Chapter 383: Emotions
Chapter 383: Emotions
“Great Sage, who are you? Where do you come from?”
Yan Kuan ignored the wailing ordinary people. The moment he emerged, his full attention locked onto Zuo Meng. He didn’t even glance at the three divine level powerhouses standing behind Zuo Meng.
Demon God Yan Kuan!
As a pawn of the Origin World, he held the power to disregard weaker beings.
The distorted memories and warning signals flashing through his mind paradoxically sharpened his focus. He stared at Zuo Meng, sensing a power system utterly alien to this world radiating from the man.
“Your origins don’t matter. Testing you will reveal everything.”
Having finished speaking, Yan Kuan concentrated his will.
The volcanic crater beneath him erupted into violent activity. Lava spilled forth as hordes of savage aura monsters crawled from the crater, lunging toward Zuo Meng.
“You’ll not run wild here!”
Ding Jie, who had recently become a god, seized the chance to prove her worth. What better moment to earn her teacher’s favor and secure her post-ascension path? She struck first, unleashing her attack on Yan Kuan.
The ground burst open with countless plants.
Python-thick vines erupted from the soil, entangling the emerging savage aura monsters. Behind them rose three-story-tall tree people with trunk-like arms and bark-armored bodies—natural-born warriors.
This was Ding Jie’s acquired power after becoming a god.
Her path to divinity began when Zuo Meng casually gifted her the Tide Divinity. Normally, this should’ve granted water-based abilities. But Ding Jie’s mediocre talent initially barred her from godhood. Only by absorbing energy fragments during Li Lingyue’s ascension did she barely compensate for her shortcomings.
This impurity warped the Tide Divinity into her current Wood Element Divinity.
“Teacher needn’t lift a finger. I’ll crush you myself!”
Yu Mo joined the assault, flanking Yan Kuan with Ding Jie.
The combined might of two divine level powerhouses shook the battlefield. Over recent years, Yan Kuan’s power had evolved alarmingly—twisted steel rods tore free from distant buildings while every metallic object nearby hurtled toward him.
Divine technique—Metallic Frenzy.
This newly mastered technique surpassed Yan Kuan’s original divine abilities. His older techniques had proven useless against equals, as Yu Mo learned during his ill-advised test against Zuo Meng shortly after ascension—a lesson that nearly shattered his face.
“Trash! Clear my path!”
Yan Kuan’s roar shattered the wooden vines. Freed savage aura monsters crushed the tree people into mulch.
The demon god raised his hand skyward.
“Stellar Descent!”
Celestial bodies quaked. The heavens split as a meteor spanning the entire clock tower blotted out the sun, plunging the world into twilight.
Hiss!!
Could human hands truly wield such power? The sheer size alone made even high-ranking tier one big shots pale—forget the impact, its mere mass spelled doom.
“Murong Wenbo’s power.”
Among the stunned spectators, Wen Hao Yi gaped. He recognized this celestial fury—Murong Wenbo had displayed it during his tenure as parliamentary speaker. Though Yan Kuan later devoured Murong in one breath, the memory remained.
Boom! Boom!
Yu Mo and Ding Jie, both divine level powerhouses, were flung back, landing in a heap beside Zuo Meng. Just grazing the murky aura around Yan Kuan had sent them flying.
Their earlier flashy attacks proved as effective as tickling – not a single scratch left on Yan Kuan.
“How…?”
Ding Jie couldn’t believe it. She’d heard stories about Demon God Yan Kuan and knew she couldn’t win, but never imagined being this outclassed. This wasn’t a battle between equals – more like adults bullying toddlers.
“Your move?”
Yan Kuan didn’t expect the meteor to finish off the Great Sage, but hoped it might expose weaknesses.
This mysterious Great Sage carried something that repulsed him – an irritation that grew with his own power. Yan Kuan suspected it was the price of gaining strength, but didn’t care. Without such power, he’d have died long before achieving his current status.
Power demands payment.
He wasn’t alone in this choice. If the World Will allowed, countless others would trade anything for the world’s source. The outer world saw money buy murders – how much more would people sacrifice for cosmic power?
CRACK!
The meteor’s fall slowed abruptly as Guo Fengjiao stepped from behind Zuo Meng.
White frost exploded across every surface, cold air thickening until even the skyborne meteor began fracturing.
“Another fool?”
Yan Kuan had noted her earlier. Compared to the weaklings Yu Mo and Ding Jie, this woman actually mattered – her frost now immobilizing his aura-beasts.
“The Great Sage saved me.”
Guo Fengjiao stepped forward, a mysterious ice staff appearing in her hand. She’d glanced back at Zuo Meng first, sensing similar dark energy in him to Yan Kuan’s. Respect for the Great Sage overrode her unease.
“That woman your enemy?”
Wen Hao Yi eyed the goddess-like figure, then Zhu Xiao.
“What’d you do?”
“We broke up. My family killed hers. Now I bear her blood feud.” Zhu Xiao’s despair deepened.
The comparison stung. Two divine level experts got swatted aside, yet his ex actually challenged Yan Kuan. All were geniuses, but one step behind is really behind – opponents don’t wait for you to grow.
“That blood-soaked one’s yours?”
Zhu Xiao nodded toward Yan Kuan.
“He destroyed Congress. Killed my family.” Wen Hao Yi’s despair outweighed even Zhu Xiao’s.
At least Guo Fengjiao stood a chance. Against Demon God Yan Kuan? Mid-tier extraordinary beings combusted from meeting his gaze. Tenfold strength wouldn’t withstand his breath.