Wan Shi Haojie looked at Shen Tu’s appearance and knew she had been caught in the trap. But not only did he show no sad expression—instead, he smiled at his friends and said: "It seems the priest’s followers are about to lose. Shen Tu, that stubborn girl, is best at spiritual magic. This person is proficient in nightmare illusion—he can’t defeat her!"
"Hahaha... let the priest see our strength! Otherwise we’ll be underestimated..."
In the previous rounds of competition, they had been eliminated one by one—it was dull. But now, reaching the top sixteen ant they could secure at least one victory. There was a chance to hit the finals. And this was still one of the four strongest people on their side.
Watching from the viewing platform:
Xiao Luan looked at her goddess, then at Orochimaru, and said speechlessly: "How co your followers include such disgustingly weird guys? How can you use magic skills like this?"
"It doesn’t matter to —I can’t control how he grows!"
Liu Che reported his grievances. Orochimaru was originally like this—what did it have to do with him?
But don’t say anything. After experiencing the Battle of Gods, Orochimaru had set many goals, among which the Nightmare Bone was his trophy. After being strengthened by divine power, it could assist him in releasing ntal shocks and creating nightmare illusions.
Tosaka Rin had chosen to surrender in disgust because she couldn’t bear the contents. The Shen Tu trapped inside right now was suffering a nightmare ten tis stronger than what Tosaka Rin had experienced!
Although it was an illusion—it worked on the spirit and soul. In fact, it was no different from the real experience.
Within the nightmare illusion, fragnted pictures constantly impacted Shen Tu’s consciousness, while Orochimaru stood within the other’s mind, continuously recording the enemy’s information.
[Sowhat obsessive-compulsive disorder...] [I love being clean...] [It seems I have a bad past, and I really want to cleanse my body, otherwise I feel uncomfortable...]
Orochimaru constantly adjusted the illusion to suit the other’s mories, digging for the scariest place.
Dream ssenger—Orochimaru’s latest career, and also his current research.
"Illusion is just a ans to dig out the enemy’s secrets. It is my favorite thing to do... Co on, little girl... Let see what you fear the most!"
Slowly, peeling away along with the mory, a picture scroll was presented before Orochimaru.
That was the experience of Shen Tu’s childhood. Because of her incomplete developnt at birth, coupled with encountering a foul-slling beast—
She had grown up surrounded by cow dung in her infancy.
Right. The fierce beast knew she was a plant with strange divine origins, but stubbornly believed its own feces could catalyze her growth. As a result, Shen Tu wanted to kill any cow she saw! She got goosebumps all over her body at the sight of dung and felt nauseated.
"Oh~~~ So that’s how it is! Easy... Sister Shen Tu, get ready for a pooping extravaganza... As for the cow... I’ve prepared that too!"
Shen Tu’s consciousness quickly recovered. But when she woke, she found herself surrounded by endless black circular objects—and was shocked to discover she had beco a child again.
Looking at the foul-slling objects around her body and the cows excreting overhead, Shen Tu finally collapsed.
"No... I hate cows, I hate feces... I don’t want this..."
[Victory has been decided. Orochimaru wins!]
Shen Tu foad at the mouth and was carried away, her eyes full of spirals. Obviously, for a short period of ti, she would not be sober.
On the other hand, Orochimaru declared triumphantly: "Haha... I won! The nightmare technique is invincible!"
"Cut... you disgusting old snake!"
"Oh... just you wait. I’ll definitely break your bones in our next match!"
The first duel was over. The second match soon arrived.
The Deer fought against Nightshade. This was a duel of swordsman against swordsman—the battle was fierce, but it ended very quickly. Because Longkui housed two souls, even though the attack power was suppressed to god-level Five-Star, the Red Kwai could transform into a ghost. She had been using ghost-form darts to keep the Deer pinned and unable to escape.
Within ten minutes, the Deer—wearing a robe of ink and wash—was turned into a hedgehog and awkwardly eliminated.
"Speaking of Liu Che, is that little girl cheating? How can two people beat one person?!"
"Uh... she’s schizophrenic, so they count as one soul!"
"..."
Xiao Luan could see it now. There was no normal person among Liu Che’s followers. They were all strange and extraordinary.
The next step was civil war within the Eternal Divine Realm.
Fahai fought against Xiaofeng. Although Xiaofeng had the dual teachings of Kikyo and Lingyue Xianji, his experience was nowhere near as refined as Fahai’s path. After everything was said and done, his divine power was overwheld and he was suppressed beneath the Buddha statue.
Fahai advanced once again!
At this ti, Cao Cao and the others had all beco spectators, speculating about who would win the championship in the end. So said it would be Orochimaru, while others said Fahai. Of course, the loudest voice still belonged to Nightshade.
As for Tu Shan Yaya, she was also a heavy favorite! The ice-type divine fox, combined with the entire demon spirit god-type opponent—the strength of her body was not weaker than anyone’s.
Second in the betting was Dongfang Huaizhu and Tu Shan Honghong. Goddesses who had not been promoted to gods could still participate in the war, and naturally those inexperienced high priests were no match for them at all.
