Battle of the Ascended Gods Exhilarating

"Within the borders of the Great Qian, my rules are the rules!"

Zhao Lin took a step forward.

"Boom!"

The entire ground trembled violently.

The pressure of the Great Circle of the Deity Transformation stage was released without reservation.

The nine Deity Transformation Venerables turned pale simultaneously and couldn't help but take a step back.

Although they were all at the Deity Transformation stage, there was a world of difference between the mid-stage and the Great Circle.

Zhao Lin alone was enough to crush the nine of them combined.

"I'll give you two choices."

Zhao Lin's voice was bone-chillingly cold.

"First, get out now."

"Second, stay and die."

The faces of the nine Deity Transformation Venerables alternated between green and white.

Zhao Lin's words effectively tore away the last shred of dignity within the Great Qian Dynasty.

For years, a delicate balance had been maintained between the four great clans, the five major sects, and the royal family.

On the surface, they submitted, but in reality, each harbored their own ulterior motives.

The royal family had an Almighty Patriarch who was nearing the end of his life holding the fort, so the various factions dared not act rashly.

Meanwhile, the various factions held the foundational strengths of their sects and the inheritances of their clans, so the royal family didn't dare to push too hard either.

But the appearance of Emperor Cangwu's ruins had completely shattered this balance.

The royal family would not allow a Titled Almighty to emerge from the four great clans or the five major sects, and the four great clans and five major sects would absolutely not allow the royal family to have another Emperor.

Jiang Xuan, the patriarch of the Jiang clan, sighed softly.

He knew this battle was unavoidable.

"Zhao Lin."

Jiang Xuan slowly took a step forward, the aura of the late Deity Transformation stage releasing without reservation, his gray Daoist robe fluttering loudly in the spiritual pressure.

"Your royal family has monopolized the destiny of the Great Qian for thousands of years, and now you want to swallow up an ancient ruin all to yourselves. What do you take our four great clans for? Your Zhao family's domestic slaves?"

"The Great Qian's present day is not the credit of your Zhao family alone!"

The patriarchs of the four great clans spoke up one after another.

"That's right!"

"Back then, when the Grand Ancestor founded the nation, he swore a blood oath with our ancestors, agreeing that all treasures in the world would be shared by those who found them!"

"You want to swallow the Emperor's inheritance today; are you trying to tear up the covenant and make enemies of all the factions in the world?"

"Covenant?"

Zhao Lin sneered, his eyes full of contempt. "That was a charity given by the Grand Ancestor to you defeated generals! Now that I am about to break through to the Almighty realm and redefine the order of the Great Qian, what does it matter if I tear up a mere covenant?"

His gaze swept over the nine Deity Transformation experts, his voice as cold as a blade. "I know what you're thinking in your hearts. You're all waiting for our Zhao family's patriarch to pass away, waiting to carve up our Zhao family's empire."

"It's a pity you won't live to see it. As long as I obtain the origin of Emperor Cangwu, I will become an Emperor within ten years!"

"When that time comes, all of you will have to kneel at my feet and beg for mercy!"

"Keep dreaming!"

Shen Cangming shouted sternly, gray energy surging around him. "Even if you are at the Great Circle of Deity Transformation, the nine of us combined might not lose to you! Today, we either divide the treasure according to the old rules, or the fish dies and the net tears!"

"The fish dies and the net tears?"

A cruel smile curled at the corner of Zhao Lin's mouth. "Just you lot? Are you worthy?"

Before his voice had even faded, his figure suddenly vanished from the spot.

There was no warning, no fluctuation of spiritual energy.

In the next second, he had appeared in front of Shen Cangming and threw a punch.

Wrapped around his fist was golden imperial dragon energy. Wherever it passed, the space shattered inch by inch, emitting ear-piercing sonic booms.

"Not good!"

Shen Cangming's expression changed drastically. His hands rapidly formed seals, and a thick, earth-yellow shield instantly condensed in front of him.

"Bang!"

The fist landed on the shield, and the shield shattered instantly like paper.

Shen Cangming grunted and flew backward for hundreds of zhang, spitting a mouthful of fresh blood into the air, which turned into a sky full of blood mist.

"Brother Shen!"

Han Pojun roared in anger, the demonic sword in his hand expanding by three zhang. Black demonic energy soared into the sky, transforming into a ferocious demonic dragon that lunged at Zhao Lin.

"Demon Swallows the Heavens and Earth!"

"Insignificant skills dare to show off before an expert!"

Zhao Lin countered with a backhand palm strike, the golden palm print colliding with the demonic dragon.

"Boom!"

The demonic dragon let out a mournful wail and instantly shattered.

Han Pojun was forced back continuously by the shockwave, the webbing between his thumb and forefinger holding the sword splitting open, fresh blood flowing freely.

"Attack together! Kill him!"

