Chapter 381 – The Greatsword Divine Weapon

Atop the gray-white pyramid, the black robed man holding a black crystal ball felt the powerful, invisible aura erupting from below. A slight “tsk” sound came from beneath his robe.

Beside him, the blond man wearing a platinum mask showed no change in his expression, simply watching calmly and occasionally glancing down at the time.

It seemed as though nothing happening before him had any impact; he was merely an observer.

“You truly deserve to be their king, far more remarkable than they are…”

Lifting a hand from beneath his robe, the black robed man casually pointed towards Lu Yuan’s location, murmuring softly.

“What a… pleasant surprise.”

As he pointed, the acolytes of the Pantheon at the base of the pyramid, who looked like monsters, seemed to receive some command and immediately sprang into action.

The other figures cloaked in black didn’t move; their status appeared higher.

In an instant, it was as though a fierce tide had suddenly surged, overwhelming Lu Yuan and his party.

Protector Rou and the others following Lu Yuan turned pale at this sight.

These swarming Pantheon monster acolytes, nearly any one of them stronger than themselves, could easily slaughter them with a mere pairing.

Instinctively, their bodies wanted to retreat.

As they stepped back, soon only Lu Yuan was left in the center, facing forward.

From an observer’s perspective.

The scene now appeared as a dark tide, vast and overwhelming, sweeping towards him, and Lu Yuan…

He was like a lone rock about to be engulfed by the Black Tide.

However, the next second…

“Boom!”

The impenetrable Black Tide suddenly burst open.

A flash of twisted light vanished.

Then a second…

“Boom!”

A third…

“Boom, boom…”

A fourth, fifth, sixth…

Clusters of red and white-the Flesh Flowers-exploded within the Black Tide, and bodies fell like raindrops.

Lu Yuan stepped forward, heading towards the gray-white pyramid.

His expression was calm, with distorted light constantly flickering around him.

Each flash of light represented the bursting of a head, a headless corpse of a Pantheon monster acolyte falling to the ground.

In just a few breaths, the once unstoppable Black Tide began to break apart, as if torn asunder by an invisible force.

Lu Yuan’s eyes were as still as calm water, undisturbed.

His gaze remained fixed ahead, never once glancing at the attacks coming from the sides and behind.

With the release of his level 5 Grandmaster’s Domain, any being attempting to approach within a hundred meters of him was slowed by the domain power, their movements sluggish until they became completely immobilized, like insects trapped in transparent amber.

Lu Yuan strolled leisurely.

These Pantheon monster acolytes generally possessed strength beyond the first stage, and even in his current normal state, he could easily sweep through them like mowing down weeds with a casual wave of his hand.

The divine weapon was particularly effective in this situation.

Mental power condensed into golden, invisible short blades, faster than light and traceless. A mere thought led to a headshot, providing an immediate thrill.

The only drawback was that the current level 1 divine weapon could only manifest a single blade.

Although the “mowing” was fast, the “weeds” around him could become overwhelming if their numbers grew too large.

After a moment’s thought, Lu Yuan’s pale, slender fingers curled and flicked casually.

A cluster of platinum flames shot out like fireflies, lightly landing on a monster…

“Boom!”

A loud explosion sounded as the monster acolyte hit by the platinum fire was instantly engulfed in raging Platinum Fire, exploding violently, its flesh and bones scattered to the winds.

Level 1 Platinum Fire!

Lu Yuan kept flicking out Platinum Fire, complementing his divine weapon.

Clusters of platinum flames burst forth above his head, behind him, and all around.

Wherever he went…

It was as if he was conducting a grand fireworks display made of blood and fire.

A blend of cruelty and beauty!

Lu Yuan strode forward, leaving a trail lined with grassy patches now bloodied and strewn with the remains of the slain.

The number of monster acolytes from the Pantheon was not insignificant; Lu Yuan had lost count, unable to recall if he had dispatched dozens or hundreds.

Though generally of lower strength, the ability of this organization to amass such formidable forces intrigued him, sparking curiosity about the origins of the Pantheon.

Logically, an extraordinary organization with such a background and strength should be well-known.

Yet, before this, he had never heard of the Pantheon.

“Do you not feel any pain at all?”