On the other hand, Luffy’s father—Dragon—had made it all the way to the finals. Tricolor Haki, coupled with a special cultivation thod and the Starry Sky True Dragon Bloodline granted to him—he could be regarded as a master priest with a bold foundation.
However, Chu Xuanfeng had defeated his opponents all the way through by dangerously slim margins, yet appeared unremarkable throughout—until he t Hua Luo Qing Feng.
Only then did the powerhouse of Xiao Luan’s divine family, who belonged to the gods, completely release his own background! He could be regarded as the protagonist of the Saint’s Cetery, and his monster cultivation only added to that. His fighting style was extrely wild. Every opening strike was magical suppression; at every turn ca supernatural powers and brutal physical blows.
In addition, the path Chu Xuanfeng had taken was his own brilliant evolution. Now it was not unusual for him to have achieved god level! The journey from the sun to the underworld had allowed Chu Xuanfeng to comprehend the thod of yin and yang in their final duel. He resolved the opponent’s desperate blow with his onmyōji technique and finally won.
A truly hard-fought duel—no regrets at all. A hard-power level opponent, through and through!
"I lost..."
Hua Luo Qing Feng said disappointedly.
Chu Xuanfeng shook his head. This woman was truly strong—she had forced every last hole card out of him. If it weren’t for being tornted by the demon for three days, he estimated the Law of Yin and Yang probably wouldn’t have been comprehended yet.
When Chu Xuanfeng returned to the camp, Yang Jian opened his eyes and said to him: "You did a good job. I’ll be on the stage next!"
"Then you have to win!"
"Don’t worry..."
Yang Jian. Erlang Shen.
Holding a three-pointed two-edged sword and wearing a dark golden drape, he stood in the arena like an ancient general.
[The next match: Yang Jian vs. Wan Shi Haojie]
A figure of god level—power suppressed—descended into the arena. When Wan Shi Haojie saw that Yang Jian’s body had been made temporarily, he said with solemnity: "You should give up. Strength that has not been tempered is no opponent of mine at all!"
"Oh? But I don’t think so. Do you know what the belief in my heart is?"
Wan Shi Haojie raised his head, his expression unreadable.
Yang Jian took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "Our priests should defend the honor of God with ourselves! So... although you are a believer of the godmother, you must stop here!"
"Anyone can say beautiful things!"
Wan Shi Haojie’s weapon was a black iron rod—seemingly unremarkable. It had been built with a star core and ca imbued with the Law of Gravity. It was said that one blow from it could destroy a star. Note that this referred to a makeshift star—not a planet of the fragnted lower realm!
Yang Jian didn’t bother worrying about him and directly engaged. He followed the Law of Strength, paying attention to the principle that one strike of power drops ten tis over. A thod of physical training—naturally, he hoped for more challenges!
Boom.
The mont the blade t the rod, a terrifying space-ti storm erupted throughout the arena!
In order to let them experience the most real battle scenes, Liu Che had suppressed all laws in the arena to the god-level Five-Star stage.
So the space broke apart. Ti and space were annihilated. Mountains, seas, sky—all were beaten to pieces by the two combatants!
"For the sake of the godmother, die..."
Wan Shi Haojie slapped Yang Jian back and instantly roared. Tens of millions of voices, layer upon layer, constantly repelling Yang Jian—followed by one of the scarlet teors gouging toward him!
"Heavenly God Technique: teor Strike!"
At this most dangerous mont, Yang Jian saw the picture of himself being defeated, and at the sa ti saw the other party’s arrogant expression.
So he was going to lose?
No... this was just a stepping stone for the future.
Just like his divine self had destroyed Lingshan and driven Tathagata to madness. If ti could be changed—naturally, his current situation could be changed too.
However, he himself followed the Law of Power. If he used the power of ti during this break, would it affect him?
Yang Jian’s thoughts spun rapidly. Ti seed to freeze.
An inexplicable power was born in the eye of his Divine Eye! The golden light penetrated the sky, making his breath grow strange.
"This is the Way of Cause and Effect that transcends ti! But he’s obviously not a believer in physical cultivation..."
Xiao Luan’s face was full of surprise. Soon she discovered the mystery of Yang Jian’s Divine Eye!
It was said that so three-eyed beings would awaken strange abilities when their lives were in danger. So could see through falsehood, so could understand fate, and so possessed extrely keen intuition for positioning.
And Yang Jian had mastered all these abilities!
The blood of this three-eyed tribe was very strong indeed!
"Ding... Congratulations to your high priest for inspiring the bloodline of the Ancient Three-Eyed God in battle, thereby mastering fragnts of the Law of Cause and Effect. You will receive an additional one thousand fragnts of the Law of Cause and Effect!"
Liu Che smiled happily. That was wonderful! He hadn’t expected Yang Jian to be so talented! In fact, he had originally thought that if Yang Jian lost, he lost—it wasn’t a big deal either. After all, the people belonged to the gods. But he hadn’t expected Yang Jian to possess ancient blood.
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