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The curtains fluttered as the window swung open.
With a clash, the foot collided with the arm crackling with lightning, and after a brief moment of stalemate, the Zombie was sent flying backward by the electric shock.
A man in pajamas and slippers climbed out of the window, stepping forward as the lightning in his hand coalesced into a bolt. With incredible speed, he leaped from the rooftop.
Unlike Zombies, humans were not invulnerable; their abilities were still bound to their flesh and blood. However, Shen Xingchuan was confident in his leap.
Taking advantage of the Zombie's attempt to grasp the lightning with its bare hands, he landed on its waist. In an instant, he descended from above.
With the added force of impact, the lightning successfully broke through the Zombie's defenses and struck its throat.
With a loud bang, dust and debris were kicked up from the ground as it settled.
One hand wielded lightning while the other held a cold Level Seven Crystal Core; Shen Xingchuan stepped over the corpse toward the crowd. The scar running through his brow had become a badge of honor, instilling fear in all who beheld him.
Being at the same Level Seven did not mean anyone would dare to confront Shen Xingchuan directly. The sheer destructive power of his lightning made him far from an ordinary Level Seven.
To kill a Level Seven Zombie so easily suggested that his ascension was imminent. With Shen Xingchuan at Ning'an Base, it truly deserved to be called the foremost base without question.
As everyone stood frozen in awe, a sweet voice like honey drifted down from above: "Shen Xingchuan, what do you have in your hand? It looks so beautiful."
They turned their gaze to the rooftop where a lovely girl with flowing hair leaned lazily against the window, looking down at them—or rather, at the man who had just crawled out of that room.
The object in his hand was indeed beautiful; was she interested in that Level Seven Crystal Core?
The crowd braced themselves for some romantic display, as it was clear what it meant for a man to emerge from a woman's room in pajamas—something anyone over eighteen would understand.
But Shen Xingchuan surprised them all.
He showed no intention of relinquishing the Crystal Core; instead, he raised his right hand with lightning: "Here, for you. No need to thank me."
The bolt shot forward with astonishing speed, appearing before Yun Zhi Yue in an instant, embedding itself into the window frame right beside her cheek and severing a strand of her black hair that floated down from the rooftop.
Yun Zhi Yue:
The crowd:
"Hahaha! This is too funny! I declare that this Dimension's master is none other than Shen Xingchuan—the god of all Soul Fragments in this little Dimension! What a sight to behold!"
Yun Zhi Yue was truly taken aback; what was happening? Just minutes ago, they had been lying on the same bed!
Suppressing the urge to curse, after Lei disappeared, Yun Zhi Yue quickly got up. Just when everyone thought that Yun Zhi Yue had left in anger, he returned to the window holding something.
He tossed down the clothes that Shen Xingchuan had changed out of yesterday—shirts, pants, shoes, and even underwear.
Shen Xingchuan's eyelids twitched as he immediately used his ability to turn everything into ashes, erasing all evidence to avoid embarrassment.
Yun Zhi Yue let out a cold laugh and snapped his fingers.
The crowd noticed that three distinct pathways appeared at the entrance below, each marked by varying levels of attractiveness. This time, it wasn't just a matter of beauty and ugliness; a fourth exclusive pathway emerged.
The sign read: "Shen Xingchuan and Dogs Special Exchange Rate."
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