Now at Level 1, Luan was now 60 times stronger than an ordinary man using only Qi. He was even superior to people who normally just ascended to the Second Order since on average they would increase to 51 and at most 55 times stronger than an ordinary man.

Furthermore, he was at the limit of the body, that is, using Qi and the body he would be so strong that he would be able to fight someone from the beginning of the Third Order. Adding to that his armor and sword, he could even manage to kill someone in the middle of the Third Order and fight and survive against someone at the Peak of the Third Order.

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Someone in the Third Order, today, would be easily treated as a 'God'. That's because they would have unimaginable powers and could also ignore a good deal of gravity and float in the sky. It was not for nothing that this cultivator of vengeful souls wanted so much to reach the Third Order that he was willing to sacrifice children, etc. to achieve his goal.

Luan's eyes flashed with blue lightning as he accelerated his speed. He only stopped when he arrived at the edge of the sea and then meditated with a Magic Stone, recovering the lost Qi.

Luan's extra sensory perception was now unfathomable. He was able to sense the presence of everyone who lived on the ghost island.

Creating clouds again, Luan flew towards the ghost island. The speed was even faster than a bullet train. When he arrived at the island, he landed and started walking. He already noticed that he was detected, so there was no reason for him to hide and make a surprise attack.

Luan's sense of danger vibrated, and he dodged to the left. Something scraped past his shoulder. He turned to see that the bullet that barely hit him pierced a tree ten meters away.

7 heavily armed men came out from behind trees as they aimed their weapons at Luan. They were none other than the subordinates of the island's leader. The person who had shot was Jefferson Miller.

Suddenly, a black figure shot towards him.

"You're dead!" A furious silver blade howled as the man pushed a knife forward.

Luan reached forward with the intention of taking the knife.

"Idiot." The men present swore with a smile, seeing how stupid Luan was, trying to hold a knife of the Second Order with his hand.

But what they saw next caused everyone's jaws to drop to the floor. Luan held the knife between his fingers so easily that the man who attacked couldn't move either forward or back. He had to abandon the knife since a punch enwrapped with Qi was going in the direction of his stomach.

"Shoot, shoot!" their boss ordered.

The man who also backed away, leaving the knife with Luan, pulled a machine gun that had a strap around his shoulder and shot him.

"It became a sieve," the chief laughed coldly.

"How can he be okay?" When they stopped shooting, they saw Luan unharmed, without any scratch.

One of the armed men couldn't help but interrupt. "He was just lucky-"

The chief immediately silenced him with a stare.

"Who are you, and why are you here?" The chief asked as he stared at Luan.

"White Dragon," Luan replied and started walking towards them.

"Stop!" the chief shouted, holding a submachine gun. "What I want to know is not how you name yourself, but rather, why did you come here?"

Suddenly, Luan used and then a bluish energy enveloped his feet, reaching easily in front of one of the men and slamming the unsuspecting young man in the chest, making him fly back in shock. Luan grabbed his machine gun in the air.

The young man fell heavily on the ground and clutched his chest in terror as he vomited blood and crawled with all his strength away.

"Damn, how did he manage to do any damage, since I'm wearing armor?" The man was incredulous.

The chief and the other men were also in shock. The strength that Luan showed and the speed was superior to any ordinary person.

"Keep shooting! I do not believe that he is immortal!" the chief shouted.

The group of heavily armed men continued to shoot in Luan's direction without stopping. The weapon Luan took from the young man was broken in half, looking like a toy gun.

"Get out, you are no match for him!" An authoritative voice echoed from behind the trees and a tall figure holding two large 150 cm axes appeared. He was 221 cm tall and very muscular, with veins coming out of his arms and forehead and he was bald.

When the men heard this, they stopped shooting, only to see Luan totally intact and with the gun he stole lying on the ground in two parts. It shocked them deeply as they retreated.

"Finish him, Glozia!" the men shouted.

The confidence in their voice was clear. It was possible to believe that this man who just arrived was very strong for them to have so much faith in him.

As he approached, the sound of the man's footsteps echoed. He was not only big, he was also very heavy. His muscles retracted when he attacked towards Luan in sequence with the two axes.

Luan put the sword up and defended himself as if it were nothing. Only the shock waves and the loud sound of metal crashing resonated.

Glazio was forced to retreat, taking several steps back, and looked in shock at Luan. Not only had this man managed to defend himself against gun bullets, but the man even managed to defend himself against his axes and even make him retreat? Who was this masked man?

Luan was no longer on the defensive. Holding the sword with his right hand, he attacked. The man holding the axes quickly tried to defend himself; the metallic sound echoed and Luan's sword continued to push the man. It was then that cracking sounds echoed and Glazio panicked.

*Pracc!*

The axes broke and the sword went down and cut the man's chest.

Glazio stepped back with his hand over the cut on his chest and looked at Luan in fear.

"Die," Luan said coldly and cut off the head of the man who was bowed over a little because of the cut on his chest. Luan's blade cut so fast that it left a trail of green light.

"Run!" the chief shouted.

The men were all now deeply terrified and ran for their lives.

Luan used the again and with beams of green light, he cut off the heads of all the men who ran while dropping their machine guns.

"How dare you kill my men?!" a booming voice echoed. It was difficult to discern whether it was a man or a woman, but it was noticeable that the person had a lot of strength behind them this time, since their voice made the leaves on the trees tremble when they spoke loudly.

Luan did not answer, but rather continued on his way towards the voice. That was when he saw a palace made in a cave, just as he had seen from the memories of Samuel Hamibo.