Chapter 388 – Supreme Hunt!

Inside the Consciousness Space.

At this moment, the wills of the Mosa Sect’s combat and Deity of Hunting were being cornered by the three types of evil deity wills inside Lu Yuan.

The will of the Deity of Martial Hunt, holding a spear in one hand and a shield in the other, roared furiously.

Its countless goat heads emitted blinding blood-red lights from their eyes, slicing through the sky like blades, yet continuously suppressed by other forces…

Lu Yuan watched this rare “battle of deities” so disinterestedly that he was almost yawning.

This so-called baptism ceremony seemed to have nothing to do with him anymore.

He had originally just wanted to secure some benefits outside of the “rules” to perform better in the trials controlled by the wills of combat and hunting deities and to gain more advantages.

Unexpectedly.

The other evil deity wills inside him had turned the tables, bullying the wills of combat and hunting deities to the point where they couldn’t even lift their heads.

Now, he didn’t know how things would develop next.

“Just don’t smash my Consciousness Space…”

Lu Yuan looked up at the increasingly terrifying apocalypse above, feeling worried.

This battlefield was based on his Consciousness Space; if it were destroyed, he might also suffer severe damage in reality.

As he was thinking, several objects slowly rose in front of Lu Yuan, radiating dazzling brilliance that nearly illuminated the entire Consciousness Space.

A spear shining with a diamond-like luster, a circular shield, a Crystal Mask, and a crown that seemed to be entwined with thorns.

The chaotic battlefield dissipated like smoke.

These four items slowly flew towards Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan looked slightly startled, instinctively gazing back at the celestial battlefield.

He then realized that the intense battle between “deity and deity” above had somehow already ceased.

The will of the elephant deity, standing silently with its feet on the demon mountain and blood sea, had its twelve arm-like pillars naturally hanging down.

The Phoenix gently flapped its wings, hovering in the sky, its orange-red flames consuming the heavens.

Under the pristine full moon, the figure of the woman in black dress vanished, leaving only the quietly flowing black Styx behind.

Amid these three wills, the wills associated with the Mosa Sect’s combat and the Deity of Hunting were slightly panting.

His spear was broken, his shield battered, and the Goat Head on his shoulder seemed to be extinguished by at least half.

Silently, he gazed at Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan, observing the four glowing objects within arm’s reach and the disheveled will of the combat and Deity of Hunting, realized…

This guy… seemed to have compromised.

“At first, I just wanted fairness…”

Lu Yuan murmured with a complex look in his eyes, then smiled and opened his arms symbolically toward the formidable will of the Deity of Martial Hunt, saying, “But regardless, welcome to… our harmonious and loving family!”

After finishing, Lu Yuan reached for the four glowing objects suspended in front of him.

Predictably, these four items were the ultimate rewards of this baptism ceremony.

Just as Lu Yuan’s palm touched the diamond spear…

“Boom!”

A massive roar exploded beside his ear.

The four glowing objects in front of him burst one after another, and the entire Consciousness Space began to violently shake, as if it could collapse at any moment.

“This is bad!”

Lu Yuan’s expression turned serious instantly.

As he chose to exit the Consciousness Space immediately, he thought he saw a mischievous and somewhat mocking smile on the many goat heads of the will of the Deity of Martial Hunt…

“Boom-“

The sound of thunder roared.

Upon opening his eyes, Lu Yuan immediately felt a tingling sensation on his scalp.

[Dual Lotus Rotation]!

Instinctively, he activated the secret technique of The Fusion of Two Flowers, with two lotus flowers blooming and spinning in his pupils.

Blood energy, Platinum Qi, and his max level Grandmaster’s Domain unfolded…

“Bang!”

Dozens of fiercely colored dark blue energy beams struck Lu Yuan almost simultaneously, and terrifying blue flames engulfed him instantly.

After the barrage subsided, the figure engulfed by the fierce blue flames slowly became visible again.

Lu Yuan clasped his hands together, his silvery white hair moving as if blown by an invisible wind, his robe flapping vigorously.

His entire body was enveloped by a distorted, intangible Strength.

Visible ripples spread outward from every inch of his skin.

Platinum Qi and a nearly tangible bloody aura intertwined around him, forming a circular shield that staunchly defended against the scorching blue flames that seemed capable of melting even the air.

Lu Yuan’s face remained expressionless, his fair and handsome features marked by faint, moving lines of blood, his eyes chillingly cold.

While fending off this sudden and terrifying attack, he looked around.

He noticed that the metal columns around the Sacrificial Square, which he had initially thought were merely decorative, had their patterned metal shells lifted to reveal huge laser cannon mouths beneath.

