Translator: Deathblade
Editor: Chesire Phoenix
âDevastation of the Furious Dragon!â Dragon Floret growled, unleashing a palm move that was like a divine dragon rising out of the sea.
His palm met Yang Qiâs fist, and considering they were both incredibly powerful moves, it was little wonder that the resulting shock wave of godpower devastated the reef around them. The water was shoved away with such force that many of the sea beasts within were ripped to shreds.
SPLAT!
Blood spewed out of Dragon Floretâs mouth as he staggered backward across the shattered remnants of the reef.
On the other hand, Yang Qi was standing right on the surface of the ocean, which had crystallized for acres around him.
âI hit you with my Devastation of the Furious Dragon, boy. And we both wasted just as much godpower in that interchange. You wonât last much longer!â Dragon Floret was spitting up blood, but he was convinced that there was no way Yang Qi would be able to stand up to his Devastation of the Furious Dragon. It was an attack that involved sending a cyclone of dragonfire into the targetâs godhood, which would ignite it and cause it to drain godpower rapidly.
Yang Qi had indeed spent a lot of godpower in the exchange. And any other expert in his situation would have already lost all of their fighting prowess. But even when Yang Qi was almost completely drained of energy, he could take a few breaths, and the God Legion Seal would draw on the essence of the god world to replenish his godhood.
âYour Devastation of the Furious Dragon is impressive. You definitely deserve to be a Consummate God. And if you werenât injured, I would never be a match for you. But sadly, youâre not going to live through the rest of this day!â
âWhat? You arenât out of godpower?â He could sense that Yang Qi's godhood was rotating at full speed, and could even see a godflower above his head, burning with light and fire as it blessed him constantly.
âInfernal Deity Spear!â
It had been a long time since Yang Qi had used the Infernal Deity Spear, but it felt just as familiar as ever. That spear had accompanied him since his days in the impure lands, but this was his first time using it in the god world.
This time, the spear was corporeal. It was pitch black and surrounded by countless swirling hell vortexes, the might of which revealed the ultimate meaning of death.
In fact, he was currently surrounded by a pulsing death energy.
In the blink of an eye, the area for dozens of kilometers in all directions surrounding Yang Qi became like a pitch-black hell, its space completely locked down as he held the Infernal Deity Spear in his hand, pointed straight up. âYouâre going to die today, Dragon Floret. No matter what.â
âWhat energy art is that?â Dragon Floret asked.
âThe Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth,â Yang Qi replied. âConsidering youâre about to die, I donât mind telling you.â
âThe Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth?!â Dragon Floret said, his jaw dropping and his eyes nearly popping out of his skull. âBut thatâs....â
Yang Qi didnât give him a chance to finish speaking. His spear became a black streak of deathly light that pierced through everything, surrounded by the screams and wails of infernal deities from hell.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
âDie!â Yang Qi said, and before anything else could happen, the spear was at Dragon Floretâs throat.
Dragon Floret was shaken to the core, but in that moment of deadly crisis, he achieved a sudden state of peace and calm. Reaching out with fingers splayed like the claw of a dragon grasping at a chiliocosm of worlds, he said, âPower to Smash a Chiliocosm!â
A move designed to claw at a chiliocosm of worlds grabbed toward the Infernal Deity Spear.
âDeath Symbols!â Yang Qi swept the Infernal Deity Spear around like a pen, causing numerous strings of text to appear in front of Dragon Floret. This wasnât something from the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth, but rather a result of the Unspoiled Body, pushed to such a high level that no one could possibly defend against it.
The Infernal Deity Spear slipped through Dragon Floretâs grasp, and no matter what he did to try grabbing it again, he failed.
SNICK!
The spear stabbed deeply into Dragon Floretâs shoulder, causing a plume of blood to spray out.
Dragon Floret let out a muffled grunt as he leaped backward, then tried flying up into the sky to escape. He had just received a grievous injury; after all, when gods were hit by the Infernal Deity Spear, they almost always perished. Already, the aura of tribulations and infernal deities was coursing through Dragon Floretâs meridians and blood, heading right into his sea of energy.