Atop the gray-white pyramid, the Eleventh Throne, wearing a platinum mask, looked down upon the massacre below, his voice emotionless: “I recall you mentioned… your Pantheon is currently short on hands, yet you still willingly let them be slaughtered…”

“You don’t understand…”

The black robed man, holding a black crystal ball, kept his eyes fixed below, smiling as he spoke: “What we truly lack are individuals with the potential to become All Deities’ Holy Envoys like myself.

These lowly servants of the Pantheon are easy to cultivate, available in whatever numbers we require…

Moreover, these low-level servants are not meant to survive long.

If he enjoys it… let him have his fun.”

As the black robed man spoke, he gently pressed his fingertips against the crystal ball.

In an instant, a burst of flame lit up within the crystal ball.

Following this, streams of deep teal energy surged out from the ball.

This was the Power of the Feathered Serpent Deity, which he had earlier absorbed into the crystal ball and now summoned effortlessly, like teal tendrils connecting to the motionless black robed figures at the base of the pyramid.

With the infusion of the deep teal energy, the bodies of these black robed figures rapidly expanded.

The violent energy tore through their robes, revealing an array of grotesque and misshapen figures.

Regardless of their original appearance, all their backs split open, swiftly sprouting feather-like wings.

The number of wings varied-some had a pair, others just one, and some three or four, each differing in size, creating a bizarre and sinister sight.

Their bodies also began to grow snake-like teal scales.

However, regardless of the extent of their bodily transformations, each of the Pantheon acolytes radiated a hurricane-like strength.

This force was sharp and piercing, slicing through the air like a blade.

They roared lowly, emitting snake-like hisses, and then swiftly merged with the wind, joining the fray before them.

At the top of the pyramid, the Eleventh Throne’s gaze slightly tightened as he watched the scene unfold.

No matter how many times he witnessed such a feat, he couldn’t help but be amazed.

Without undergoing the baptism of a deity’s will, without any complicated steps, and even with multiple divine powers coexisting in one body without any conflict.

It was simply unbelievable.

He cast a deep look at the mysterious black robed man beside him, and some of his thoughts began to waver, considering whether the origins of the Pantheon were truly as unprecedented and ancient as the other had claimed, an organization that had borne the will of numerous deities all at once.

“The pressure is mounting now…”

As those imbued with the Power of the Feathered Serpent Deity joined the battlefield, Lu Yuan immediately felt a trace of pressure emanating around him.

This batch of Divine Servants was clearly much stronger than the previous ones.

Their average strength was around the third-stage or fourth-stage, with the more exceptional ones reaching the heights of the fifth-stage, and even the sixth-stage.

And their speed was extremely fast, all of them charging towards him, some nearly closing in to within ten meters of Lu Yuan.

“The strength of a normal sixth-stage… is still slightly lacking…”

With a swift flicker of thought, his divine weapon struck an acolyte.

The latter immediately clutched his head and fell from midair, his features twisted in pain, screaming for several seconds before dying from bleeding from all orifices.

Seeing this, Lu Yuan couldn’t help but shake his head.

“I can’t even manage a headshot anymore…”

He sighed softly, muttering to himself, “Then, it’s time to elevate.”

In his clear eyes, the black pupils split into two, blossoming like a lotus and quietly rotating.

The Rotation of Two Flowers!

Merging his spirit and energy, the spiritual flower in Lu Yuan’s mind and the Qi Flower in his chest began to expand rapidly.

His mental power surged upwards.

From the original sixth-stage, to the middle sixth-stage, the high sixth-stage…

Seventh-stage… Eighth-stage…

As he was on the verge of breaking through to the ninth stage level.

“Hum-“

In Lu Yuan’s mind, the mysterious seal left by Yuwen Tong, depicting an eye, suddenly burst into brilliant light.

Lu Yuan paused, then instantly realized.

The seal Yuwen Tong had left inside him, which had pulled him out of a near-collapse death state last time, was now left with little power.

It served more as a reminder.

Lord Tong had drawn a line in his mind.

It was meant to tell him that when his combat strength, amplified through secret techniques, reached this limit.

Going further… would start to consume his life potential, which is his lifespan.

The decision was now back in his own hands.

Whether to cross this limit was for him to weigh.