A dense blue light gathered at each cannon mouth, clearly preparing for the next wave of attacks.

His mental power extended down through these metal columns, and Lu Yuan saw a massive, disc-like machine slowly activating below.

The energy fluctuation emanating from its center held a terrifying power, potentially equivalent to tens of thousands of tons of nuclear bombs.

“Insulted in the Consciousness Space, so you plan to reclaim your honor in the real world?”

Lu Yuan bit his teeth lightly, his mind swirling with gray mist.

Within this mist, the vague figures of about a dozen people appeared.

Tall and short, fat and thin, their appearances varied, but they all shared one common feature: their eyes were blood-red, coldly staring at him like hunters eyeing their prey.

Among these figures, Lu Yuan recognized someone whose appearance was quite familiar: it was none other than the Eleventh Throne of Mosa, with whom he had recently forged a brotherly bond.

“Hissss-“

Lu Yuan took a deep breath.

This premonition of being hunted brought him a feeling both familiar and strange.

Familiar because he knew this was the sensation caused by the activation of a certain power.

[Hunting Instinct]!

A basic professional skill from the [Spear Bearer (Extraordinary)] professional panel.

Lu Yuan had used it before; once activated, it locks onto a target as his hunting object.

Yet, the unfamiliarity came from…

Being treated as prey, and simultaneously by over a dozen people…

It was Lu Yuan’s first experience of such.

He instantly understood his current situation, recalling the ways the Eleventh Throne had introduced to him about how followers of the Mosa Sect could advance their strength on his way here.

It was unclear whether it was the instruction of the Deity of Hunting and combat or simply the ideas of these Mosa Sect Thrones.

Anyway, it seemed that this was part of his “baptism” ceremony, which was about to conclude.

Suddenly, these people interrupted the ceremony and activated mechanisms around the Sacrificial Square, preparing to hunt him like prey for a sacrifice to the Deity of Mosa.

“Buzz!”

A strange humming sound echoed.

The dozens of metal columns surrounding the Sacrificial Square had finally accumulated energy once again at their barrel ends.

Lu Yuan slightly raised his brows, and his hands, previously clasped together, suddenly flared outward.

Massive ripples mixed with Astral Fire and blood energy explosively spread in all directions, blowing away the residual energy.

Lu Yuan swiftly soared into the air, attempting to break out from the open space above the square.

But a crystal-like thick light film visibly rose rapidly around him.

It was as if a rapidly forming egg shell was encapsulating him.

Before Lu Yuan could escape the square, his escape was firmly blocked by a roof, followed by a rising alloy shell closing in.

Just as Lu Yuan was about to break the egg shell from the inside,

The laser cannon ports embedded within the dozens of metal columns vibrated simultaneously.

Dozens of dark blue energy beams fiercely shot out, striking Lu Yuan in an instant.

The scene resembled dozens of thick ropes abruptly entangling Lu Yuan all at once.

“Boom!”

A terrifying explosion shook the entire Metal Square.

Dozens of dark blue laser beams collided, unleashing a waterfall-like energy aftermath that cascaded down from the sky.

Rolling heat waves twisted the very fabric of the square’s interior.

As if something heavy had fallen from the sky, raising clouds of dust and metal debris.

Moments later, a fifteen-meter-tall figure with three heads and six arms, one hand wielding a grey-white giant axe, slowly emerged from the dust.

“Whew-“

A massive, beautifully intricate blood-red pattern sprawled across the demon body, built like a black steel boulder.

With the sound of breathing, it gently fluctuated, like a demonic flower swaying in the wind, slowly blooming.

Lu Yuan dragged his grey-white giant axe, step by step, walking out from the center of an explosion.

His eyes, tinged with scarlet, flowed with a cold, river-like intense killing intent.

“Click, click, click-“

He gently twisted his neck and slowly lifted the giant axe in his hand, taking a deep breath.

“Fine then…”

“I’ll just… have some fun with you guys!”

Having said that.

The metal ground beneath Lu Yuan exploded violently, and he vanished in an instant, only to reappear just as quickly.

With six arms in motion, the grey-white shadow of the axe passed by, and a scarlet light, clear as crystal, spread horizontally.

“Whoosh-“

This scarlet axe light swiftly swept across one side of the square, and the dozen metal columns it sliced through quietly snapped in half at the middle-stage.

The remaining dozens of metal columns also completed their third charging, releasing several dozen beams of light.

Lu Yuan snorted coldly, stomping fiercely on the ground at the moment the beams shot out, forcefully lifting the surface of the Metal Square beneath his feet.

At the same time, he used the grey-white giant axe as a shield in front of his chest.

“Boom!”