Reacting with blinding speed, he pulled out a medicinal pill and popped it into his mouth, then glared at Yang Qi and said, âI refuse to believe that you know the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth.â
âWhether or not you believe doesnât really matter. Youâll die either way.â His spear began to thrum, and although he didnât launch an attack, a vortex formed that seemed to lock down Dragon Floretâs soul. Dragon Floret could sense the immense power involved, and instantly knew that Yang Qiâs next blow would be a killing move.
âYouâre forcing my hand, Yang Qi. If the purrling were here, I might be a bit worried. But I'm not afraid of you. Prepare to see one of Patriarch Devaâs consummate techniques, and my true killing move. Heaven-Deteriorating Earth-Waning Finger!â
All of a sudden, immense power started coursing through Dragon Floret, causing him to vibrate as it converged on his fingertip.
WHACK!
A wild aura surged out of Dragon Floret as he seemed to physically transform into a person that actually resembled Patriarch Deva.
As he pointed his finger out, massive pressure weighed down on everything, causing Yang Qiâs Infernal Deity Spear to crumble.
âThe Heaven-Deteriorating Earth-Waning Finger?â Yang Qi had seen Patriarch Devaâs talisman being used, and knew how amazing the patriarch was. When that talisman had been unleashed, it was something Yang Qi couldnât handle; only the purrling had been able to deal with it.
And although Dragon Floret wasnât unleashing something on the same level as the talisman, Yang Qi knew he couldn't afford to take the attack lightly. Throwing his palms out, he drew on his monarch godhood to use the God Legion Sealâs god-absorbing abilities.
âSage Monarch Grand Magic; Time Immemorial, Everlasting Existence; Invert the River of Time; Transform Ancient to Modern!â
A manifestation of his personal dao appeared behind him, the Sage Monarch Grand Magic, and a fist technique that could strike into the past itself.
WHIZZZ!
The two attacks were like two shooting stars heading toward each other, and when they collided, a crack rang out. Eight holes were punched into Yang Qiâs body by the Heaven-Deteriorating Earth-Waning Finger, even piercing into his sea of energy and revealing his monarch godhood. Another of the holes stabbed right into his sea of consciousness.
Any other person would already be dead.
But not Yang Qi.
Meanwhile, Dragon Floret was hit with the Sage Monarch Grand Magic, which caused his chest to cave in.
Both parties had been badly hurt.
Laughing heartily, Dragon Floret landed on the rubble of the reef. âStill not dead yet? I pierced your sea of consciousness! The Heaven-Deteriorating Earth-Waning Finger is going to wipe out your mind!â
âOh really?â Yang Qi said, rising to his feet, his body rapidly stitching itself together and the God Legion Seal quickly refilling his godpower.
Even if he had been killed, he would have been born again, but in this case, he didn't die, nor had his godhood been damaged.
âYour Heaven-Deteriorating Earth-Waning Finger couldnât even hurt my godhood, and you think I'm going to die from it?â To kill a god, one had to destroy their godhood.
âYour godhood wasnât crushed?â Dragon Floret blurted in surprise. âHow is that possible? My Heaven-Deteriorating Earth-Waning Finger couldnât even damage your godhood? How?â
âSimple. Because I have monarch godhood.â Yang Qi unleashed an energy field that pulsed with the will of a monarch, the kind of godhood that would make all other godhoods kneel in allegiance to it.
âMonarch godhood?â Dragon Floretâs eyes glazed over. However, a moment later, he regained his senses. âI canât believe that someone in the god world has actually formed monarch godhood! You.... Wait! Thereâs something I want to say. We donât need to be enemies! We can work together! Weââ
Swish!
Yang Qi wasn't going to give Dragon Floret any more chances. He knew about the God Legion Seal and Yang Qiâs monarch godhood, which was far too much information. If word spread, it would cause huge problems.
Yang Qi unleashed a bevy of attacks that included aspects of the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth and the Unspoiled Body.
He included King Immortal-Slayerâs techniques, the Seventy-Two Monarchs Energy Art, the buddhist schoolsâ Secret-Ensconcing All-World Anything-Everything Fundamental-Law Magic, the Great Necropolis God Art, the God Tombstone Palms, the Purrfect God Art, and the Sage Monarch Grand Magic.
He unleashed every consummate technique he had, giving Dragon Floret no room to escape.
Seeing that death was approaching, Dragon Floret angrily shouted, âTime to go for broke! Maybe I'm going to die, but Iâll make sure you pay for it!â