“Auriel’s divine clan has departed!”
Before leaving, they cast disdainful glances at the Burial Gods Alliance, as though looking upon a horde of corpses.
Although the Burial Gods were furious, they couldn’t gauge Ye Yu’s true power. And since Zeng Tian hadn’t ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ given any orders, they could only stand by and watch.
Their faces were grim—some had already made plans to retreat. Clearly, they feared Ye Yu’s strength.
But then Zeng Tian suddenly sneered!
Ye Yu frowned.
Originally, his plan had been this: activate the special effects, pretend his power was spiraling out of control, and scare the Wuliang Hall gods into fleeing first. Not out of pity, but because of Hong Zhencheng—if that big brain were around, he’d surely yank Ye Yu back mid-escape and shout, “Shangshen, stop playing—just strike them yourself!” The brat was capable of that stunt.
Beyond that, Ye Yu had hoped to intimidate the Burial Gods into retreating immediately, so he could harvest a huge wave of subjugation points and withdraw unscathed.
But it was now obvious that plan had failed.
Worse, Ye Yu noticed something shocking: as soon as the effects had kicked in, Zeng Tian’s subjugation value had stood at a mere two thousand—and it had already decayed to zero. Zeng Tian had utterly dispelled his fear. He simply was not afraid of Ye Yu! Infuriating—subjugation value could actually decay! If Ye Yu had known, he’d have harvested it sooner.
Still, Zeng Tian was the lone exception. The others had contributed well—especially the ten or so gods of Wuliang Hall, who had provided nearly ten million subjugation points. Ye Yu wasted no time converting every last point into cultivation. In the next heartbeat, his realm rocketed: Late New God Realm, New God Realm Zenith, Early True God Realm—then halted. As expected, the Divine Realm demanded astronomical subjugation values for a breakthrough. Barely making Early True God was hard enough.
And it still wasn’t enough. Zeng Tian’s decayed points proved that Ye Yu had failed to intimidate him.
What next?
As Ye Yu pondered, Zeng Tian laughed uproariously and strode forward.
“When I first began cultivation, my talent was pitiful—weak bones, poor gifts. Had I lacked family backing, my master would never have accepted me! I envied my senior brother then—he was powerful and treated me like a slave. Yet in two short years, I severed his head!”


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