“Lord Tong is truly considerate…”

Lu Yuan’s eyes flickered slightly, feeling his rapidly expanding combat strength, he thought for a moment, and finally decided.

“Let it be…

This strength… should be enough for now…”

In his eyes, the speed of The Rotation of Two Flowers slowed slightly.

The dual rise of qi and mental power within his body stopped growing, just barely capping at the peak of the eighth stage.

“Sigh-“

Lu Yuan exhaled softly, his mental power boosted to the peak of the eighth stage surged forth.

In an instant, the density of his Grandmaster’s Domain around him shot up several levels!

The incredibly dense domain power spread out like viscous glue.

For a moment, those Divine Servant acolytes who had been able to move freely and nimbly within the domain were instantly transformed from formless to tangible, until completely immobilized.

“Hum-“

Lu Yuan raised his index finger.

The terrifying mental power of the peak of the eighth stage activated [divine weapon].

The surge of mental power caused the originally foot-long golden “dagger” to expand instantly.

Like inflating a balloon, it swelled in a moment to several meters long, as large as a door.

The highly concentrated mental light at this moment almost became real from imaginary.

Everyone could see that atop Lu Yuan’s raised fingertips, a large cluster of profound light was continuously twisting.

It was also at the moment the “greatsword divine weapon” took shape that a sharp and piercing aura descended upon the entire field.

Every person in the arena, no matter where they stood or from which angle they watched the battle, felt a piercing pain that struck directly at their foreheads.

Lu Yuan’s figure seemed to be enveloped by an invisible yet blindingly bright light.

Even a single glance at him felt as though one’s brain was being split apart.

At this moment, the black robed man standing atop the gray-white pyramid could not help but utter an astonished sound.

The Eleventh Throne, who had always been calm by his side, was also slightly moved, his eyes showing an incredulous expression.

“Huh? Leveled up. Just in time.”

Below, Lu Yuan, who inadvertently caught a glimpse of the [Divine Weapon] on his professional panel which had unknowingly upgraded from level 1 to level 2, showed a slight hint of surprise on his face.

But it quickly returned to calm.

His eyes slightly lifted, his indifferent gaze sweeping around.

Then…

He extended his index finger and gently traced an arc in the air in front of him.

“Whoosh-“

The door-sized golden greatsword instantaneously vanished.

The burst of invisible light that followed was as dazzling as the sun.

And then it extinguished.

Less than half a breath later…

“Boom! Bang!”

Centered around Lu Yuan, all the Divine Acolytes in the arena simultaneously exploded at the same time.

Dozens of clusters of flesh and blood burst like fireworks, leaving behind a bloody, cruel, yet somewhat enchantingly beautiful scarlet radiating pattern around Lu Yuan.

With one “sword”… he cleared the field!

Behind Lu Yuan, the protectors of the evil martial alliance stared blankly at the scene before them.

Their minds went blank for a moment, as if even their breathing had stopped.

For these Protector level individuals, their feelings towards Lu Yuan, this sudden “descendant from heaven” and evil martial emperor, were complex.

On one hand, they had to submit to Lu Yuan’s formidable martial prowess, yet on the other, they had not completely abandoned their own ambitious aspirations.

Protector Rou and Protector Lei have always harbored a deep-seated desire-

To learn from Lu Yuan, the God Emperor, the true path to mastering evil martial arts and one day perhaps free themselves from being under others’ control.

But now,

The only thought left in their minds is-

How are they worthy to stand alongside such a person, to stand behind him, to follow him…

Atop the gray-white pyramid.

The scene also stunned the black robed man and the Eleventh Throne.

The former, concealed by his robes, showed no visible emotional fluctuation.

The latter, however, the eyes beneath his mask slightly glazed over.

Astonishment, shock, disbelief…

Their expressions were like that of an adult watching children fight; a mundane and childish battle group, until suddenly a ferocious beast leaps out, punching him squarely in the stomach, nearly making his eyes bulge out.

“Buzz-“

The golden greatsword, which had instantly slain all the Divine Servant acolytes, reappeared.

With merely a casual glance from Lu Yuan.

The terrifying, twisted light vanished once again.

This time…

It thrust directly towards the top of the pyramid!