Summit of the Old Gods

"Ha... ha..."

On a chaotic battlefield, Wang Hanchuan's chest heaved violently, gasping for air.

As a mighty figure in the Heavenly Realm, his stamina was naturally quite robust. His breathlessness was due to having faced one life-threatening crisis after another.

Fear, dread, terror...

Those divine and evil sculptures, towering at two hundred seventy or eighty meters, were already considered gigantic to the insignificant Human Clan.

The ancient beasts that blotted out the sun on the Divine Mountain, even more so, brought despair.

The sheer difference in size struck directly at the heart, sapping the courage of the Human Clan believers and God Demon minions.

When gods and demons engaged, the Divine and Evil Techniques they wielded struck directly at the flesh!

It truly had the power to crush people!

Even though the offensive wasn't aimed at Wang Hanchuan, the collateral damage was enough to cause him to hover back and forth on the edge of death.

If only he hadn't been devoted to the North Wind, if he had reacted even slightly slower or moved a bit slower, he would've died countless times.

"Whoosh~" Wang Hanchuan was enveloped by storm waves, flying rapidly, trying to distance himself from the battle.

He finally flew out!

But...

Wang Hanchuan suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, his face turning pale as he looked back.

Disciples of the North Wind Sect were exceptionally sensitive to the Wind Element, proving it wasn't his illusion.

A huge goddess statue was truly flying rapidly amid the falling plum blossoms, leaving stunningly beautiful afterimages in the air.

"Gulp." Wang Hanchuan swallowed hard.

He didn't believe he deserved to be hunted by a god, yet the eyes of this divine sculpture seemed truly fixed on him.

Closer, getting closer...

Wang Hanchuan immediately dived diagonally down, with a last glimmer of hope, wishing this god's target was someone else, just accidentally coinciding with his path.

He plummeted desperately, not daring to block the god's way, but a long sword had already struck down.

To be precise, its broadside came crashing down.

"Ah!" Wang Hanchuan cried out in agony.

With a dull thud, he crashed heavily into the sea of fog, waves of air spreading, pushing the dense fog outwards.

Revealing the figure of the tiny Human Clan lying on the ground.

Wang Hanchuan ignored the pain, as in his sight, the massive stone sculpture was already coming down.

"Ahhhhh..." Wang Hanchuan clutched his head, curled up, and cried out in despair.

"Rumbling!!"

Terrified, Wang Hanchuan heard the deafening sound as the stone foot landed beside him, shattering his eardrums.

Leng Xushuang looked coldly, turning towards the distant battleground.

The Divine Mountain of North Wind had already collapsed, with billowing white mist stretching tens of kilometers to the east.

At the edge of the dense fog, Jiang Ruyi held her hand up in the air, though her fingertips were empty. The Xuan Shuang Guard knew she must be supporting the weak Sect Master.

Because beside her, energy continuously surged, piecing together numerous stone sculptures.

Mountain Lord, Black Lotus, Ice Butterfly, War Horn...

One after another, stone sculptures plunged into the fog, presumably under the Sect Master's command to devour respective Divine Souls and seize the Divine Position.

Leng Xushuang leaned down, her massive stone hand gently brushed the sea of fog, revealing the shivering creature within.

She pinched the tiny Human Clan between her fingers, sped towards the battlefield amid scattered plum blossoms.

From afar, she heard the Lady's words: "Why not send more helpers for Nightmare?"

"It could be done, but the opportunity is only once. If too many soldiers are sent, I'm afraid she might regret it," Lu Ran's Simurgh Eyes pierced through the mist, gazing at the northwestern sky.

At this time, Deng Yuxiang blocked the North Wind's path.

Yan Shuangzi flashed into the sky, blocking the North Wind's rear path.

This pair of best friends were previously devout believers under North Wind, having humbly worshipped Lord Beifeng.

The more devout the belief, the deeper the hatred when the lie is exposed!

"Sect Master, Lady." The Xuan Shuang Guard arrived, presenting the tiny figure.

Lu Ran immediately summoned the Fiery Phoenix Patterned Gourd: "Peak Master Wang, if you don't want to die, behave yourself."

Wang Hanchuan trembled, not knowing who was speaking, only feeling a pull.

