Chapter 1835: The Descent of the Gods (Part 1)

This is mine!

This is the sacrifice I earned by killing a hundred thousand of my clansmen and spending countless treasures, and you... you still want to restore your calf? Restore my ass!

Chen Linghuang was having a fit like an epileptic.

This guy before him was simply infuriating, hitting every sore spot, and with just one sentence could make him breathless with rage...

As a bandit and a thief, being so blatant—was he even human?

He nearly ground his teeth to dust and struck out with another palm.

Crack!

The world went pitch black; Chen Linghuang's ultimate move made heaven and earth tremble.

Zhang Xuan dodged again. Seeing his opponent growing fiercer and his own absorption of power becoming difficult, he could no longer hold back his anger. He looked up and said, "God of the heavens, this man has been impersonating me, stealing the power you bestowed, and now he attacks recklessly without restraint, showing no respect for your greatness. He must be severely punished..."

What the hell? Couldn't he just absorb power in peace for a while?

Staying quiet for a moment and feeling the beauty around him—wasn't that a pleasant thing?

Why all this fighting and killing?

And he calls himself a clan emperor—not calm at all. Bad review!

"I'll fuck your mother..."

Seeing that this guy had said what he himself wanted to say, Chen Linghuang staggered, his internal organs seething, on the verge of vomiting blood. Brother, remember your identity—you're a thief... How can a person be so shameless?

Tearing at his hair in fury, Chen Linghuang knew that the more he talked with this guy, the angrier he would get, so he struck again.

This palm contained all his rage, several times more powerful than before. Zhang Xuan tried to dodge but found his body restrained, unable to move.

"I'll go all out!"

Knowing that if he didn't resist, he might be killed on the spot, Zhang Xuan had no choice but to painfully stop absorbing. He twisted his wrist and raised his palm, but before his palm force could surge out, he felt the vortex above him shake violently, like a small boat encountering a turbulent current.

Involuntarily, he stumbled in the air, nearly falling.

The power that Chen Linghuang had attacked with also dissipated with a 'pop' under this aura, vanishing without a trace.

"What's going on?"

Their pupils contracted, and they all looked up toward the direction from which the power came.

Then they saw that the black hole in the sky, which had been continuously emitting restorative power, had become deeper and more ferocious. An arm slowly extended from within.

The turbulent vortex of power just now was precisely emitted by this arm.

"Damn it, there really is a deity..."

Seeing that even a single arm was enough to make him unable to withstand it, and that the opponent's power definitely exceeded the peak of Dripping Blood Rebirth, Zhang Xuan's face darkened. Without daring to waste words, he circulated his true qi and continued absorbing the scattered power around him.

Once this guy came out, there would be no chance to absorb anymore.

Now, his injuries had recovered ninety percent, leaving only his two calves. He had to finish as quickly as possible...

Otherwise, letting him slaughter a hundred thousand people and spend countless treasures on sacrifices... he definitely couldn't and wouldn't do that.

Sizzle sizzle!

The muscles on his calves visibly recovered, and in no time, only his two feet remained.

Seeing that this guy still didn't stop absorbing even when the deity's arm had appeared, Chen Linghuang was truly going crazy.

He had seen people greedy for wealth, but never anyone this greedy...

To be honest, if it weren't for the miscalculation of the treasure's value during the sacrifice, causing the returned power to be more than budgeted, when this guy rushed over and absorbed so wantonly, there wouldn't have been enough power for him to recover from his injuries.

Even so, he had only recovered about eighty percent, still a distance from full recovery.

But the other party... had recovered at least ninety percent!

Knowing that the deity being sacrificed was about to appear, and that if they continued to fight, he might really be crushed to death, Chen Linghuang didn't dare to say more. Gritting his teeth, he also sped up.

"You bandit, these are all mine!"

He had only taken two breaths when he heard an angry shout from across the way, and then saw the figure before him raise a hand and strike out with a palm.

Swish!

Sword qi roared, enveloping him completely.

"You..."

Stopping his absorption, Chen Linghuang swayed, trying to dodge the attack, only to find it was merely a bluff—the power circled in the palm but was not released.

Just scaring him.

Zzzzz!

The other continued absorbing.

"Damn it!"

Trembling with rage, his pores opened wide, and just as he tried to absorb again, he saw the other point a finger, and another surge of sword qi burst forth.

He dodged again... but the other didn't release it.

"This guy doesn't dare to strike either; he's just trying to delay my absorption..."

Now he understood.

The appearance of the deity's arm meant it might descend into the world; no matter how reckless the other was, he wouldn't truly act. The purpose was to disturb his cultivation and monopolize the power bestowed by the sacrifice.

Thinking this, he no longer worried and continued to accelerate the absorption of the scattered power around him. Just as he was absorbing comfortably, his hair suddenly stood on end, and he instinctively dodged to the side.

Pfft!

A chill struck his chest—a sword qi pierced through it. Had he not dodged quickly, his heart might have been pierced.

"Fuck!"

Chen Linghuang was truly going mad.

Just now, the other had acted as if he dared not strike, testing in various ways, but as soon as he started cultivating, he actually thrust out the sword qi?

Aren't you afraid the deity will blame you?

Or do you want to drag me to death with you?

Filled with fury, he wanted to charge over and fight to the death, but then saw the other suddenly stop, neither absorbing power nor attacking, but respectfully clasping his hands toward the hand in the air.

"Great deity, I simply cannot bear to see this impostor impersonating me and absorbing the power you bestow! A thief so blatant—please allow me to slay him. Otherwise, if this is allowed, where will your dignity stand?"

What he spoke was pure, refined Ancient Spirit language.

Even he would need to study long to speak it.

Sssssh!

Hearing this, the deity in the black hole became utterly enraged. The vortex shook again, and then another hand slowly extended, turned over lightly, and struck down at Chen Linghuang.

"Senior..."

His head instantly felt huge; Chen Linghuang nearly fainted on the spot.

This was the deity he had been contacting and making sacrifices to all along, completely different from the spirit deity served by Chen Yonghuang—not the same one. That was why he dared to oppose Chen Yonghuang, unafraid of offending him.

He had offered various treasures and received power nourishment from it...

How could this guy, with just a few words, make it attack him?

Can't you tell that I am the real one?

Trembling with rage, he wanted to expose the other's identity. Turning to look at Zhang Xuan, he saw the youth sitting cross-legged in the air, pores wide open, continuing to absorb the free-floating power.

And his feet, which had previously been only skeletal, now had only ten toes left; the rest had fully recovered.

"Fuck..."

His heart clenched, and Chen Linghuang burst into tears.