Yang Xuanji shouted loudly, waving the fly whisk in his hand. Countless formation patterns emerged from heaven and earth, forming a massive Eight Trigrams array around Zhao Lin.

"Nine Palaces Heaven Locking Array!"

The formation patterns circulated, forming nine giant chains that tightly bound Zhao Lin's limbs.

At the same time, the other six Deity Transformation experts attacked simultaneously.

Li Wangxian flicked a jade-green lotus flower from his fingertips. The lotus rotated, emitting bone-chilling cold energy, freezing even the air wherever it passed.

Jian Wuchen drew his longsword, slashing out a cyan sword aura that spanned heaven and earth, as if to cleave the entire Azure Cloud Mountain in half.

Master Huoyun ignited a ball of crimson flame in his palm. The flame condensed into a giant firebird that let out a piercing screech as it dove toward Zhao Lin.

Master Zhenyuan activated his formation disk, and countless earth spikes drilled out from the ground, dense like a forest of spears.

Qian Tongshen pulled out a golden abacus. The abacus beads clattered loudly, transforming into countless golden sharp blades that shot toward Zhao Lin.

Jiang Xuan brought his hands together, and a massive palm print descended from the sky with the crushing weight of Mount Tai, slapping fiercely toward the top of Zhao Lin's head.

The nine Deity Transformation experts attacked simultaneously.

Nine different divine abilities, nine different powers, intertwined to form an impenetrable web of attacks.

The wind and clouds reversed in the sky, lightning flashed, and thunder rolled. The entire Azure Cloud Mountain trembled violently.

The Nascent Soul cultivators below were already scared pale, prostrating on the ground without even the courage to look up.

Only then did they understand that battles between Deity Transformation experts were simply not something they could pry into.

A casual shockwave could turn them to ash.

"Well come!"

Zhao Lin laughed loudly, the golden imperial dragon energy on his body surging.

He exerted force suddenly, and the nine formation pattern chains on his body instantly snapped.

Then he threw out both fists, colliding with the sky full of divine abilities.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Deafening explosions sounded continuously, echoing through heaven and earth.

The golden light intertwined with the various colored lights of the divine abilities, illuminating the entire sky of Cangwu Commandery.

This battle was fought until the sky grew dark and the sun and moon lost their light.

Although Zhao Lin was at the Great Circle of Deity Transformation, the nine Deity Transformation experts were no pushovers either.

They were all old monsters who had lived for hundreds of years, with rich combat experience and tacit cooperation.

Han Pojun attacked forcefully from the front, Jiang Xuan restrained him from the side, Yang Xuanji controlled the entire field, Li Wangxian and Jian Wuchen were responsible for ranged attacks, Master Huoyun and Qian Tongshen harassed him, and Shen Cangming and Master Zhenyuan waited for opportunities to sneak attack.

For a time, the two sides actually fought back and forth, making it difficult to determine the victor.

Zhao Lin shattered Master Huoyun's firebird with a punch, but his sleeve was cut by Jian Wuchen's sword aura.

He kicked away Master Zhenyuan's earth spikes, but half his body was frozen by Li Wangxian's ice lotus.

Although he could easily neutralize the attacks every time, the nine Deity Transformation experts clung to him like maggots in his bones, tangling him up so he couldn't break free at all.

"Hmph! Two fists really are no match for four hands."

Qian Sihai hid behind a massive boulder in the distance, watching with his heart pounding in fear.

"But the Patron King is indeed the Patron King. After taking so many hits, he is completely unscathed. If it were me, I would have been beaten into a bloody pulp long ago."

Han Zhentian clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with intense anxiety.

This battle would determine the destiny of the Great Qian Dynasty for the next few decades, perhaps even centuries!

However, he could see that although the two sides appeared to be evenly matched at the moment, Zhao Lin's aura remained perfectly steady, and his spiritual energy seemed absolutely bottomless.

In stark contrast, the nine great Soul Formation experts were already beginning to pant slightly, having consumed a massive amount of their spiritual energy.

If this dragged on, the victor would undoubtedly be Zhao Lin.

Sure enough, the movements of the nine Soul Formation experts noticeably slowed down. Zhao Lin, on the other hand, remained as vigorous as a dragon, his onslaught growing increasingly ferocious.

"Your spiritual energy is almost depleted, isn't it?"

Zhao Lin sneered coldly, slamming a brutal punch right into Jiang Xuan's chest.

Jiang Xuan let out a muffled groan and was sent flying backward, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"If we keep fighting, you will only be worn down to death by this king, one by one. Kneel and surrender now, and I might just spare your miserable dog lives."

The nine Soul Formation experts exchanged glances, each seeing absolute, unwavering determination in the others' eyes.

They knew they could not afford to drag this out any longer.

"Everyone, it is time to bring out our ultimate trump cards!"