C119 !

The true power of the Flying Thunder God Art lies in its ability to teleport one to a desired location instantly, traversing infinite space with just a thought, once the direction and destination are known.

Zhou Tao, Zhang Liting, and the rest were still processing this when they suddenly found themselves at the base of Phoenix Nest Mountain.

"It's absolutely incredible to be able to teleport with others!" Zhang Liting marveled. "Boss Guangcheng truly is a remarkable being!"

"Now I can boast that Boss Guangcheng once whisked me away in an instant!"

"Boss Guangcheng, do you have a girlfriend? Can I be yours?"

Chatter and admiration filled the air among Zhang Liting's group.

Chen Guo feigned indifference, acting as if he hadn't heard a word.

His gaze settled on Phoenix Nest Mountain.

Phoenix Nest Mountain was a modest hill, surprisingly barren except for a single cave lit by a centrally located stone.

The stone, affixed to a pole, nearly lit up the whole mountain, providing a clear view of the mountain's surface to all.

Monsters roamed the mountain in droves.

"Level 30, Werewolf, fighting capacity: 20,000!"

"Level 35, Witch, fighting capacity: 15,000!"

"Level 29, Dark Human, fighting capacity: 30,000!"

"Level 30, Black Giant Wolf, fighting capacity: 9,000!"

Despite their respectable levels, these monsters' fighting capacities paled in comparison to the demons of the Evil Energy Army.

It wasn't always the case that a higher level meant greater strength. The dark humans, traitors to their own kind who had sided with the monsters, boasted the highest fighting capacity. At level 29, their average was around 30,000, far surpassing the other creatures.

What's more, while the monsters appeared dim-witted, these humans were indistinguishable from ordinary people, save for their menacing expressions.

"This is the Bright Light Stone. That despicable timber wolf stole it!" Chu Xiaohong exclaimed, pointing to the glowing stone atop the pole.

"For us, this place is a veritable dragon's den. Even a well-prepared group could easily meet its end here. That timber wolf is cunning, amassing such a horde of monsters for protection," Zhang Liting observed, assessing the lay of the land.

Chen Guo spoke with a calm resolve, "What does it matter if it's a dragon's lair or a tiger's den? I'm well aware that the mountain harbors tigers, yet I choose to tread towards it! Let's get one thing straight: the monsters' loot and corpses are mine, while all the slaughter points are yours. I won't take a single one! Join my team, and you can rack up some serious slaughter points."

Zhang Liting, puzzled, inquired, "Boss, aren't you interested in the monsters' slaughter points?"

"I've reached level 50; I can no longer accrue slaughter points," Chen Guo explained. "I need Foundation Points to level up now, and slaying ordinary monsters won't yield those."

"That's why I'm not in the running for slaughter points. They're all yours, and we're talking a hefty sum here. In exchange, I claim full ownership of the monsters and their remains. Do you find that fair?"

Chen Guo was formidable, yet he always played fair, a trait that earned him considerable respect from others.

"It's more than fair; it's to our advantage," they agreed. "Even without our help, you could single-handedly wipe out all the monsters on this mountain!"

"Thank you, Boss Guangcheng. You're like a father to me," one team member expressed with gratitude.

"I have no objections. The amount of slaughter points from these monsters is a boon in itself... any spoils of war are just a bonus for me."

There were no dissenting voices among the group.

With or without their presence, Chen Guo could easily clear the mountain of monsters.

By inviting them to join and sharing the slaughter points, while he himself was ineligible to collect any, Chen Guo was essentially bestowing a windfall upon them. They were more than thankful; why would they quibble over not receiving a share of the spoils or the corpses?

Contentment and understanding one's place were virtues. Those who lacked them were unlikely to have survived this long.

"Let's get moving and make it quick!" Chen Guo, ever the epitome of efficiency, boldly led the charge towards Phoenix Nest Mountain.

The rest of the group followed eagerly.

Chu Xiaohong watched, utterly astonished.

"Hey, shouldn't you guys lay low for a bit before going in again? Marching in there so boldly, they'll spot you and swarm you in an attack!" Chu Xiaohong was terrified.

Even the most formidable warriors at their base wouldn't dare confront so many monsters in their lair!

Chen Guo and company, all seven of them, had the audacity to stride towards a horde of monsters. What kind of courage was that?

Chu Xiaohong was on the verge of bolting.

"Little girl, don't be scared. You don't get it—the best stealth is to eliminate any monster that sees you. Then, no monsters can spot you," Chen Guo explained.

"Intruders!"

"Despicable humans!"

"Kill these humans. We can't let them interfere with our master!"

"Kill them and present their bodies to the master. He will surely be pleased!"

As Chen Guo and the rest approached with confidence, the monsters, clearly not blind, quickly detected them. The dark human leader rallied the nearby creatures to besiege Chen Guo and his group.

"Prioritize keeping this young lady safe. Make sure she doesn't get hurt," Chen Guo instructed, "and give me a hand with the fight!"

Then, Chen Guo launched into action.

"Ten Thousand Sword Technique!"

"Myriad Swords Spell!"

"Myriad Swords Spell!"

Using a powerful move against such trivial monsters would be overkill, so Chen Guo opted for the basic Myriad Swords Spell.

A major skill like Divine Fire or Divine Jade Thunder would drain 500 mana points with each use.

Similarly, invoking the Sword God would also cost 500 mana points.

With only 4000 mana points, Chen Guo couldn't afford many uses.

But the Myriad Swords Spell, despite its impressive power, required a mere 20 mana points. With a total of 4000 mana points, Chen Guo could unleash the Myriad Swords Spell 200 times.

In reality, he could cast it even more frequently, as his mana was slowly regenerating, albeit at a heartbreakingly slow pace.

At that moment, Chen Guo's hands were a blur, rapidly forming spells, as he repeated the incantation tirelessly.

The Myriad Swords Spell blanketed the heavens, its infinite sword light effortlessly cleaving through all the monsters before him, as if they were nothing more than dry weeds before a storm.

"You have slain the werewolf and acquired Wolf Leather Gloves x1!"

"You have slain the witch and acquired Witch Stockings x1!"

"You have slain the dark human and acquired Human Whip x1!"

One after another, the kills were displayed on the system's data template. Chen Guo had amassed a hodgepodge of loot, though the majority was hardly worth mentioning.