My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

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Bang!!

Just as Wu Mengde had managed to get halfway up, another bang sounded, and he heavily crashed onto the deck of the Flying Boat.

Wu Mengde's cultivation in Spirit Dao had reached the Eighth Rank Great World Realm, and for someone of his age, achieving such a Cultivation Realm was already quite impressive.

Wu Mengde himself believed that he was doing quite well compared to his peers.

But.

At this moment, when Wu Mengde compared himself to Cheng Guang, he found that there was absolutely no comparison.

Wu Mengde faced Cheng Guang's suppressing kick.

He felt as though the one stepping on his face wasn't Cheng Guang, the Town-Nation Duke's Heir.

It was like a giant elephant with infinite brute strength.

The giant elephant pinned Wu Mengde's body under its feet, leaving him utterly unable to move even the slightest bit.

Thinking of this, Wu Mengde felt his heart filled with humiliation.

"Damn it!! Damn it!!!"

Wu Mengde roared twice, mustering all the strength in his body, with the Power of the Primordial Spirit surging out like a tidal wave.

For Wu Mengde, although his reputation was not as important as his life,

if he did not know Cheng Guang's intentions, and Cheng Guang was still stepping on his face, Wu Mengde would lean towards the belief that Cheng Guang wanted to kill him.

After all, he was, at the very least, the Great Yuan Prince.

If Cheng Guang treated him this way, he would certainly run away later and would most definitely kill Wu Mengde, fearing his revenge, and thus end it all.

Thinking of this, Wu Mengde was filled with immense fear.

Aside from fear for his own future, he was more afraid of falling into the hands of Cheng Guang, the Town-Nation Duke's Heir.

Even if Cheng Guang, the Town-Nation Duke's Heir, wouldn't kill him in the short term,

in the future, who knows what fate he would face.

Therefore.

Wu Mengde started struggling desperately, while cursing loudly at the same time.

Seeing this, Cheng Guang couldn't help but shake his head with a sneer, but he didn't say much else, only pressing Wu Mengde's face down a bit more.

Wu Mengde's face was pressed deep into the deck, and his facial bones made creaking noises under the immense pressure.

"Either shut up or keep it down,"

Cheng Guang said coldly, his gaze fixed intently on Wu Mengde.

It seemed that if Wu Mengde made another peep, Cheng Guang would take action.

Wu Mengde looked at Cheng Guang's cold gaze and shivered involuntarily.

At the same time.

He also realized that the disparity in strength between him and Cheng Guang was simply too great. Even if he exerted all his strength, he might not even be able to make Cheng Guang budge in the slightest.

Even more so,

he did not have the strength to make Cheng Guang's breathing become even slightly more rapid.

This realization chilled Wu Mengde's heart more than the coldest snowfall in December.

Cheng Guang's gaze moved away from Wu Mengde's face and settled on a spot in the empty space beside them, waiting quietly.

Wu Mengde didn't know what Cheng Guang was waiting for.

But he knew.

At this moment, if he made another move and disturbed the Town-Nation Duke's Heir, he would undoubtedly die.

And right now,

the Town-Nation Duke's Heir had not yet killed him.

So even though Wu Mengde felt extremely aggrieved inside, he no longer had any thoughts of resistance.

Cheng Guang, on the side, didn't know what was going through Wu Mengde's mind, nor did he care.

What Cheng Guang cared about at this moment was whether his system task had been completed.

Steping on Wu Mengde's face, he waited quietly for a moment.

After a moment,

Cheng Guang still hadn't heard any system notification that the task was complete.

This made Cheng Guang's eyebrows involuntarily furrow.

What was going on?

He was already stepping on Wu Mengde's face, and the system task wasn't complete?

Could it be that he needed to step for a longer time, or perhaps the system had gotten smarter, and merely stepping on him physically wasn't enough?

Cheng Guang's eyes flickered slightly, preparing to do something, when he heard the sound of something tearing through the air from beneath the Flying Boat.

Cheng Guang looked up.

And then, he saw Wu Ling's figure emerging below the Flying Boat.

Wrapped in the Power of the Primordial Spirit, she flew toward the Flying Boat.

In just a few breaths, she went from a small black dot in the distance to right in front of Cheng Guang.

Wu Ling landed lightly on the deck of the Flying Boat, her eyes slightly lifted as she looked towards Cheng Guang.

After glancing at Cheng Guang,

Wu Ling's gaze quickly shifted to Wu Mengde, who was under Cheng Guang's foot.

"The Great Yuan Prince?"

Wu Ling's eyes revealed surprise.

She hadn't realized that Wu Mengde was also on Cheng Guang's Flying Boat just now.

Once the Great Yuan army retreated, Wu Ling ordered the Great Zhou soldiers to reorganize Hundred Mile City before looking for Cheng Guang.

It was only after she boarded the Flying Boat that she discovered

Wu Mengde was also on Cheng Guang's Flying Boat. Stay connected with My Virtual Library Empire

And...

He was being stepped on by Cheng Guang at this very moment.

Wu Mengde heard Wu Ling's voice but did not respond in any way; he had neither the face nor the strength to respond.

Being stepped on by Cheng Guang in such a manner,

Wu Mengde only wished to delete this memory from his mind and return to Great Yuan as quickly as possible.

Although this defeat meant that the position of Emperor of Great Yuan might not fall to him in the future, as long as he could return, with his strength and influence he could still strive for the throne of Great Yuan—it wasn't impossible.

After all,

he hadn't made any big mistakes.

This defeat of Great Yuan wasn't his fault, but rather because Mr. Zhou was not strong enough.

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