"Go get them!"

“Beat him!”

On a platform, hundreds of people were gathered, screaming and cheering. There were dozens of cars around the crowd. Most of them were super cars revving their engines for the crowd.

Everyone, however, was focused on where two cars were about to race.

One was a bright red Ferrari 488, which cost more than four million yuan. While the other was a cheap Ford Mustang, which cost five hundred thousand. The two cars standing next to each other formed a stark contrast.

This was a showdown between the new young master of the Shang Jing, Liu Feng, and one of the first four young masters, Zhang Han.

Zhang Han leaned on his car. His clothes were sloppy, and his hair was long. When he lowered his head, his eyes were covered with his bangs. No one could see his closed eyes, and despite the cut on the lower half of his face, one could still see that he was handsome. Yet Young Master Zhang seemed depressed.

As for Liu Feng, he was orbited by the people as if he were the sun. He looked like he knew the entire world was at his feet.

"Let's go to see the ever-superior Young Master Zhang."

Liu Feng waved his hand and led the way with a cold smirk.

"Young Master Zhang?"

Walking up to him, Liu Feng saw that Zhang Han did not react, so he asked in a weird tone: "What's wrong? Are you high? The usually insufferably arrogant Young Master Zhang is now in dire straits. Tsk tsk. The competition is about to begin! Why are you still pretending to be unfriendly, my Young Master Zhang! "

The moment he opened his mouth, the lackeys beside him who wanted to show off all chimed in:

"Look at his clothes! I think he's just a poor beggar!"

"No, I don't think he's good enough to ask for food. He’s probably living off pig food."

“Ha ha! What a loser!"

Beside the Mustang stood a fat, bespectacled man holding the hand of a little three or four year old girl.

Other than her messy hair, she was perfect. The little girl's clear and large eyes filled with tears as she heard the crowd berating Zhang Han.

At that moment Zhang Han opened his eyes. There was a blank look on his face. Seeing all the people mocking and ridiculing him, his eyes were filled with a look of contempt.

"You ants dare to bark at me?"

The entire audience went silent for a moment, but the next moment, the mocking laughter filled the air.

"Zhang Han, I think you are fucking crazy!"

"I'm afraid he turned into a fool."

"Ha ha ha! What a loser!"

Everyone started to mock him again.

As Zhang Han saw this scene unfold in front of him, his mind started to race:

"Isn't this when I was racing against Liu Feng on Mount Lang Xing in 2009?"

"Why am I here?"

"Am I undergoing a heavenly tribulation?"

"Could it be... I'm back?"

"Was I reborn by the divine thunder over the sky of the heavenly tribulation?"

Zhang Han's eyes flashed with a trace of shock.

In Zhang Han's memories, five years ago, the Zhang Family was one of eight great families of the Shang Jing. Zhang Han's father was the patriarch at the time, so Zhang Han was not afraid of anything in the heavens or the earth. However, when his family traveled by plane, their plane crashed. His parents and sister died. His uncle Zhang Ming was appointed as the owner, but he could not stop Zhang family from falling.

Zhang Han grew suspicious and started to investigate Zhang Ming, who always hated his father. But when it was discovered that he was investigating his uncle there was a great outrage. The fact that Zhang Han had offended many people during his life didn’t help and he was kicked out of the Zhang family.

Five years passed and Zhang Han refused to leave since he wanted to investigate his father’s death thoroughly. His days were tough, but he persisted… until the incident in Mount Lang Xing.

He remembered that back then while racing on Mount Lang Xing, he had sustained heavy injuries and lost both arms. He barely survived for five years. It was hell, until he decided to jump off a cliff. He had hoped to end his misery.

He didn't expect to enter the divine world.

When he began to practice, Zhang Han immediately awakened his innate divine ability — Treasure-sniffing nose.

Relying on this ability, Zhang Han methodically piled up his power using various kinds of treasures in the span of five hundred years.

But who would have thought that when undertaking the heavenly tribulation, he would be too weak to withstand a single blow due to his unstable foundation?

Zhang Han's expression turned lonely.

Before his relatives died, he was far too insolent. He had caused his father a lot of trouble, and he even said a lot of things that made his mother sad.

Although Zhang Han had been rebellious back then, the love he had for his parents was second to none.

During the next five hundred years, as he accrued his power, Zhang Han would always think of one sentence:

The tree may want peace but the wind does not stop; the child wants to be fed but its parents are dead.

"Zhang Han!"

A sharp voice interrupted Zhang Han's thoughts. Raising his head, he saw Liu Feng glaring at him.

"Five years ago, you chased me out of Shang Jing City! Five years later, I, the Los Angeles Car King Liu Feng, have returned, powerful and ready to crush my foes. Meanwhile you, Zhang Han, will be worse off than a pig or a dog! Remember, I, Liu Feng, will force you, Zhang Han, to leave Shang Jing City today!"

"Oh, so powerful?" Zhang Han asked in shock and rejected. "Then I won't compete."

The muscles on Liu Feng face trembled. He felt as if a fist had struck his stomach.

"Zhang Han! I'm putting up a little bonus for this contest." Liu Feng shook the Ferrari key in his hand, and said: "If you win, this car is yours."

"Then I will find it hard to refuse." Zhang Han said with a smile.

"Heh."

Liu Feng sneered, he raised his hand and yelled: "Set up the screen!"

With that, the people behind him set up several television screens. At the same time, drones rose up from various parts of Mount Lang Xing. On the screen, one by one, the drones returned, showing the entire Mount Lang Xing within.

"Get ready!"

Liu Feng secretly nodded to the fat man who was sitting behind the Ford Mustang and sat on the Ferrari.

However, just as Zhang Han was about to enter the Ford Mustang, a timid and childish voice came from behind:

"Daddy, come on! Beat the bad guys."

Zhang Han was startled, he turned his head and saw the little princess standing beside the fat man’s feet.

"Why would such a cute girl randomly call someone 'dad'?"

Zhang Han laughed and shook his head.

"Older brother Han, you will definitely win!" The fat man clenched his fists towards Zhang Han, and showed an encouraging expression.

"With your blessings, your car will bring me luck." Zhang Han got in the Mustang.

A tall beauty wearing a bikini walked to the front of the two cars with two small flags in her hands and raised them high.

"Get ready!"

The engines of the two cars roared up at the same time.

Inside the Ferrari, Liu Feng's mouth formed a proud smile.

The fat man behind him also revealed a smile.

At his feet, the adorable princess's eyes were filled with fear and worry. Tears welled up in her eyes.

And Zhang Han who was inside the Mustang saw everyone’s expressions.

"You're colluding to harm me?

"Unfortunately, I am not the man you thought I was.

"Even if I don't have all my divine powers right now… how dare you ants provoke me?"