I Pick up a Lost Godhood

Chapter 318 - 304: Complete Domination

After all these years, Hex Zui understood very well that to survive in the Great Yuan Realm, raw power alone was not enough. And the Holy Hall, with its focus on self-cultivation, was lacking in this regard.

The atmosphere was heavy. No one wanted to speak. Neither side even had the heart for a standoff; they could only wait. Everyone knew very well that the losing side would face annihilation by the other. There was no retreat.

Sea Emperor’s Small Thousand World.

Suddenly, the light from the Heaven-Deceiving Array dimmed. Qi Feiyu was stunned. This meant the power of the Eight Trigrams Compass was rapidly fading.

’Son of a bitch! I spent so much money, and this is the piece of crap I get? That bastard said it would last at least five minutes, maybe even ten! It’s only been a minute!’

Broken Heaven Edge slowly lowered, and a helpless smile touched the corner of Wang Meng’s lips.

One might survive a calamity sent by the heavens, but not one brought upon oneself!

Qi Feiyu slashed down with his sword. It was an un-dodgeable, heaven-rending strike, a blow powerful enough to obliterate Wang Meng into dust.

However, the sword was blocked.

Blocked by a single finger.

Qi Feiyu was frozen, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. ’What is this? What is this???’

’How can this be!!!’

"Who... who in the world are you..." Qi Feiyu was horrified, utterly terrified beyond all reason.

Wang Meng smiled, flicked his right index finger, and Qi Feiyu’s body suddenly swelled, exploded, and disintegrated into fragments.

Across the sea for ten thousand li, countless sea dragons surfaced, prostrating themselves in terror, not daring to move an inch.

In the sky, the winds and clouds surged. Wang Meng smiled, and a moment later, they dispersed, leaving the sky clear and calm once more.

The light on the Heaven-Deceiving Compass had completely vanished, and a crack had appeared in its center.

Wang Meng collected the shattered Compass and carefully placed it inside his robes.

This Compass could indeed break the seal on Qi Feiyu, but what Qi Feiyu didn’t know was that Wang Meng was also sealed. Although it couldn’t be completely undone, it had been enough to create a crack in the Heaven and Earth Spirit Locking Array just now.

This was Divine Power—an enemy of great strength turned to ash with a flick of a finger. The shock of it was deeply imprinted on Wang Meng’s heart.

The last time he had unleashed this power to annihilate the Mad Sword Sect, Wang Meng had just fused with the Godhood. He had felt the power surging through him, but it was like holding the key to a Treasure Vault without truly perceiving the vault itself. Now, in that single instant, Wang Meng had experienced that power in a different way.

It was just that the power of this Heaven-Deceiving Eight Trigrams Compass was a bit too weak. Wang Meng was very curious about its origins; it seemed he would have to search for that information himself.

The sea dragons lingered in confusion for a moment before quietly slipping back into the depths of the ocean.

Wang Meng searched for a moment, but it seemed there was nothing to find. Qi Feiyu had completely fused with this place. He had been a bit careless this time, not expecting such an item to exist. It only reinforced Wang Meng’s conviction that all rules were ultimately built on a foundation of strength.

His figure solidified, and he flew toward the Teleportation Array. ’Everyone must be getting anxious.’

The Teleportation Array flashed with light, and everyone rushed forward. The pent-up energy they had been holding back was released in a surge, and all they could hear was the frantic THUMP-THUMP of their own hearts.

The light of the Array grew brighter and brighter, then suddenly vanished, leaving a figure in its place.

At once, a dead silence fell. A few seconds later, the Holy Hall’s side erupted in wild roars. At this moment, they didn’t give a damn about anything else, not even the rules of the Hundred Battles Pavilion.

The disciples of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect looked as if they had seen a ghost, the color draining from all their faces.

Li Tianyi slapped Wang Meng hard on the shoulder. "Damn, man! You keep raising the bar. Aren’t you just putting more pressure on me?!"

Li Tianyi was as excited as a child. Hex Zui laughed—a loud, hearty laugh. Hex Zui, who was always so mindful of his appearance, was now practically dancing with joy. It was as if they had reached the end of their rope, only to find a new path miraculously appearing before them.

Something that felt like a dream was happening right before their very eyes.

Mingren smiled as well, a brilliant smile. Without a doubt, his earlier decision had been a wise one.

The Steward from the Hundred Battles Pavilion mechanically completed the paperwork and then vanished. The disciples of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect were still waiting, finding it all a bit hard to believe.

"No need to wait. Qi Feiyu isn’t coming out."

Wang Meng, having just emerged from the Sea Emperor Space, was still radiating killing intent. A single glance was enough to make everyone feel his boundless murderous aura, and the curses on the tips of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect disciples’ tongues died in their throats.

Wang Meng smiled faintly. With the number one problem solved, the rest could be dealt with slowly. Just as Li Tianyi said, they could now be used for practice.

"Tonight, it’s on me! We’re not going home until we’re drunk!"

Hex Zui roared.

"Whoa, we get to feast on a rich man’s dime again! Brother Hex, I won’t be holding back."

Li Tianyi said with a laugh.

Hex Zui laughed heartily. Li Tianyi was an interesting person—straightforward and direct, with undeniably solid strength. He had also killed the most disciples of the Ten Thousand Demons Sect so far.

Upholding the Li Family’s style, he was a sharp sword drawn from its sheath. Upon arriving in the Great Yuan Realm, Li Tianyi was even more like a fish in water.

Watching the group from the Holy Hall leave, the Ten Thousand Demons Sect disciples remained silent from start to finish. They still had the advantage in numbers, but all the confidence in their hearts had vanished.

They just couldn’t understand or believe it. How could Qi Feiyu have possibly lost?

The battle between the Ten Thousand Demons Sect and the Holy Hall was a death pact—a fight to the bitter end, until one side was completely purged from the Cultivation Academy.

A short Ten Thousand Demons Sect disciple with a ridiculous-looking mustache stepped forward. Among those who remained, he was the strongest and had the most seniority.

"Everyone, head back for now. Be careful these next few days. We’ll make a plan after I report back to the main sect!"