Genshin Impact: Liyue's Strongest Thousand Rock Army

The battle has come to an end, and the defeat of the scattered soldiers is an indisputable fact. In the past, he was the only one who could kill and mock others, but now he has finally become the one to endure such pain.

He felt extremely unbalanced in his heart and still regarded himself as the supreme god. He believed that these two people were offending the gods and did not even give them a good look.

In fact, no one would be in a good mood if they were captured. Even the most generous person would not be able to greet others with a smile, let alone a scattered soldier.

Nan Zhangsheng understood this, but he had no intention of stopping there. Instead, he raised his eyebrows and said jokingly, "Oh my, why are you so dirty, Lei Dian's kid? It looks like you were beaten so badly that you can't fight back!"

The soldier snorted, his eyes almost popped out, but he still put on an expression that said "I won't bother with you", as if he was still a god in his bones.

Nan Zhangsheng didn't care about all that. He would curse whenever he wanted. As he had the absolute advantage, he had to display his utmost arrogance. Only then would he feel comfortable.

"Oh, this expression, I've always wanted to see this expression of yours, the expression where you're angry and disdainful, but you can't do anything to me, hahaha... it feels so good!

"Don't be silent, you used to be quite talkative. Actually, I prefer your lively side. You look so gloomy and silent now. You don't act like a child at all."

"You know what? Strictly speaking, your mother and I are equals, so even though you are hundreds of years old, you still have to call me Uncle Nan. But I am a big shot and I won't mess with a child, so it's fine if you don't call me that."

Words like these spewed out of Nan Zhangsheng's mouth, endlessly and continuously, as if he could talk for three days and three nights without anyone interrupting him.

Beside him, Su Ping was speechless. He had seen how talkative this guy was, but now it seemed that he had underestimated his willingness to open up and chat more.

Nashida, who had been there the whole time but had said little, looked at the eloquent gentleman with distracted eyes. She was thinking, was there any hidden meaning behind the gentleman's behavior?

"So, Xiao San, we should put aside our prejudices and have a good chat. You see, uncle has been talking for so long, and you haven't refuted a single word. I guess you agree with it, right?"

Nan Zhangsheng became more and more excited as he talked, and even started to touch the boy. He squatted down, patted the boy on the shoulder, and suddenly sighed, "Actually, I don't want to beat you, but I think you are in your rebellious period, and I am afraid that you won't listen to me and won't be able to turn back from your wrong path, so I can only resort to this last resort."

Sanbing was furious. If he didn't say anything, he would really become his uncle. What kind of person is this? Does he have any morals?

Especially, the way she spoke with such emotion, as if she really loved him. Maybe it would be better if there was less smile on her face and less teasing in her eyes?

"You know what?" Nan Zhangsheng came again, still with the same formula, performing his own self-directed and self-acted sad drama, "Although the beating is on your body and it hurts, uncle can't bear it after all, so he asked you, Uncle Ping, to hold back."

This is still showing mercy, is this still the extent of holding back?

Naturally, the scattered soldier could not listen to these truthful words, thinking that they were mockery, and shouted angrily: "Get lost! You are just an insignificant ant, and you dare to be so unscrupulous? Who allowed you to mention her? Who allowed you to mention her?!"

Baalzebub, Lei Diandian, the original identities of Sanbing, and his shameful past, any mention of these would make him more angry than calling himself his uncle.

From just now till now, everything Nan Zhangsheng said basically hit Sanbing's pain points, because he hated that god the most, the god who created him but considered him unqualified and abandoned him.

That... he should have called her mother the god, who was impartial, ruthless, powerful, and never merciful to her enemies, let alone herself.

For hundreds of years, Sanbing's hatred grew day by day. Because of his heart that was forced to be insulated, he was unable to delve into what happened at that time. The blood he saw along the way was from people he had killed with his own hands.

He did all this for revenge. Since the god said he was unqualified, he wanted to become a god, and then rush back in a hurry to destroy everything that the god cherished.

Unfortunately, things never go as planned, and Sanbing encountered the biggest obstacle in his life. The two young men in blue and yellow are now prisoners, with no hope of revenge and the possibility of losing their lives.

"Ahhhhh..." The scattered soldier was unwilling and indignant in his heart. He let out a long hoarse cry, feeling indignant yet sad, but not pitiful. Or rather, he was not worthy of others' pity.

Because, who will mourn for the souls of those who died at his hands, and feel sad for the misfortunes they suffered?

"Originally, using the Heart of Thunder God to achieve the supreme body of God and create invincible power is already a success. If it weren't for you, how could I lose!

I have already crossed the path to becoming a god. All the difficulties and dangers are but a scroll behind me, receding away from me. It is clear that I am already a god, overlooking all living things. When I take action, the whole world trembles, and I can recreate a corner of the war between demons and gods.

Everything, revenge, ascension to godhood, shaping my invincibility, has been destroyed by you. What else do you want to do? Kill me? Just come on..."

The scattered soldiers were furious, but also a little sad. After all, this plan took a long time to prepare, and the materials and effort consumed were countless.