As Leng Xushuang released her fingers, Wang Hanchuan's figure shrank, finally entering the gourd.

Lu Ran checked the situation within the mist, his eyes suddenly focused: "Ruyi, head to Huangfu Tianjiang's side, retrieve the Night Charm's Divine Soul first."

This was a great treasure, it must be saved for Big Nightmare.

Speaking of which, Huangfu Zhao was truly formidable?

Soloing throughout the conflict, he almost suppressed Night Charm entirely!

Well... after all, he possessed Dual Divine Positions, complete with the Dong Ting-Purple Thunder Demon Peng sect's skills, mercilessly overshadowing Night Charm's prideful speed and aerial combat.

"Whew~"

Jiang Ruyi's phoenix robe fluttered as she flew to the northern side of the Divine Mountain.

By then, Huangfu Tianjiang had already emerged from the mist, still holding a long yet slender blade.

From this, it was clear that the Ran Sect warriors and God Demon forces were qualitatively distinct!

God Demons, upon seeing Origin Energy, desired nothing more than to devour it, eager to monopolize resources, while Ran Sect warriors feared even the slightest contamination of Divine Souls.

"Lady." Huangfu Zhao turned his gaze, presenting the Divine Weapon in his hand, "This is Night Charm's Divine Weapon, sorry, it's somewhat damaged."

The blade exuding chilling light was indeed damaged, but not to the extent of a broken blade or death of its spirit.

With Holy Spirit Energy nourishing it well, it should be repairable.

"Go assist the Wind Emperor." Jiang Ruyi accepted the Night Charm Blade and flew into the mist under Lu Ran's guidance.

Huangfu Zhao took flight, discovering the ancient beasts had vanished.

Instead, there stood a majestic female Martial Monk!

Now, the Divine Mountain had been breached, leaving only the North Wind and Mountain Lord stubbornly resisting.

If Bai Rao continued with the White-Scaled Immortal Heavenly Python, it might affect the Ran Sect's stone sculptures in devouring Divine Souls or accidentally crush them...

Thus, the White-Scaled Immortal Heavenly Python vanished without a trace, reverting to the Feng Rao stone sculpture.

The Bai Rao Evil Sculpture shook again, abruptly changing form.

The previously alluring, long-haired middle-aged woman suddenly transformed into a valiant, short-haired young lady.

From appearance to demeanor, from stance to aura...

A change within a second!

The Feng Rao stone sculpture perfectly embodied the idea of "God Demon duality, two sides of the same coin."

"Roar!!"

The Mountain Lord fought while retreating, each tiger roar shaking all the creatures of heaven and earth.

"Vile beast, stop!"

He Qifeng charged forward boldly, surrounded by golden waves, unafraid of any spiritual output.

Whenever words like powerful and courageous were mentioned, the Mountain Lord, leader of the eight great Heavenly Demons, ought to be a paragon among them.

Paragon?

The Wind Emperor has something to say!

She appeared in the form of three heads and six arms, wielding the Nine-Ringed Golden Zen Staff, the Xuanhuang Stick, and the Emperor's Sword, her feet clad in three thousand Ripple Shoes, forcing the head of the Heavenly Demons to retreat in defeat.

"Roar!" In the midst of his retreat, the Mountain Lord swung his tiger claws fiercely forward.

A golden tiger, pieced together from Divine Power, roared as it charged forward.

Mountain Lord's Divine Technique·The Tiger Descends the Mountain!

"Hiss!" The dragon's roar resounded through the skies.

He Qifeng showed no intention of dodging, directly kicking forward; a golden dragon, also pieced together from Divine Power, roared as it charged forth.

Martial Monk Divine Skill·Cloud-Riding Dragon!

"Boom..."

The dragon and the tiger collided with a thunderous crash, amidst the violent explosion, terrifying golden waves rolled forth.

The Wind Emperor... is truly fierce!

Unfearful, she initiated the Dharma Protector Golden Body just before charging into the explosion waves.

When a goldenly radiant female martial monk emerged from the explosion waves, man and tiger locked eyes.

The Mountain Lord was enraged, while He Qifeng slightly furrowed his brow.

For in the far distance, a streak of purple lightning streaked across the battlefield, speeding towards them.

