Chapter 022: Death

The golden man's eyes were tightly shut, and there was no obvious rise and fall in his chest. Wang Bo also heard no sound of blood flowing or a heartbeat.

Moreover, the golden man's body did not radiate vitality; instead, it was utterly still.

From a human perspective, this was a textbook corpse.

But as Wang Bo stepped closer to the throne, the golden man on the throne opened his eyes, staring at Wang Bo with a deep, dark gaze. It was a look of cold indifference, as if nothing in the world mattered.

It was a gaze that transcended human imagination.

An ordinary person could see in those eyes unbelievable scenes of life, reincarnation, desire, and more.

And then they would gradually sink into that gaze, ultimately dying.

This was not a gaze meant for human eyes.

But Wang Bo paid it no mind, meeting the gaze of its owner. The golden man was silent for a moment, then let out a soft sigh that echoed through the empty hall, sending chills down one's spine.

"Why do you disturb my slumber?" A voice like metal and stone came from the golden man's mouth.

Wang Bo said, "I'm sorry, this was just an accident."

But the golden man was unwilling to listen to Wang Bo's explanation, saying indifferently, "Since you have disturbed my slumber, as punishment, sink into slumber with me."

Hearing this, Wang Bo felt a wave of drowsiness wash over him. His eyelids felt as heavy as a mountain, and he involuntarily closed his eyes.

At the same time, a stone coffin on one side opened, sucked Wang Bo in, and slowly closed.

The golden man closed his eyes and continued his slumber. The hall returned to silence.

Bang!

Suddenly, a cracking sound came from the hall. The golden man's eyes snapped open, and he turned to look.

The surface of the stone coffin that had swallowed Wang Bo was pierced by a fist. The coffin shook slightly, then exploded with a bang, shattering into pieces. Wang Bo strode out from within.

"I said it was a misunderstanding. Don't you understand human speech?"

He had only wanted to explain himself, but he never expected the golden man to ambush him. If he hadn't had some strength, he would have been done for today.

Wang Bo, emerging from the stone coffin, was burning with rage. Solar fire burst from his pores, and he shot toward the golden man like a blazing sun.

The golden man raised his right hand, meeting Wang Bo in a simple collision.

Boom!

A thunderous explosion echoed through the hall. Terrifying shockwaves spread wildly, slamming into the walls, causing the entire hall to tremble slightly under the force.

The golden man's right hand cracked slightly, and golden blood flowed from the wound.

But the next second, the golden blood flowed back into the wound, which healed instantly.

Wang Bo, on the other hand, flew back like a cannonball, crashing into the wall. Though uninjured, his whole body ached, and he was in a sorry state.

When he had thrown that punch, he felt as if he wasn't attacking the golden man but the entire pyramid, and the pyramid's power converged to counter his fist.

The force he had struck was returned tenfold, leaving him in such a mess.

"Interesting." Wang Bo now understood that the golden man could harness the power of the entire pyramid against him, and this pyramid was no ordinary temple—it was a divine artifact.

Only thus could the golden man contend with Wang Bo.

Because Wang Bo had already noticed that although the golden man was powerful, he was not a true god.

He was a demigod.

Only by mobilizing the power of the entire pyramid could he match Wang Bo.

The golden man looked at Wang Bo expressionlessly and said, "I say, you have offended the gods, and you shall suffer the punishment of being torn limb from limb."

Crack...

With a tearing sound, a gash opened on Wang Bo's skin, and blood flowed. A powerful force erupted from within, seemingly trying to tear his body apart.

At the same time, the solar true qi inside Wang Bo surged, striking out in all directions to annihilate that powerful force.

But the golden man did not stop there. He continued, "You have shown no reverence for the gods, and you shall suffer the punishment of having your heart pierced and your bones scraped."

Instantly, Wang Bo's bones split one by one, and his heart felt as if it were cracking, subjecting him to endless agony.

The power of the temple was beyond Wang Bo's imagination.

Wang Bo could now be certain that this pyramid must have come from a world of very high rank; otherwise, it wouldn't possess such immense power, causing him so much trouble.

Enduring the excruciating pain, Wang Bo opened his mouth and spat out a sword qi.

The sword qi transformed into a long dragon, charging at the golden man. The golden man lightly raised his hand and tapped his golden throne, producing a crisp sound that echoed through the void.

Wang Bo's sword-dragon instantly collapsed, shattering inch by inch and vanishing without a trace.

But the next second, Wang Bo elevated his small universe to the peak of the Seventh Sense, completely erasing the force within him, and threw a punch.

Light-speed punch!

Yet a hint of mockery appeared in the golden man's eyes. Before Wang Bo could react, the light-speed punch curved around and struck Wang Bo himself.

Wang Bo was sent flying by his own fist, crashing to the ground with a thud.

The golden man said calmly, "You have offended the gods, and today you must die to atone."

The next second, Wang Bo's breath ceased, and he was completely dead.

The golden man beckoned, and a stone coffin flew over, intending to place Wang Bo inside.

But as the coffin flew over, Wang Bo simply raised his hand and punched it to pieces.

The golden man's eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Wang Bo.

"You've come back to life."

He had not expected that this fellow possessed a secret technique for resurrection.

Wang Bo twisted his neck and said, "I didn't expect to be killed again today either."

Ever since his strength had grown, few could kill Wang Bo. Even facing the Tathagata Buddha, if Wang Bo was determined to leave, the other might not be able to stop him. He never thought he would be killed by a demigod today.

Though the opponent's own strength was negligible, it was all thanks to this pyramid artifact.

Could this thing have been forged by many gods working together?

Only such an artifact blessed by many gods could suppress Wang Bo, even kill him. A single deity, no matter how powerful, might not be able to kill Wang Bo.

The golden man calmed down and said, "Though you have revived, your sins cannot be erased..."

Even if the other knew resurrection techniques, it was just a bit more trouble—he would just kill him a few more times.