Negative Energy Transfer: System Domination

Chapter 882

"Yang Lei, a late-stage Divine King, controls the power of light-attributed rules.

Wang Yexing, the peak of the God King, masters the power of dark attribute rules.

Lei Wen, a late God King, is proficient in the power of thunder attribute rules.

Lingxuan, late God King, excels at the power of wind attributes."

Seeing the information about these four people, Han Changkong suddenly felt a headache and muttered to himself:

"Who the hell are these powerful characters?"

He hurriedly asked through the sect token:

"Master, is there something wrong with this list? Aren't the attributes of these people a little too exaggerated?"

After a while, the token vibrated.

"These are all geniuses secretly cultivated by my Liu family. They all possess divine powers of rare attributes."

Han Changkong almost blurted out and asked if there was anyone who could control time, space, or other even more incredible attributes, but he swallowed the words back.

"Master, these are all treasures of your Liu family. Leave them to me, Han. If something goes wrong after you take them out and you fail to bring them back, it will be difficult to explain."

"Oh, Elder Han, you have no confidence?" Liu Ruoli's response was full of sarcasm.

"Master, please stop joking with me. If I were in danger alone, I'd have plenty of ways to escape. But if these four were to get into trouble, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to protect them."

Han Changkong knew in his heart that he was not afraid of death, but if these people were killed, the loss would be huge.

Although he had not been in the God Realm for a long time, he understood that geniuses like him were extremely precious, no matter in the God Clan or the Demon Clan. Once they grew up, killing enemies of higher levels would be a piece of cake.

"Don't worry, Elder Han. They may not necessarily listen to you."

"What do you mean?" Han Changkong was a little confused.

"You know they're all geniuses, and you're a genius too, so you need to have a competition to determine who's better."

When Han Changkong heard this, he couldn't help but sneer in his heart and thought to himself:

Didn’t Che Jun tell them about his own fighting ability?

My temper flared up all of a sudden.

"Well, if I win, so what? There has to be some benefit. Han never does business at a loss."

The other end of the sect token fell into silence, as if time had stopped at this moment.

Han Changkong's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a sly smile, and he was secretly proud in his heart:

Hey kid, even though you've lived in this world longer than me, I guess you're still no match for me when it comes to being thick-skinned.

After a long while, the sect token finally vibrated, and Han Changkong hurriedly looked down to check the message. It read:

"If you win, I'll marry you too."

Forehead???

Han Changkong's eyes widened instantly, his face full of disbelief.

What's happening here?

Are all women nowadays so straightforward?

He had originally prepared a series of routines, but the other party revealed the answer directly, which made him feel like a punch on cotton, and his sense of accomplishment disappeared without a trace in an instant.

However, he quickly came back to his senses, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he tapped his finger on the token and replied:

"Why should I marry you?"

"Han Changkong!!!!"

A furious roar suddenly rang out from the sect token, but Han Changkong spoke slowly and calmly:

"Hey, I was just kidding. But don't worry, if they come in with me and follow my instructions, there shouldn't be any danger. After all, the strongest over there is only at the Divine King level. If I go in, I can easily beat them all with one punch."

"Don't be too careless. Those who can enter the ancient battlefield are all top figures in the divine world, and there are also many powerful people with special attributes."

Han Changkong thought for a moment and felt that it made sense, so he said:

"Okay, I'm going to go practice first. Just call me when the ancient battlefield opens."

After saying that, he cut off the voice transmission and lay down directly on the futon, ready to sleep.