Surrender

"What?!"

This scene instantly shocked the middle-aged man and the group from Sa Star, their faces filled with utter disbelief.

"Th-this..."

After the initial shock, the middle-aged man's body began to tremble, as if he had seen a ghost. He stared at Qin Ning and stammered, "A-are you... are you a man or a ghost?"

After all, on their Sa Star, everyone believed only in science, and the entire planet had been dedicated to advancing technology.

Otherwise, their technology could never have reached such heights.

But now, someone had suddenly displayed a godlike power right before his eyes.

This kind of power clearly fell beyond the scope of scientific explanation.

Wait.

A cultivator?

Hadn't this young man said something about being a cultivator before killing Ba Mie?

How could that be?

On Sa Star, cultivation-themed movies and novels were also very popular.

But those things were all fiction, purely for entertainment.

They had never dared to imagine that one day they would actually encounter a real cultivator.

"What's your name?"

Qin Ning looked at the middle-aged man and asked calmly.

"I... I..."

The middle-aged man's voice trembled. After swallowing hard, he gritted his teeth and said, "My name is Zhang Bifang."

As he spoke, his expression suddenly darkened, and he raised the weapon in his hand.

It was a high-tech device similar to a laser gun.

Qin Ning had already scanned it with his divine sense. Even cultivators at the Core Condensation stage like Lin Tiannan and Elder Wu could be harmed by such weapons.

And the interstellar mothership that Zhang Bifang and his group had arrived in was equipped with the same weapons, but with larger calibers and greater power. If they fired together and focused their energy on a single point, they would have the terrifying power to destroy a planet!

No wonder it had taken the full strength of the entire Wei Star to barely shoot down one of their scout ships.

"Whether you're a cultivator or not, science is the true path. I advise you to surrender. Otherwise, don't blame me for using force!" Zhang Bifang shouted at Qin Ning, his tone harsh.

With a weapon in hand, his confidence naturally swelled.

In Zhang Bifang's view, even if Qin Ning was a cultivator, so what? At most, he could perform some feats beyond normal human capability.

Against the weapon in his hand, Qin Ning would surely be helpless.

However, facing Zhang Bifang's words, Qin Ning remained unmoved, simply staring at him calmly.

"Buzz!"

A cold glint flashed in Zhang Bifang's eyes, and murderous intent erupted. He hesitated no longer and pulled the trigger of his weapon.

In an instant, a blue-white laser beam shot toward Qin Ning like a bullet, but it moved far faster than any bullet. At such close range, even a steel wall as thick as a truck tire would be pierced through.

But what Zhang Bifang could never have imagined was that the laser not only failed to harm Qin Ning, but was actually caught between two of his fingers, frozen in place.

"Th-this... how is this possible?"

He was dumbfounded. The laser was real light—something with no mass at all.

Yet Qin Ning had caught it with just two fingers.

Light has no mass.

But in his hands, it completely defied common sense, as if physics had lost all meaning in his presence.

"Buzz!"

While Zhang Bifang and his men stood shocked, Qin Ning flicked his finger.

The beam of light held between his fingers shot upward like a bullet, streaking toward the sky.

"Boom..."

A thunderous roar echoed in the next moment.

Above, an interstellar mothership was pierced through and exploded instantly.

This sight left not only Zhang Bifang and his group stunned, but even Lin Tiannan and Elder Wu were terrified.

A flick of the finger could destroy a mothership. Such power, across the entire universe, was likely possessed only by Qin Ning.

"Now, you have two choices."

Qin Ning's gaze swept over Zhang Bifang as he continued, "One: submit to me and hand over all of Sa Star's technology."

"Two: die."

"You have ten seconds to decide."

Hearing Qin Ning's words, Zhang Bifang's mind went blank.

Wasn't it his side that was invading this planet?

How had the tables turned so suddenly?

And this young man could no longer be described by the word 'human.'

A cultivator...

Could it be that cultivators truly existed in this world?

Most importantly, his power had completely surpassed any form of technology.

"One..."

"Two..."

"Three..."

As Zhang Bifang reeled in terror, Qin Ning's voice rang in his ears.

"..."

"Seven..."

"Eight..."

"I... I surrender!"

No one could know the immense pressure Zhang Bifang was under at that moment.

He was truly afraid of what Qin Ning would do to Sa Star once the countdown reached ten.

"Come on, take me to meet your supreme commander." Qin Ning said with a faint smile, his tone casual.

The man before him was likely a high-ranking general, not the supreme commander.

With that, he waved his hand and directly lifted Zhang Bifang, Elder Wu, and Lin Tiannan into the air.

Watching his own feet leave the ground as he rose higher into the sky, Zhang Bifang nearly wet himself in panic.

Inside a mothership, the supreme commander, Long Aotian, was already waiting in terror. He had seen everything that happened below on his monitor and knew that Sa Star had provoked a monstrous being.

"L-lord..."

Seeing Qin Ning appear, Long Aotian immediately stepped forward and bowed with the utmost respect. "Long Aotian greets the lord."

Qin Ning gave a slight nod, then turned to Elder Wu and Lin Tiannan. "You two talk things over with him properly. Make sure Sa Star's technology is mastered as quickly as possible. I'll have Elder Zeng send some people from Earth to join the learning process."

"Understood, Master Qin." Elder Wu was practically grinning. Despite the invasion, Wei Star had not suffered much loss, and thanks to Qin Ning, they had gained access to a wealth of advanced knowledge from Sa Star.

After resolving matters on Wei Star, Qin Ning did not linger. He built a teleportation gate from Wei Star to Sa Star, collected a large amount of raw ore that had been mined on Wei Star into his storage space, and finally returned to Earth.

At the training base on the outskirts of the capital, Elder Zeng had not left.

Qin Ning gave him a brief account of what had happened.

Hearing this, Elder Zeng's face lit up with delight. "Excellent! I'll arrange for some personnel to go over immediately and learn from the technology of Sa Star."

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