Chapter 197.2: Qiyuann Sovereign is Here, a Feast for Feiwu

The words echoed outside the city, rendering the waiting officials speechless.

This isn’t a funeral procession, but an open provocation!

Even Ji Buran was bewildered. He looked at the procession with a strange expression.

Who has such audacity?! Every ancient god lives in fear in the fallen zone. Who would dare interfere in Feiwu City?!

"How insolent!"

With a roar of fury, Venerable Flirt's chariot exploded. The sultry woman he embraced burst into a spray of blood and flesh.

Flirt glared at the crowd ahead, surging with killing intent. "State your name! I do not kill the nameless!"

"Clearwater Village. Qiyuann Sovereign," Qi Yuan replied leisurely. "Okay, can I borrow your corpse now?"

Wang Chunfeng finally found his courage. "How dare you disrespect our god?! You are courting death!"

This was the perfect chance to prove himself. Besides, Venerable Flirt had everything under control anyway. The rabble would be crushed soon!

In the next instant, Flirt, who seemed poised to unleash divine might, shouted instead, "I'll remember your name! My brother-in-law won't let you off!"

After throwing out that threat, he turned and fled. Despite hadn't sensed immediate danger, fleeing was the wiser choice in such circumstances.

Wang Chunfeng’s jaw dropped.

Qi Yuan watched Flirt flee and sighed. "More pomp than I even have. The hero’s just a coward."

Four First Step True Gods suddenly descended, cutting off Flirt’s path. They were Laughing Arhat, Long-Browed Arhat, Gatekeeper Arhat, and Joyous Arhat.

All four declared at once, their voices thunderous, "We will borrow your corpse!"

Flirt's expression stiffened. "All the ancient gods of Feiling Prefecture are here? No! Wait, you're not from there!"

He didn’t recognize any of them.

Without bothering to answer, the Arhats attacked simultaneously.

Arhat Fist!

Eight fists—both a martial and a divine technique—slammed toward Flirt. In spite of having four divine apertures, Flirt felt crushing pressure. Normally, even four of First Step True Gods would pose little threat, yet even facing one of them felt overwhelming.

Flirt roared, barely holding on, "Who exactly are you?!"

If these four were allowed to grow, they would undoubtedly become extraordinary Great Venerables.

The Arhats ignored him and continued raining down punches as one. The surrounding land collapsed continuously. The Mortal Heart World was extraordinarily stable. A full-power strike from a Yin Spirit would destroy no more than a single city. If not for one Arhat shielding the area, those nearby would’ve been affected already.

As they fought, Flirt tried to persuade them, "With your talent, you’d be top-tier even among us new gods! Why serve the ancient gods?!"

He wasn’t lying, yet the four Arhats remained unmoved, repeating Qi Yuan's words, "Borrow your corpse!"

The battle intensified, reaching a feverish pitch. Anxiety surged within Flirt as he sought a way out. The only solution was to capture their leader. Since the four True Gods were here, the defenses around Qiyuann Sovereign had to be thin. Flirt would be lucky if he was only guarded by one True God. Thus, Flirt edged closer to Qi Yuan while fighting.

"Too slow. At this rate, the feast will be delayed," Qi Yuan watched the clash with boredom. "Four Heavenly Kings, you—"

Apparently, there was no need to finish that sentence.

Flirt charged straight at Qi Yuan, his divine power raging explosively. He showed a triumphant smile. "I’ve survived war between gods, and clawed my way out of slaughter! You pampered natives! How could you possibly win against me?!"

"Qiyuann Sovereign, be careful!"

"Watch out!"

In an instant, the Four Heavenly Kings stepped in front of Qi Yuan. Unrivaled in beauty, they radiated the aura of a True God. At the same time, the remaining twelve Arhats stacked together like human shields, completely enclosing Qi Yuan. They were just as strong as the four beauties.

The smile on Flirt's face froze. He swallowed hard, disbelief flooding his expression.

Sixteen True Gods attacked simultaneously. "Die!"

The sound of lutes, spinning parasols, and ringing bells filled the air.

Flirt saw twelve iron fists slam straight toward his face. "Nooo!!!"

Overwhelming divine power surged. Under such ferocious assault, his divine apertures shattered instantly. Yet the fists did not stop, nor did the destruction of his apertures.

Qi Yuan watched Flirt’s miserable state and sighed. "If you'd lent me your corpse earlier, you wouldn’t have to suffer this much. If I were in a good mood, I might've even let your spirit tablet sit at the table for the feast."

Thus, Flirt was beaten to death by iron fists. How could a mere youngster like him withstand the fists of more than a dozen burly men?

Qi Yuan then turned to the officials outside the city, amusement in his eyes. In response, they stared at him in utter terror. Their god had just been killed by twenty True Gods! Since when did Feiling Prefecture have so many True Gods anyway?

"Feast time," Qi Yuan said coldly. "Kill all the evil god’s henchmen. That way, we can extend the feast by another day."

Like wolves among sheep, Subduing Dragon Arhat and Taming Tiger Arhat plunged into the crowd. Screams, sobs, and wails erupted instantly. The Arhats swept the floor with the haughty officials who looked down on everyone.

Qi Yuan lazily said to Ji Buran, "I have a task for you."

Ji Buran's heart tightened as he solemnly straightened up. "Please command me, Venerable!"

He felt profound respect toward the ancient god who gallantly stood up for Feiwu City.

Qi Yuan said casually, "We traveled thousands of miles to Feiwu City just to hold a feast for Venerable Flirt. We've got chefs, a mourning team, and musicians, but no food. Bring food over."

The villagers behind him gulped. After all, whenever they followed Qi Yuan, their happiest moments were always the feasts.

Ji Buran was briefly stunned before nodding. "Alright!"

He didn't understand, but he felt this was definitely not just about eating. There had to be a deeper meaning.

"With the arrival of Qiyuann Sovereign, the people of Feiwu City can have a feast," Qi Yuan murmured, struck with emotion as he watched Ji Buran retreat toward the towering city.

Qi Qi stood beside him, excitement in her eyes. Nevertheless, a faint trace of sorrow lay deep within them.

If only Tianfu and the other cities had been able to eat such a feast... Those innocent people, slaughtered by evil gods...

Thus, she vowed to eat well on behalf of all the fallen citizens of Tianfu.

In the meantime, Qi Yuan took Flirt's storage pouch and skimmed through it. "Is this it? If I'd met him a few months earlier, he might've been worthy of being my white moonlight."

There was nothing of value inside, but the evil god spiritual energy and EXP bar ticked upward. That alone made it worthwhile. Just then, Qi Yuan’s gaze fell upon a battered suit of armor inside the pouch. It was riddled with holes and was stained with vivid blood.

From it, Qi Yuan sensed a familiar aura. "Wenqi, is this your great-grandfather's armor?"

With a wave of his hand, the shattered armor appeared before everyone, coursing with evil god spiritual energy. One could easily imagine how brutal that battle had been.