Chapter 156: Self-Destruction

Blood flowed through the void, almost gathering into a small river. The void could not bear its weight. It was all the blood of Zhou Tian, for the body of the King of Gods was composed of some strange substance, with no concept of flesh or blood.

"Damn it, it seems there is only one way left!"

Zhou Tian’s body was covered in scars, and many wounds still retained the unique energy of the King of Gods, making them difficult to heal.

The King of Gods was also struggling. Compared to the beginning, his body had already become considerably dispersed. Although he had summoned the Demon Lord’s armor through special means to bolster his strength, he had not yet reached the level of a Celestial Sovereign, unable to crush his opponent outright.

Moreover, he had not expected Zhou Tian to adopt a strategy of trading wounds for wounds. After all, he was but a lingering soul fragment, while Zhou Tian was a living, breathing person. Exchanging lives with him was simply not worth it.

At this moment, a black mist enveloped the King of Gods, obscuring his expression.

Suddenly, Zhou Tian moved. Thunder, flames, and sword qi surged as his magical body gradually shrank, finally reducing to the size of an ordinary human. The King of Gods did the same.

Zhou Tian raised the ancient measuring rod in his hand as if it were a sword, lifting it high. His body transformed into a streak of light, as though preparing to unleash a peerless strike.

The old black armor on the King of Gods bore fragmented runes that flickered, and the ancient golden spear glowed brilliantly. Its tip emitted a cold, clear radiance, likewise preparing for a world-shaking blow.

“Drawing the boundary!”

“Darkness barrier!”

The moment their two powers collided, Zhou Tian threw the ancient measuring rod into the void. It floated, circling both Zhou Tian and the King of Gods as it traced a perfect circle. Runes flowed forth, forming a barrier.

This was an immensely powerful divine technique from the Great Luo Academy, capable of sealing everything within.

At the same time, the dark armor of the King of Gods detached from his body and floated around, emanating dense dark energy that formed a shadowy barrier.

Within this double seal, Zhou Tian and the King of Gods fell silent for a moment. The atmosphere grew awkward; it was obvious both had reached the same conclusion.

“How coincidental,” Zhou Tian smiled, energy within him surging rapidly.

The King of Gods also revealed a helpless smile.

“Yes, which is why you must never draw conclusions before the final moment.”

His body began to shimmer with radiant light.

“Well then, old sir, why don’t you take a guess—has the final moment arrived?”

Zhou Tian’s eyes glowed. He was barely able to contain the primal power raging inside him.

“It should be,” the King of Gods replied, gazing at the youth before him. So many unexpected twists today had been brought about by this young man. He could clearly sense that Zhou Tian’s bone age was not yet twenty—what a stunning youth.

His gaze became distant as he recalled the boy who had once drawn his bow to shoot the celestial dragon, a moment that had once amazed him. But alas...

“If you say so, then so be it,” Zhou Tian smiled mysteriously. Golden cracks appeared across his face, as if unimaginable power was about to erupt within him.

Boom!

A deafening roar shook the heavens and earth. The entire void groaned under the immense pressure; space fractured, yet no void storm erupted, for the overwhelming energy shattered it all.

Zhou Tian and the King of Gods had both chosen to self-destruct simultaneously.

“Tian’er!”

“Zhou Tian!”

Zhou Changsheng’s eyes widened, bloodshot, as he howled toward the sky. His vital energy surged like a storm, but dark threads twisted around him, clearly damaging his state of mind.

Tian Ling’s crystal-clear eyes streaked with tears. Her nails dug deep into her flesh, blood dripping from her fingers.

In contrast, the Sacred Deities showed little disturbance—perhaps because the King of Gods had truly died back in ancient times, or perhaps for other reasons.

The overwhelming energy continued to surge. The spatial barrier of this place had been shattered countless times during the battle between Zhou Tian and the King of Gods. Now, with such terrifying energy continuously battering it, the barrier was so thin it was almost impossible to believe—like a window patched with paper. It was doubtful any life could survive here for many years.

Four streaks of light shot out from the explosion, instantly drawing the attention of both sides. Zhou Changsheng’s eyes burned red; his muscles bulged like stone. Though grief weighed heavily on him, his long experience in high rank reminded him this was no time for sorrow. His body transformed into a streak of light as he rushed toward the four objects.

Others followed closely behind. Upon nearing, Yan Mo stretched out his palm, and one streak of light immediately fell into his hand—it was the ancient measuring rod lent to Zhou Tian.

Another streak of light landed in the hands of the Sacred Deities—it was the fractured golden ancient spear.

The remaining two objects were the King of Gods’ divine palace and the Demon Lord’s armor, quietly hovering in the void.

They had no spirit within, so unlike the ancient rod and spear, they would not automatically return to their masters.

Though damaged, these Celestial Sovereign artifacts were forged from genuine sovereign-grade materials, extraordinarily sturdy—far beyond what two half-step Supremes’ self-destruction could damage.

Without delay, the great battle erupted here. Zhou Changsheng, already boiling with rage, stood like a mountain, fists clenched as he charged toward the Sacred Deity Lord.

The Sacred Deity Lord and others wished to leave this place swiftly. Zhou Tian’s sudden appearance had caused too many unforeseen changes, and they feared further surprises.

Four lesser-ranked deities stepped forward, exploding their own bodies. A torrent of energy surged forth—it was merely a host body after all.

The Sacred Deity Lord and the Thunder Lord reached out, grasping toward the divine palace and the Demon Lord’s armor, respectively. Meanwhile, the Death God lurked hidden in the void.

“Leave them to me!”

From the explosion burst Zhou Changsheng, a half-tower atop his head, swinging huge fists like a ravenous dragon. Thanks to Xuan Zhenzi’s small tower, a Celestial Sovereign artifact not designed for single-use blasts but for protection, he could still summon some of its power.

The Death God’s scythe slashed through the void, surrounded by wailing soul fragments in the black mist outside his body, with countless fierce ghosts clinging to the blade, eager to devour Zhou Changsheng.

“Clang!”

The scythe struck the glazed golden light hanging from the small tower and was directly deflected. All the fierce ghosts and soul fragments melted away like spring snow under the warm sun. Even the black mist around the Death God cleared, revealing a strange humanoid figure—its face devoid of features, replaced by a swirling black vortex that induced dizziness upon a mere glance. It appeared briefly before shrouding itself once more in the black mist.

“Thunder, assist me!”

A hoarse voice emerged from the black mist. The Thunder Lord, facing the Demon Lord’s armor just ahead and with Yan Mo wielding the ancient measuring rod to block him, gritted his teeth, then turned and summoned a myriad of thunderbolts toward Zhou Changsheng.

Seeing the Thunder Lord depart, Yan Mo exhaled slowly. He was utterly incapable of fighting now—unless he sacrificed himself to forcefully unleash a strike through the ancient rod. Otherwise, he had no hope of stopping the Thunder Lord.

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