Chapter 210.2: The Four Saints Resisting

After slaughtering the eight evil gods, Qi Yuan gained a large amount of evil god spiritual energy, and his EXP surged.

At last, he turned to Zhang Feng. The ancient god was like a dead dog, pinned down by Divine Domain Seeds and divine spiritual energy. He couldn't even lift a finger.

Qi Yuan exhaled. "Bullying others with power really does feel great!"

After being so cautious and restrained for so long, he could finally go all out.

Then, his gaze sharpened. "I've wanted to kill you for a very long time."

Zhang Feng's face was filled with terror. "D-did I offend you, my lord?"

He racked his brain, yet couldn't recall anything. Since Qi Yuan said “a very long time,” could it have been ten thousand years ago?

"Before that," Qi Yuan said. "I'm going to look into your soul."

Qi Yuan rarely performed soul-searches. When dealing with enemies, he usually killed them outright.

Zhang Feng was stricken with terror. "How did I offend you, my lord?! Please make it clear so I may die with understanding!"

He had survived by clinging to life. If he saw any chance to live, he would desperately grasp onto it.

"Venerable Tianbao was an elder worthy of my respect, but I've never seen him. You were closest to Venerable Tianbao. I want to see what he truly looked like."

Zhang Feng was stunned, but Qi Yuan ignored him and forcefully invaded his consciousness with his divine sense.

Ripping. Piercing. In an instant, endless memories flooded into Qi Yuan's mind. Within Zhang Feng's memories, Qi Yuan finally saw that kindly old man. He often wore coarse linen, fishing quietly by a lake.

With all the memories obtained, Qi Yuan looked at the dazed Zhang Feng. "Venerable Tianbao, I'll remember you."

Qi Yuan always remembered those that have treated him kindly. To be remembered meant not having completely vanished. That way, when he stepped into the mysterious peak Golden Immortal realm someday, those old acquaintances would reappear once more.

Afterward, he killed Zhang Feng with one clean strike. A single tear fell from Wang Wenqi’s eye.

At this moment, one of the twin sisters said, "My lord, we must leave quickly. The evil gods from the military camp will arrive soon! A Great Venerable is likely on the way!"

Qi Yuan nodded, then recalled something and shouted, "People of the capital of Cai Empire. Good morning! We can't hold a feast this time. I'll treat you all to one on my next visit!"

He felt a bit disappointed that he couldn't eat at the victim's home this time, but there was always next time. The citizens looked at one another, utterly bewildered.

Qi Yuan knew it was time to leave. "Let's go!"

Their group still couldn't withstand the full might of the military camp. If those evil gods went all out, they would likely be defeated.

Thus, the group turned into streaks of light and fled at high speed. Hit-and-run felt thrilling as hell. Qi Yuan was quite used to this feeling. Again, the only flaw was not being able to eat at the victim's house.

Just then, a deep, booming voice suddenly rang out. "Since you've come, you may as well all stay."

From the distant north, a colossal pillar of light surged forth, blasting toward them at extreme speed. It seemed all-encompassing, as though it could decimate everything in the world.

The expressions of every ancient god changed. "A Great Venerable!"

Even from thousands of miles away, they could feel its sheer destructiveness. Naturally, their Divine Domain Seeds were no match for a complete one.

One of the twins grew grave as she called out to the other ancient gods, "Let’s strike together and help our lord block this attack!"

Since they were all powerful veterans, they could probably block it by joining forces. Even so, the losses would be catastrophic. Having two survive would already be considered fortunate.

At that moment, Zhu Zhuangshi stepped forward. "There's no need for you to act!"

Chen Xifan, Shi Zhongshan, and Mu Tong also advanced.

The twin sister was stunned.

Didn’t these four just break through? Trying to intercept this attack would be suicide!

However, Qi Yuan nodded in support. "Don’t disappoint me, Northern Pole Four Saints."

Indeed, they had visualized the Northern Pole Four Saints. Zhu Zhuangshi was Marshal Tianpeng. Shi Zhongshan was the Dark Heavenly Emperor, later known as the True Martial Emperor. Chen Xifan was Marshal Tianyou. Mu Tong was Marshal Yisheng.

The older twin thought anxiously.

Even if they are Mythics, the gap is still far too great...

They were newly-minted Mythics, not yet grown. Dying here would be such a waste. Still, Qi Yuan’s words were absolute. The others could only worry in silence.

The four villagers flew into the sky, charging straight at the massive pillar of light. They showed not the slightest fear of the Great Venerable’s full-power strike.

Zhu Zhuangshi roared, "Let me show you the meaning of power!"

The other three also roared in unison.

Suddenly, time itself seemed to freeze. Sacred aura spread in all directions as the four transformed, fearsome projections gathering behind them.

Behind Zhu Zhuangshi, a menacing, four-headed, eight-armed celestial god appeared. It towered over forty zhang tall, wielding eight different weapons in each hand. The Milky Way flowed through his palms. Like small serpents, terrifying heavenly lightning danced among his hair. It was the projection of Tianpeng.

Similar phenomena occurred to the other three villagers. Akin to descending heavenly gods, their projections were impossible to gaze upon directly. Even a single glance inspired fear.

At that moment, it was as if endless galaxies were rolling. The sounds of clashing weapons and charging cavalry echoed. The ancient gods couldn’t help but look beyond the projections. They felt as if countless troops backed them!

The ancient gods trembled as they watched.

"Are they the gods of mythology?"

"But they’re ten thousand times more terrifying than the gods of legend I imagined!"

A streak of violet lightning flashed. Galaxies churned. Countless war cries and the clash of iron swept through. Beyond the projections, they saw innumerable gods clad in golden armor, wielding long spears and halberds like common soldiers.

They were dense beyond counting, forming ranks of troops. At a glance, there were far more than a hundred thousand!

Following that, the battle cries erupted.

"Tianpeng, Tianpeng. Child of the Nine Malicious Essences!"

"Heavenly Soldiers. Mighty South, Subdue the Ominous!"

"Heavenly Steeds. Mighty North, Subdue the Blade!"

"Three hundred thousand troops, guard my Ninefold Heavens!"

All the ancient gods stood dumbstruck.

Which bullshit mythology?!

Since when did the Mortal Heart World have mythology about a three hundred thousand-strong army of True Gods!? Not even the Hongtang War would dare fabricate something like this!

Zhu Zhuangshi roared again, "I am Tianpeng, Great Marshal of the Northern Pole Four Saints! And you dare injure me?!"

The imposing projection behind him opened its eyes. The other three great marshals also followed suit. A crushing pressure swept across everything. “Gods descending to the mortal realm” still fell far short of describing it.

The projections extended their hands, grasping toward the devastating pillar of light.

Zhu Zhuangshi bellowed, "

Aaah

!"

The other three followers wore expressions of solemn majesty.

With their Venerable physiques and Divine Domain Seeds, they collided head-on with the Great Venerable's full-power strike.

Boom!

The pillar of light shattered and dispersed!