Little White was a divine beast of unyielding stubbornness, possessed of a tenacity that would not let it rest until it achieved its goal. This was evident from the way it had gnawed relentlessly at the box containing Yinghuo’s divine body. The harder it was to open, the more determined it became to chew through. Every day it remained in battle mode, its only instinct chewing!
Such a headstrong divine beast would never admit defeat. If it declared something couldn’t be chewed, then it was guaranteed unchewable—an impossibility, even fatal to attempt. Clearly, the sealing charm must be extraordinarily tough.
Little White transmitted through spiritual voice: “Big Brother, shall we turn tail and run? That old geezer’s realm is too high—no shame in retreating. Once I grow stronger, we’ll come back and deal with him.”
Ye Yu couldn’t help but give a wry smile upon hearing this. There was nothing wrong with retreating. Facing Taishi Xiaxin head-on made no sense. In the Divine Realm, advancement was measured one step per day—Taishi Xiaxin was not only a peak Ancient God but also Leader of the Divine Alliance, with countless trump cards. If Ye Yu could choose, he would have fled long ago—but the problem was, escape was impossible.
The Evil-Subduing Bell hovered overhead, its aura sealing them in. As a supreme-grade divine artifact and the very foundation of Wuzhong Mountain’s sect, breaking it was infinitely harder than killing Taishi Xiaxin. Until he was defeated, there was no way out.
Taishi Xiaxin strode toward them ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) with calm certainty. “To be frank, I admired you ever since you learned of the God-Devourer Kong Yang. I believed you were destined for greatness. But you should never consort with an Evil God. You may gain power, but the price is death.
“I will use your blood to honor the fallen divines of Wuzhong Mountain.”
He produced a golden talisman and cast it skyward. It ignited on its own, and when it burned away, a shaft of golden light descended. Immediately, the colossal spectral form of a golden-armored deity appeared above Taishi Xiaxin’s head, and the latter’s stature swelled.
Ye Yu’s jaw dropped. Was this summoning a god? A god summoning an even greater god? Had he not witnessed it, he would never have believed it. Indeed, Taishi Xiaxin was invoking his grandmaster, Li Baizhan—the First Founder of Wuzhong Mountain, hailed as the Righteous Deity Slayer, who had slain countless Evil Gods and attained the pinnacle of Divine Lord. Even in death, he had vowed that future righteous deities facing unconquerable Evil Gods could borrow his power.
By summoning Li Baizhan, Taishi Xiaxin’s aura soared from early Ancient God to late Ancient God—skipping two sub-realms in an instant. The change was devastating.
Little White felt it most directly. Since the golden-armored specter appeared, an oppressive force had descended, pausing the vibrant life force within its body as though hitting a pause button. As if it were a born nemesis, this pressure crushed it utterly—it could barely muster half its strength, all while suffering the burning pain of divine light.
Little White writhed, trying desperately to shake off the oppression, but to no avail. Seeing this, Taishi Xiaxin smiled coldly. “Prepare to die, Shen Kangren!”
He stepped forward, ready to finish off Little White with his grandmaster’s power. Suddenly, a figure shot between them and grabbed his wrist.
It was Ye Yu. Taishi Xiaxin looked up, bewildered. He had never taken this Wuzhong Mountain deserter seriously—Ye Yu posed no threat. His earlier taunts were merely to show Ye Yu how foolish betrayal felt on the brink of death. Now he planned to kill Shen Kangren first and dispose of Ye Yu as an afterthought.
“Are you in a hurry to die?” Taishi Xiaxin sneered, preparing to strike.
But as he did, everything within a thousand zhang of Ye Yu—Taishi Xiaxin himself included—turned an eerie black and white. Even the Evil-Subduing Bell lost its color. The divine power in Taishi Xiaxin’s body was severed, cutting off his connection to Li Baizhan’s aid.
Taishi Xiaxin’s eyes widened in disbelief. What godly technique was this? How could Ye Yu affect him? The sensation of losing control chilled him to the bone.
Ye Yu, however, remained unperturbed. He lunged and threw a punch—empowered by Mo Lin Tian’s technique—that should have shattered Taishi Xiaxin’s divine body. Yet at the moment of impact, the black-and-white veil vanished and a golden bell-shaped silhouette emerged, absorbing most of Ye Yu’s force. Still, the blow sent Taishi Xiaxin hurtling back.
He braced himself and panted, that brush with death filling him with fury. Had his divine power not returned at the last moment, the outcome would have been unthinkable. He swallowed a divine pill to steady his raging qi and bloodline.
“Well, your strength is impressive, but it ends here. You squandered your chance. From now on, I won’t grant you another.”
“You say I lost my chance? And did I ever claim I intended to kill you just now?” Ye Yu’s eyes flickered with mockery. The next moment, the Balance Deity Yu Buxia appeared at his side.
