Global Awakening: The Strongest Death Row Prisoner

Thousands of huge and majestic desert warships immediately surrounded Yue Qing.

But that terrifying power is too powerful.

The ultimate destructive power.

It is not through temperature that causes damage.

Damage is not caused by physical impact.

But simply, destruction.

The purest form of destruction.

Born to destroy on a large scale.

Yue Qing's figure was like a stream of light, moving back and forth among the battleships.

The way.

The space is shattered inch by inch.

Revealing the dark nothingness beneath.

Any hard substance, under this level of destruction, will be like the dirt on the glass, shattering as the space breaks.

This is the most destructive ability, and in war, it is simply a cutting machine.

The top leaders of the Human Alliance are gathering in the central capital at this moment.

They stared at the beggar on the screen.

Hundreds of screens in front of him went off one after another.

Countless powerful battleships were destroyed one after another.

"Who is this and what is his origin!?"

An old general said in shock.

Everyone looked at each other in confusion.

No one has seen him.

Yue Qing cut his face, making his face look like an irregular twisted mass of flesh, ugly and terrifying.

No one would associate him with the once high-spirited young master of the Yue family who should have died long ago.

He laughed wildly and attacked wildly.

Smiling with tears.

At that time, he saw Ning Jue leading a group of people at the entrance of a tavern in a base.

At that time, he was extremely shocked.

He turned into a beggar and hid for many years, never expecting to see Ning Jue again.

Then he followed him all the way.

Finally, we came to Xiangyang.

He always wanted revenge.

The moment the Human Alliance attacks Xiangyang, it is obviously the best opportunity.

Now, he did it.

In an instant, countless people can be slaughtered.

However, Yue Qing never felt happy or at ease.

Because these soldiers are basically mass-copied clones, born to go to the battlefield and die.

It's like a machine.

What he really wants is to kill the culprit of all this.

boom!

Suddenly.

A terrifying aura appeared behind Yue Qing.

a man.

Zhao Ting.

His hand gently rested on Yue Qing's shoulder.

At this moment, Yue Qing suddenly looked back.

My heart skipped a beat.

He has never felt like this since he obtained S-level powers.

This is the feeling of approaching death.

Zhao Ting's special ability is instant death.

This is a terrifying force that even Ning Jue cannot stop.

Yue Qing suddenly smashed the space and stepped out.

He left Zhao Ting's location.

Then, he appeared 50 meters in front of Zhao Ting.

Click click click.

The crack in space enveloped him like water.

Yue Qing spoke to Zhao Ting through the dark space debris.

Under this protection, Zhao Ting cannot see his appearance, and it should be difficult for him to use his powers.

Once Yue Qing feels bad, he will immediately break the space and escape.

Zhao Ting stared at him, eyes narrowed slightly.

"The cracks in space cannot block my abilities."

Zhao Ting said.

His eyes were full of calmness, and he did not take Yue Qing seriously at all.

His strength now is too terrifying.

Zhao Ting has more than 10 superpowers.

Not dozens.

But there are 127 kinds of abilities.

Including time, space, natural elements, physical rules, and various abilities.

He has a way to solve any situation he encounters.

It can be said that now he is the god of this world.

But Ning Jue's presence has always made him sleepy and uneasy.

Ning Jue's ability to copy superpowers made him always feel that his abilities were not perfect.

Because he can't copy abilities as he wishes.

He longed for Ning Jue's power.

That is a stronger copying power than Yang Yizhen.

So he had to kill Ning Jue and get his body.

Yue Qing's face was cold as he stared at Zhao Ting.

"You and I have no conflict of interest. You can kill Ning Jue."

He said slowly.

"You and I are both cautious people."

"Even if you are sure to kill me, I suggest you not to take the risk."

"You don't know whether I have the ability to trade with you."

Yue Qing said.

Zhao Ting smiled slightly when he heard this.

He has the ability to read minds. He knows the details of Yue Qing's supernatural powers and has already seen through them completely. He also knows Yue Qing's identity.

But he didn't expose it, but looked at Yue Qing.

"I have only one request."

"Tell me who destroyed the Yue family."

As soon as he said this, Zhao Ting narrowed his eyes slightly.

He also coveted Yue Qing's superpowers. Such large-scale destructive methods were very rare.

Even the mutant abilities of S-class behemoths are rarely so destructive.

Zhao Ting and Yue Qing have no grudge, and they are not fighting to the death.

Even though Yue Qing had just killed so many soldiers, Zhao Ting was not disturbed at all.

These other people, soldiers, and alliances are all meaningless to Zhao Ting now.

He slowly uttered a few words.

"Wang Xu, Roosevelt, Yang Zhen..."

Zhao Ting spit out several names.

Yue Qing wrote them down one by one.

Then, he shattered the space and escaped with one blow.

Zhao Ting watched him leave.

In his eyes, Yue Qing's abilities were already his.

Inside Xiangyang City.

Among the ruins.

Ning Jue was lying on the ground, bleeding from all her orifices, and her heartbeat was getting weaker and weaker.

His eyes were still open, but they were beginning to blur.

I'm afraid that in a few more breaths, he will be completely dead.

Chu Sanhan stared at this scene, his face turned ashen, and he sat slumped on the ground.

He beat his chest frantically, and finally punched the hard ground with both fists until his flesh and blood became bloody.

He hated why he was so weak.

Wu Yang was bleeding from the corner of his mouth. He was the fastest practitioner among the refugees, but he was still a boy of thirteen or fourteen. No matter how talented he was in martial arts, it would be difficult for him to display it.

Without time, talent cannot be fully utilized.

He stared at this scene with painful eyes.

Ning Jue saved him, and Li Hanguang saved him.

But he couldn't make any difference, and he hated himself.

Everyone was desperate.

"he died……"

Zhang Zhong watched Ning Jue's heart stop beating and his pupils gradually dilated.

This top master of traditional Chinese medicine sentenced him to death.

At this time, Ning Xia, who was sitting next to Ning Jue, slowly raised her head.

She looked at Chu Sanhan and smiled sadly.

"Three disasters..."

"Don't blame yourself, human power is limited after all."

Although Ning Xia is less than a year older than Chu Sanban, she is still much more mature mentally.

During this period of time, she had seen Chu Sanhan's struggle and knew that he hated himself for being weak.

"Let go of your obsession and live well."

Ning Xia knew that Chu Sanhan would not listen to these suggestions. After all, she had said this many times.

But this time, Chu Sanhan said unexpectedly.

"good."

Then, with tears in his eyes, the young man said.

"I like you."