Such a failure was so casual, it was solved by two young men, neither of whom possessed god-level strength, and he did not display his true strength. How could he not feel aggrieved?

Nan Zhangsheng smiled even more happily, put his arms on his legs, smacked his lips and said, "Recreating a corner of the Demon God War, what a good idea. If it was really that easy to fight back then, our ancestors would have suffered fewer casualties."

The words were shocking and full of contempt. It was obvious that he did not think highly of the strength of the scattered soldiers. This was a fact that could not be refuted.

"Hey, you still need to practice more. Your level is just barely good enough. It's not even half as good as your mother's, and not as good as your sister... I'm not scolding you, I'm just stating the facts."

Nan Zhangsheng even gave an explanation, although it sounded pale and powerless, and even more sarcastic and infuriating. Not to mention Sanbing, the two people next to him couldn't stand listening any more.

"*****" Sanbing cursed loudly and severely cursed Nan Zhangsheng's ancestors, including his relatives and friends. He was so exaggerated that he even implicated everyone he saw on the road. Then he couldn't bear to listen.

Nan Zhangsheng exclaimed in surprise, "I don't even know who my real ancestors are, and you still want to find them. You are quite capable. But why don't you shut your mouth? It's really annoying sometimes!"

The soldier was speechless and didn't know what to say. He couldn't scold anyone, and he couldn't find the pain point of the other party. Of course, it could also be that this person had a strong psychological endurance, and beating him would be useless. He was tied up and suppressed, so was he asking for a beating?

In this case, Sanbing had no choice but to keep his mouth shut. After being arrogant for many years, he was finally taught a lesson today. It is hard to say that this is not a good thing.

Nan Zhangsheng clicked his tongue twice, looked at the boy who was silent and had a sour face, and said, "I disciplined you on behalf of your mother. I wonder how she would feel when she finds out?"

"I told you not to mention Baalzebub all the time, didn't you hear me?" Sanbing couldn't stand it at this point. It was useless to say anything. What he hated and was most annoyed with was that god.

Nan Zhangsheng curled his lips, his eyes said it all, he said it was his mother, why did this kid mention Baalzebub, did he specify it just now?

He didn't say anything, but that expression said it all, which made the soldier almost spit out blood, because he was the one who dug his own grave. He actually admitted in a disguised way... his relationship with Baalzebub.

This is intolerable. My uncle can tolerate it, but he, the Sixth Soldier, absolutely cannot tolerate it. It is intolerable and there is no need to tolerate it anymore!

Sanbing opened his mouth and uttered a stream of swear words again, all about Nan Zhangsheng and his mother, whom he had never met. Because during this period of time, the other party kept mentioning mother, and he concluded that the other party attached great importance to the existence of his mother.

This is indeed the case. Nan Zhangsheng really respects his mother. Although he can't help but make jokes on weekdays, he will really stand up when something happens. So in this case, he certainly can't just sit back and watch.

"Alas, I was thinking that when I took out your Black Heart, I would also take out your Heart of God. But you insisted that I be the bad guy. I can't do anything about it."

Nan Zhangsheng spoke slowly, as if he was just chatting, but the threat and chill in his words were just as strong as before, and even more so than when he had deliberately pretended to be a villain, and it came from the bottom of his heart.

Hearing this, Sanbing was stunned. It was not his own thoughts that were frozen, but a force that suppressed him again, making him unable to speak and unable to move at all.

This power comes from the binding beam of light on the scattered soldier's body. It is the result of Nan Zhangsheng's thought, otherwise the beam of light would not change at all.

"Thank you for your help, little grass god."

Nan Zhangsheng himself was not sure about taking out an object of the level of the Heart of God, because that thing was related to the person in heaven, and who knew what kind of trouble it would cause, so it was better for him not to touch it.

As for the Grass God, she already has the heart of a Grass God, and she has encountered it before in the plot, so it shouldn't be a big problem. At most, she'll just need God to pay more attention to her.

Nashida stretched out her little hand, and within a moment, she took out a chess-piece-like object from the body of the scattered soldier. The object was purple in color and glowed with lightning. It was the Heart of the God of Thunder.

Nashida, who has been keeping a low profile since she joined the team, finally showed her decisive side. The process of taking out the heart was, how should I put it, a bit scary.

"It's done. The little Grass God is worthy of being the God of wisdom. He is really reliable!" Nan Zhangsheng smiled, looking handsome and making people feel relaxed and happy.

Nashida shook his head, refusing the credit. "This is just a trivial matter. Mr. Nan really flattered me. Compared to you, I still have a lot to learn."

Su Ping glanced at the man in blue who winked at him, and said, "There is a sequence in learning, and there are specializations in skills. The Grass God has just come out, so it's enough."

Nan Zhangsheng took over the conversation and praised Nashida again, which made her shy. Her little face turned red and she quickly said that she was not good enough.

The two sides were pulling each other, neither willing to give in, and kept pushing the other side, which made Sanbing feel uncomfortable, but he was unable to move or speak now, so he could only hold it in his heart, feeling extremely miserable.