleasant. He reached out a finger and slowly traced it along her crystal-clear earlobe, saying, "I really like beautiful women, especially ones like you."

"Hmph, no manners at all. I really can't understand..." Her neck was long, her skin white and jade-like, showing no sign of fear.

"What can't you understand?" His hand clenched slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Don't test my patience. Tell me, where is that person, or where are the three of us?"

"He's right behind you," Qing Xiaoyue said delightedly.

"Hmph, beautiful miss, if you dare joke again, I won't hesitate to turn you into a cold corpse!" The blue-eyed foreigner's face was full of anger as he spoke harshly.

Ridiculous. This was their secret base, where no outsider had set foot in decades. And she absurdly claimed that Yang Tian was behind him? Wasn't that a fantasy?

"He really is behind you. If you don't believe me, take a look." Qing Xiaoyue was speechless. Staring at the approaching Yang Tian, her heart filled with joy, but she wasn't particularly surprised.

"Bastard, you're asking for death!" The blue-eyed foreigner was furious. He didn't believe her nonsense at all. His hand lifted her chin, and he said harshly, "I told you I like beautiful women. If I took off your clothes, it would be absolutely perfect."

"Scoundrel!" Qing Xiaoyue was furious. She slapped him across the face with a loud smack.

With a crack, a handprint was imprinted on his face. The blue-eyed foreigner was stunned. What had just happened? He hadn't even caught her hand. How was that possible?

"Idiot, go to hell!" Seeing his dazed expression, Qing Xiaoyue raised her little foot, and her crystal shoe kicked him straight in the crotch. A miserable scream suddenly exploded.

He writhed on the ground, his face full of terror. He felt as if he had lost all ability to move, letting this woman kick him.

As he fell, he saw a horrifying sight: a young man had appeared inside. How was that possible? Was he seeing things?

"Why didn't you hit him earlier?" Qing Xiaoyue ran up, shook his arm, and complained loudly.

"Aren't you hitting him?" Yang Tian asked, somewhat bewildered. But his eyes were fixed on the bronze altar. He hadn't expected this thing to be here.

"It's him, it's him, it's this man!" The blue-eyed foreigner recalled the photograph. His face was full of terror, and he roared, "Space missiles, fire! Blow him up! Blow him up!"

Voice-controlled missiles. As his voice fell, over a hundred grenade launchers rose simultaneously, aiming at Yang Tian and the others, emitting a powerful fluctuation.

Boom!

Like an avalanche, streaks of red light disrupted space. The heavens and earth were filled with explosive energy, surging toward Yang Tian at a terrifying speed.

"Haha, you two fools, die, die!" The blue-eyed foreigner roared, his face twisted with ferocity. These over a hundred newly developed missiles were enough to destroy this desert and carve out a great abyss.

He simply didn't believe these two mortals could survive. Moreover, these missiles employed compression technology, using space to compress the blast radius to a very small area, so he wouldn't be harmed.

"Hmm, it has a hint of space-crossing power," Yang Tian murmured softly after observing for a while.

"Quick, smash them, smash them!" Qing Xiaoyue hid behind Yang Tian and shouted.

"Haha, are you dreaming?" The blue-eyed foreigner let out a contemptuous laugh, as if he had heard the most ridiculous thing in the world.

Yang Tian's eyes blazed with divine light. From his pupils suddenly shot dozens of golden war spears, erupting with overwhelming aura, shaking the heavens and earth, directly piercing through the void.

"Ah... ah..." The blue-eyed foreigner screamed, nearly scared to death. What had he seen? A man's eyes shooting divine spears, tearing space apart, terrifying to the extreme.

"Birdman, stop yelling!" Qing Xiaoyue was also somewhat shocked. She pointed at him and scolded, "Just because you've mastered a bit of space technology, don't get cocky. See my brother? He can pierce through space just by opening his eyes, and destroy your damn base with a single finger."

"Ah... impossible, this is fake!" The blue-eyed foreigner roared madly. He had a dream of conquering the world, yet this man could pierce through technology thousands of years ahead with just a glance.

The golden war spears were terrifying, their killing intent overwhelming, shaking the heavens and earth, causing the entire base to seem on the verge of collapse.

At that moment, his hand shook slightly, and the bronze altar instantly shrank, caught by Yang Tian.

"You... you... this!" The blue-eyed foreigner nearly died of fright. The bronze altar had become so small? How was that possible? He must be seeing things. They must have taken drugs; everything was fake.

"Brother Yang Tian, what is this thing?" Qing Xiaoyue was full of curiosity, constantly examining the altar. This thing could actually shrink.

Hearing this, Yang Tian's mind wandered for a moment, then he sighed, "A gift from a senior. He lived in another corner of the starry sky but never returned to his homeland. After millions of years, I brought his ashes to bury here."

"Could it be an ancient Chinese senior?" Qing Xiaoyue was startled. After looking closely, she was filled with wonder.

"Millions of years? How is that possible? How is that possible!" The blue-eyed foreigner was going mad. Who was this man? The other end of the starry sky? Was he from another planet?

Yang Tian was deeply melancholy. Though he had never met this powerful figure, he must have led a heroic life, with divine might shaking the heavens. Yet he never returned to his homeland in person.

"Go, find your own place." Yang Tian's hand shook slightly, and the bronze altar shot through the air, disappearing into the void, gone to an unknown destination.

"Ah... ah... you sinner! You threw it away! Do you know what it contained? Do you? You damned sinner!" The blue-eyed foreigner almost vomited blood. He had actually thrown away the bronze altar.

Yang Tian's eyes swept over him. As a golden light pierced through, his life force vanished completely.

He appeared outside with Xiaoyue. After a cold glance, he stomped his foot, and the base rumbled as it sank into the ground. The earth split open and disappeared without a trace.

Qing Xiaoyue was stunned. She licked her dry lips. What kind of era was this? A single stomp could make a stretch of land vanish. It was too terrifying.

"Don't provoke me, or else..." Yang Tian looked up at a surveillance camera and said calmly.

On the other side of the surveillance camera, in a room filled with large screens, the people inside were scared half to death. They had seen a man stomp his foot and sink the entire base.

"This is a threat, a threat!" A high-ranking official of a certain country was furious. He issued an order to summon their nation's deity, the Red-robed Archbishop, to suppress this arrogant man.