"Zz~ Zz~"

In the one-on-one showdown of a First-class God Monk versus the leader of the Eight Demons, one of the newly appointed Four Martial Heroes, somewhat recklessly, came intervening.

The Mountain Lord instinctively dodged, leaping away.

The scene was akin to a cat suddenly discovering a cucumber behind it...

Leaping into flight!

Allowing the purple lightning to pass beneath its belly.

The Mountain Lord has three treasures!

Earth Escape Technique, Mountain Moving Strength, Divine Body.

On the Heavenly Realm Battlefield, the Mountain Lord had no place to escape, after all, beneath him were thick layers of clouds.

The Mountain Moving Strength, it did not manifest, the enemy's offensive was too fierce, their momentum too strong, the battle between both sides had not yet truly engaged in close combat.

The Divine Body, however, was constantly activated by the Mountain Lord.

This technique, like the Evil Dog Evil Skill·Evil Agility, allowed the Mountain Lord to be extraordinarily agile and incredibly swift, control over its body had reached the pinnacle.

Huangfu Zhao was so fast but still got evaded by it, enough to imagine how intense this technique was.

Precisely because the Mountain Lord possessed multiple highly functional Divine Techniques, Lu Ran had kept the Mountain Lord Stone Sculpture in the garden for his own use, not handing it over to Yin Yan.

Currently, Lu Ran's Mountain Lord Stone Sculpture was devouring the Divine Soul of the Evil God·Yinli Tiger.

In the future, it would remain in the Sculpture Garden, providing skills solely for Lu Ran.

"Ha!!"

A sudden loud shout exploded!

The deity of the Mountain Lord, leaping in mid-air, suddenly felt dizzy.

Who exactly was Huangfu Zhao?

The enemy indeed evaded his assault, but the moment he passed beneath the Mountain Lord's belly, he raised his head to unleash a battle roar.

"Ah~!" He Qifeng gave a fierce shout.

Though displeased, this wasn't her solo duel after all.

The Master of Ran Sect required a result; the Fake God·Yin Yan was still awaiting to devour the Mountain Lord's Divine Soul, waiting to obtain the Divine Position.

"Tap~"

He Qifeng's toe gently tapped, three thousand Ripple Shoes radiated golden ripples, assisting her speed, slashing diagonally across the sky.

She split her legs wide, hands wielding a stick from top to bottom, heavily smashing towards the tiger's head, golden light bursting from the stick's tip.

Martial Monk Divine Skill·Golden Wind Shattering!

"Boom!"

Golden energy exploded, fractures appeared on the tiger's head, the tiger's body fell diagonally towards the fog sea below.

He Qifeng stepped mid-air, ripples arose once more.

At the moment she slashed diagonally downward, the Third Rank Divine Weapon·Xuanhuang Stick in her hands suddenly elongated, the tip emanating golden light, once again accurately striking the tiger's head.

The explosion sounds followed.

He Qifeng's Dharma Protector Golden Body flashed and vanished, opened and closed, as she pierced through the explosion waves alone, yet another strike at the tiger's head.

"Crack!!"

The massive tiger head of the Mountain Lord exploded.

Just one moment of dizziness!

Only gave He Qifeng one opportunity, within a very short period, the Mountain Lord was struck thrice with the stick.

Every strike targeted the tiger's head, every stick shattered the golden wind!

"Is it you! Could... could it really be you?!"

Suddenly, an indignant voice came from the northwest sky.

Huangfu Zhao stopped in his tracks, initially watching the Wind Emperor showcase brilliance, now immediately turned to look up at the high sky.

There was still one last battlefield.

Both sides of the battle appeared somewhat bedraggled, North Wind tightly grasped the knife hilt, gazing in utter shock towards the further northwest.

A terrifying tornado connected heaven and earth.

And the cloaked woman who emerged from the tornado, surrounded by a golden-red defense shield, clearly belonged to the Flower Lantern Sect's Divine Skill, and of Divine Grade.

But for now, North Wind couldn't be bothered to search for the disturbing "Flower Lantern".

For the bamboo hat atop the cloaked woman's head was blown off by the storm, her stone-like long hair spread out horizontally, an unseeable beauty.

Even as a dull stone sculpture, it couldn't hide her stunning radiance.

The woman's face, clearly falling into North Wind's eyes, awakening a memory deep within his heart...

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