I Am Your Natural Enemy

"Stop."

In an instant, the strange forces rushing towards Nanyang from the east, west, and north all halted in their tracks.

At the edge of the cliff and cloud sea, the Old Celestial Master gazed southward with a hint of surprise in his eyes, then immediately raised three incense sticks above his head and bowed.

"Thank you, Empress."

Although everything was perfectly in order and there was no issue, the fact that she would intervene proactively was indeed exceedingly rare.

He didn’t know when Wen Yan caught the attention of Mazu Empress.

The Old Celestial Master didn’t know what had intervened, but anything that could garner the Empress’s protection must indicate someone strayed from martial integrity, crossed boundaries, and broke the rules.

The Old Celestial Master previously hadn’t worried about these issues because Nanyang is foreign.

Those outside, including the vast majority of People of Divine Land, likely don’t understand why this Empress is the only deity in Divine Land with identification.

The Old Celestial Master ceremoniously bowed again, placing the incense facing southeast in the incense burner.

He too committed an error that many had made before, overestimating the rationality of those outside, overestimating their minds.

At the same time, in the Wenyan Family home, a window was opened. The opened window appeared to be heavily interfered with, not opening beside Wen Yan but rather thousands of meters high in the sky.

Gan Tang stepped out from the window, traversing the sky, floating mid-air.

She glanced at the messages received on her phone, along with satellite communications guiding her.

She looked far into the distance and replied.

"I see it."

In the sky, a point of fire rapidly approached at high speed.

Gan Tang calmly watched the approaching missile, her appearance beginning to reveal a hint of Great Zombie form. Her figure transformed into a blurred shadow, instantly heading in the direction of the missile.

Flying Zombie represents a grade of zombie undergoing qualitative change.

Simply being able to fly brings an advantage surpassing most Different Races.

Even her sister, the former Big Executor, though immensely powerful, couldn’t actually fly.

Gan Tang had long wanted to act, but Grand Uncle Master had said this path was one Wen Yan chose for himself. If they constantly protect him, then Wen Yan would be ruined.

Now, Wen Yan is pursuing his own path; as long as he doesn’t die, they cannot intervene.

However, if shameless things play such tricks, they could only blame themselves.

Just coincidentally, Scorching Sun Department was preparing to shift in a large direction; it was a good time for Gan Tang to personally act.

Gan Tang flew rapidly at high altitude; the more she transformed into her Great Zombie form, the faster she moved, as though the world’s magnetic field was propelling her.

Following slightly distorted voices and texts from the phone, she arrived at the designated location.

She reached out a hand, her nails rapidly growing, one by one flying out, instantly breaking the sound barrier.

However, the next moment, Gan Tang slightly furrowed her brow, realizing her speed estimation of the missile was a bit off, it missed.

A voice from the phone informed her the signal transmission was delayed, with adjustments made this time.

After another reminder, she saw the supersonic nails fly out, rotating to collide with the missile. The exceedingly sharp nails, combined with rotational force, pierced into the missile’s shell, twisting its air rudder and distorting its propulsion system.

In an instant, the missile originally advancing swiftly began executing a Brownian movement in mid-air.

Overly fierce turning brought overwhelming overload forces, instantly exacerbating already twisted components.

Gan Tang was preparing to leave when a slightly surprised voice came from the phone.

"If it’s convenient, can you bring it back? I can try to tell you how to prevent it from exploding, though it’s a bit dangerous."

Gan Tang didn’t reply, and the voice from the phone quickly added.

"Of course, the very important reason is, this is evidence! It’s crucial for our upcoming leverage."

Upon hearing this, Gan Tang replied.

"Alright, let’s give it a try."

"This missile was launched from base number 57. It should be short-range, currently not clear which model, its explosive device also uncertain..."

"Just tell me what to do." Gan Tang interrupted the voice from the phone.

"Okay then."

Gan Tang glanced into the distance, sensing a peculiar force from there, furrowing her brow slightly. She disliked that force, reminiscent of the Last Dharma Decline Era.

Seeing no further messages on her phone, she proceeded to chase the missile executing Brownian movement.

Meanwhile, Wen Yan either dodged or blocked all bullets, his left hand numbed by shock.

During an opponent’s reload interval, he took three steps in two, at speeds far exceeding the average person, reaching the boss before him.

The opponent tried to resist with a hand, but Wen Yan’s hand flicked, waist twisted, and full power burst forth, striking a mace on the boss’s skull, denting it deeply on spot.

Before the boss’s vitality got a chance to recover, Wen Yan stomped and crushed his throat; sheer power crushed, breaking his limbs, then binding them behind him.

His immense vitality couldn’t immediately recover or complete a counterattack under such circumstances.

Wen Yan single-handedly lifted the boss with twisted limbs bound behind, coldly smirking at his incredulous expression.

"Fool, everyone knows I’m a Martial Artist, and a Third Stage one at that."