The Ultimate Divine Class

"@￥%.....!"

The Tyrant King loudly recited the final prayer, then threw his head back and roared, his face revealing deep fanaticism and piety.

He interlaced his hands, fiercely scratching his chest with his fingers.

"RIP!"

The skin and flesh on his chest peeled back, and a large amount of thick blood flowed out.

Having done all this, the Tyrant King calmly rose, staring at Lu Yuan with an inexplicably triumphant expression, and sneered, "The great 'God of Martial Combat and Hunting' will unleash the spear of judgment to punish you, disrespecter of the Martial Rites! You, wait for death!"

"Oh, is that so?"

Lu Yuan squinted and looked up at the giant black goat statue above his head. He could clearly feel the rise and convergence of the mysterious will contained within it.

But the strange thing was, this will didn't bring him any hostility. Instead, it brought deeper scrutiny, acceptance, and...appreciation?

Even Lu Yuan found this feeling somewhat incredible.

"Although... I don't quite agree with your views. However..."

Lu Yuan pondered for a moment, calmly looking at the ferocious Tyrant King before him, and said softly, "Just to be safe, let's do it this way."

After he finished speaking, Lu Yuan raised his hand and gently snapped his fingers.

"SNAP!"

In his three-stage ultimate form, Lu Yuan's snap instantly blasted the air, creating a distinct white shockwave.

As he snapped his fingers, the very next second...

"BOOM!"

A deafening explosion suddenly erupted.

The dome of this underground space trembled violently, and large chunks of earth and rock rained down from the towering ceiling.

"CRACK! CRACKLE!"

Large fissures spread across the dome, and then...

With another loud "BOOM!", a huge gap violently tore open in the ceiling of the vast underground chamber.

Bright daylight streamed in from outside.

Following that, a massive silver-gray Fly Shuttle slowly emerged through the gap.

From the Fly Shuttle, hundreds of Yellow Bear Members, clad in black protective suits and armed with advanced firearms, began to descend like dumplings.

In just a few breaths, they had completely surrounded the top of the pyramid.

Countless dark gun muzzles aimed at the Tyrant King, and the dense web of infrared targeting dots painted his sneering face a mottled crimson.

From the massive silver-gray Fly Shuttle, a gigantic silver cannon barrel, as thick as several water vats, smoothly extended.

It aimed directly at the head of the giant black goat statue on the dome.

In an instant, the entire underground space plunged into deathly silence.

The Tyrant King's ferocious and triumphant expression froze on his face. His eyes glazed over, and he stood motionless, as if a computer had crashed.

"My Lord!"

A middle-aged man in combat attire, bearing a red bear emblem on his left chest and exuding a cold, powerful aura, took two steps forward. Approaching Lu Yuan and holding a neatly folded black garment in both hands, he respectfully bowed his head and asked, "Please give your next instructions."

"No rush."

Lu Yuan casually waved his hand.

He looked up, squinting as he studied the giant goat statue intently for a moment.

Then, his gaze fell back upon the Tyrant King, and he said lightly, "Let's see him continue his performance."

"Yes."

The middle-aged Red Bear nodded, maintaining his posture of holding the garment with both hands, standing ramrod straight.

His attention, however, was highly focused overhead, as if ready to give the Fly Shuttle the order to fire at any moment.

"Ghh... ghh... ghh..."

The Tyrant King sounded as if something were stuck in his throat; he couldn't utter a single syllable.

After a brief daze, he suddenly snapped back to his senses.

A look of vicious resolve flashed across his face, as if he had made a terrible decision.

He violently tore at his own chest with both hands.

This time, it wasn't just skin and flesh; he ripped his entire chest open, revealing his fresh, vividly pulsating internal organs.

"@#!"

The Tyrant King roared, his voice nearly hoarse, his strength almost exhausted.

Instantly, a blinding silver light bloomed from the mouth of the goat statue hanging from the dome.

Seeing this silver gleam, the Tyrant King's savage, twisted face lit up with ecstatic joy, like a drowning man spotting a nearby piece of driftwood.

"Hahaha, the Silver Judgment! You're finished! You're dead meat! So what if you have numbers? No one can save you now! Hahaha..."

The silver light grew brighter, and the expressions of all the Yellow Bear Members present became tense. The Red Bear, still holding the garment, looked grave, his lips moving as if he wanted to speak.

But Lu Yuan stopped him with a raised hand.

Lu Yuan stared intently at the blooming silver light, the gleam in his own eyes growing increasingly intense.

Finally, as that silver light reached its peak, and the unholy joy on the Tyrant King's face also reached its zenith...

A bolt of silver lightning spat from the colossal goat statue's mouth, striking fiercely down at Lu Yuan.

"KRAKOOM!"

......

When all light vanished and everyone's vision returned, a scene unfolded before countless eyes—

Lu Yuan, over two meters tall with long hair cascading to his waist, stood tall and straight. Imprinted on his back was a huge, demonic, blood-red lotus eye.

His right hand was raised high above his head.

Between his fingers, he tightly gripped a long spear, silver-white in color and ancient in design.

An inexplicable aura flowed between him and the spear, radiating outwards and filling everyone present with a profound sense of awe, compelling them to kneel in worship.

A figure suddenly stumbled up from beneath the pyramid, rushing towards Lu Yuan.

Upon reaching him, the figure fell to his knees with a "THUD!"

It was the gaunt man in the silver sheep mask who had previously served by the Tyrant King's side.

His entire body trembled, and beneath the mask, his eyes shone with intense fanaticism and awe.

He kowtowed to Lu Yuan and cried out in a quavering voice, "Praise be... to Lord Sil... Silver Spearman!"

The expression on the Tyrant King's face completely froze. His vacant eyes reflected the image of Lu Yuan holding the silver spear.

His spirit, essence, and vitality seemed to be utterly drained in an instant.

"SLUMP."

He collapsed limply to the ground.

All the Yellow Bear Members were also lost in profound shock.

The middle-aged Red Bear closest to Lu Yuan cautiously took two steps forward and softly called, "My Lord..."

Lu Yuan emerged from the wondrous state he was in.

He slowly lowered the arm holding the silver spear.

His entire body began to shrink rapidly. In less than a second, he reverted from his terrifying, demon-like form of over two meters tall back to his original fair and handsome appearance.

"SWISH!"

Lu Yuan casually took the garment from the middle-aged Red Bear's hands.

It was a wide, black cloak.

He draped it casually over his shoulders.

The middle-aged Red Bear, slightly bowed, pointed to the nearby Tyrant King and the still kowtowing silver-masked man, respectfully asking, "How should these two be handled?"

Lu Yuan gave them a cursory glance, replying casually with a hint of listlessness, "Ignore that one. As for the other... take him to the research team for human experimentation."

"Yes."

At this moment, Lu Yuan's mind wasn't on these matters at all.

His full attention was fixed on his profession panel.

A new notification had appeared on it—

[Congratulations, you have unlocked a new profession panel - Spear Holder (Extraordinary)!]