A dark blue cascade of light exploded, and the axe light reappeared, cutting down another dozen metal columns.

At that moment, the ground at the edge of the Metal Square cracked open, and several goat-headed Mecha wielding alloy spears rose from beneath the earth, charging straight at Lu Yuan without a word…

“He truly has combat power comparable to the ninth stage.”

Above the periphery of the Sacrificial Square.

More than a dozen Thrones, each wearing different masks, watched the battle below through a thick energy barrier.

“How does ninth-stage combat power matter?”

A Throne, wearing a light golden mask and of short, stout stature, with an air of superiority emanating with every gesture, scoffed: “We’ve spent so much money constructing this hunting ground, it’s more than enough to eliminate a typical ninth-stager…

The giant axe in his hand is indeed an impressive secret treasure. After sacrificing it along with him, today there might be more than one among us who could directly advance to the ninth stage…”

“After this sacrifice, Lord Liao…”

Throne Level eyes skimmed over the crowd, landing on the only person wearing a diamond mask, the silver-haired man with an aloof demeanor, and said nonchalantly, yet seemingly intentionally, “You must be close to the tenth stage by now.”

At these words, the rest of the Throne Level individuals couldn’t help but direct their gaze towards him, their minds stirring, a faint sense of wariness passing among them.

The silver-haired man noticed the subtle shift in the atmosphere and glanced over the group, speaking lightly, “Each of you has the same opportunity.”

The other Thrones shifted slightly at his words, a peculiar gleam flickering in their eyes.

Indeed.

His statement was correct.

They, too, had opportunities.

Strength was the sole reason they joined Mosa.

Compared to other sects of the evil deity, acquiring Strength in Mosa was indeed much simpler and easier.

As long as one had power and wealth… continuous sacrifice and hunting.

Each of them could advance unimpeded, effortlessly attaining a level of Strength others could hardly imagine.

Among these Throne Level beings, there were already more than one or two who had reached the ninth stage.

It was just that the Strength they possessed could not be openly displayed, otherwise, where would they stand on the world’s combat power ranking?

With this thought, the group of Thrones couldn’t help but refocus their attention on the figure below, a three-headed, six-armed silhouette wielding a giant axe amidst a flurry of energy beams and battling Mechanical Bodies.

They were like a group of conspiring hunters.

Watching as their prey fell into the carefully laid trap, struggling in the throes of death.

Patiently waiting for its energy to be depleted, its blood drained.

And then…

They would swarm and devour it.

“Boom!”

The sound of explosions was incessant below, and soon, all the metal columns on the Sacrificial Square were completely destroyed.

The wreckage of the dispatched high-rank combat Mechanical Bodies was scattered everywhere.

A Throne among the crowd slightly furrowed his brows and couldn’t help but speak out, “How long must we wait?

Perhaps…”

He gestured a cutting motion with his hand, his tone cruelly suggesting, “Let’s just cut to the chase and use our last resort.”

The other Thrones agreed one after another.

The prey’s resilience was somewhat beyond their expectations.

Of course, it was more about everyone being impatient.

Instead of slowly grinding the opponent to death, a killer move to directly annihilate them seemed preferable.

The silver-haired man wearing a diamond mask surveyed everyone and did not object.

“Then let’s initiate the Supreme Hunt.”

He spoke calmly and then casually gestured downward.

The next second.

The cracked ground of the Sacrificial Square began to glow, and the enormous Disc machine hidden beneath the square started up officially.

Energy rapidly converged like a mountainous tidal wave.

Even those Thrones standing far from the battlefield could feel the energy, which seemed capable of destroying everything.

“This strike could directly sink a small piece of land,” remarked a Throne, his eyes flickering with a strange glow, venting his uncontrollable excitement in a low roar.

“To obliterate him with this strike… it’s only fitting, considering his performance at the baptism ceremony…”

At this time, the figures rampaging across the square below seemed to sense the imminent peril and attempted another breakthrough.

He wielded the giant axe and fiercely slashed upwards, casting a huge swath of axe light.

But before the axe light could break the energy shield…

“Boom!”

Accompanied by an indescribable ultrasonic booming sound.

The base of the vast Metal Square seemed as if a giant eye had suddenly opened.

A light more dazzling than the sun burst forth.

A terrifying column of light, thousands of meters thick, shot straight up, instantly vaporizing everything above the square.

Under this blinding, massive column of light piercing the sky, all the Thrones involuntarily squinted their eyes.

The light was too dazzling.

They could barely see anything.

Only faintly could they discern.

Within the fiercely bright column, capable of melting everything, a figure with three heads and six arms disintegrated like a snowflake.

The giant axe in its hand also quietly cracked apart under the direct strike of the terrifying energy…