Chapter 201: You Misunderstood, I'm Not Asking Your Opinion, Just Informing You, Battle of the Gods

Chapter 201: You Misunderstood, I'm Not Asking Your Opinion, Just Informing You, Battle of the Gods (4K)



At that moment, the dragon's roar produced by Xue Jing's use of the Ultimate Move: Dotting the Eye was incredibly loud in the quiet of the night, awakening almost all the residents within a radius of several kilometers.

The once pitch-black residential area gradually lit up as lights flickered on, casting a soft glow over the dark night.

Countless residents stepped out onto their balconies, poked their heads out of windows, or opened their doors, all gazing toward the source of the sound.

And so, they saw two figures, shrouded in darkness from head to toe.

One of them wore slightly reflective black crystal battle armor, hovering in the air with ripples of dark waves surrounding him.

The other was crouched on a utility pole, and unlike the reflective black crystal armor, his ornate black armor was like a black hole, devouring all the light around him.

"What's going on? Are they filming a movie in the middle of the night?"

"No, what's with the black fire on that guy? Are they adding special effects before the movie even hits the editing room?"

"Damn, you guys are brave! It's obvious that immortals are about to fight, and you're not even running for your lives!"

Quite a few quick-witted residents immediately realized the gravity of the situation and quickly shut their doors and windows. Some even started packing their valuables, ready to flee.

On the other hand, Pei Xiaoen had long set up special alerts for messages from Xue Jing. So, despite being fast asleep, the loud alert jolted him awake.

After reading the message, he felt both excited and shocked. He immediately started making calls to report the situation to his superiors.

Soon, the entire Qing City began to stir quietly.

...

Seeing that his opponent had directly deployed the ISE, Xue Jing knew that this battle was inevitable.

However, since he had already sent out the message, as long as Pei Xiaoen and the Qing City government weren't fools, they should be able to handle the situation. His own task was complete.

Xue Jing glanced at the lights turning on in the surrounding residences and thought for a moment before speaking up.

"Let's not fight here. It's too disruptive for the residents."

If possible, he didn't want to battle in a place with so many bystanders.

His current combat strength was already ridiculously overpowering compared to ordinary people. Every move he made could cause immense destruction, and when he unleashed his full power, all his godly skills would be AOE-maxed.

As for the burly man before him, it went without saying. The fact that he could withstand Xue Jing's Dotting the Eye without major injury already spoke volumes about the toughness of his physique, and now he had even whipped out the ISE, a formidable weapon.

If the two of them started fighting, they'd likely level several streets.

"I have a soft spot for strong individuals, especially the young ones. Your future holds infinite possibilities. If I could, I'd let you go."

"But I can't."

"From the moment I discovered you, I knew that our plans in Qing City had failed."

The man spoke in a calm, matter-of-fact tone.

"I need to give an explanation to my superiors, a reason for this failure."

"Your corpse will be that reason."

Xue Jing sighed.

"You seem to have misunderstood."

A rainbow of flames blossomed, and with a long spiraling tail of fire, Xue Jing instantly appeared before the man. His right hand grabbed the man's face, and his fingers sank into the black crystal mask.

"Pichi pichi—"

Silver-white lightning gathered above Xue Jing's head, and in an instant, two lightning dragon horns sprouted. His entire body crackled with electrical arcs, and a silver-white thunder ribbon coiled around him.

His silver-white godly eyes fixed on the man he held aloft, and Xue Jing spoke in a calm, unwavering voice.

"I wasn't asking your opinion. I was just informing you."

"Let's move to a place where I can kill you without holding back."

As his words fell, silver-white lightning enveloped the two of them. With a crackling sound, they shot upward like reverse-falling meteors, trailing silver-white electric traces and colorful flames.

As they ascended, Xue Jing reached into his pocket and took out a black seed the size of a walnut, tossing it into the air.

'Thunder? Altering gravity... Is this Dragon Thunder?'

The man's eyes, visible through the black crystal mask, held a look of surprise as he watched Xue Jing.

'Which deity grants powers to this child? Is it the 'Infinite Dragon' or the 'Second Son of the Serpent'? No, he also possesses the ability to move unseen, control darkness, and wield dark flames...'

'Could he be from the 'Olden Days' faction? Is he 'Wild Revelry' or 'Seat of Death'?'

Even as he thought, the man didn't waste any time with his actions.

The man reached out and grabbed Xue Jing's wrist. Black crystal tendrils wrapped around his fingers, morphing into sharp, serrated blades as his entire hand transformed into a spinning chainsaw.

Xue Jing twisted his wrist, channeling his Golden Extreme Might. He simultaneously unleashed the Revolving Golden Scales and Whirling Cyclone Thunder, sending a resilient spiral of energy that forcefully pried the man's hand away.

Unfazed by the failed attack, the man's goal was to free himself from Xue Jing's grip on his head.

Just as he was about to make his next move—

"Ka—"

A black dragon with colossal wings, over twenty meters long, suddenly surged upward from below, clamping its jaws around the man and exploding into a mouthful of black crystal shards. It carried him high into the sky.

"What?!"

The man was perplexed, unsure where this dragon species had come from.

Soon, the information relayed to him through his prosthetic eye left him even more astonished.

"...A plant?"

"This isn't a dragon species, and there's no mental consciousness wave... Could it be purely created by a plant control-type ability?"

"Wait, is this also his ability? 'Thousand Reds and Myriad Yellows' or 'Withered World Tree'?"

"No, could I have misunderstood from the start? This isn't a divine secret art but an unknown ability of a God-left artifact?"

Most of the man's cognitive abilities relied on a chip embedded in his brain, which was responsible for data analysis, while his consciousness merely made the final 'judgments'.

However, the frequent occurrences that deviated significantly from the data in his database were pushing his judgment-focused consciousness to the brink of a crash.

Xue Jing stood atop the Sakura Dragon, which had transformed from the Dragon Sakura seed, soaring into the sky several thousand meters high while holding his opponent in its jaws.

In the pitch-black night, the great height blocked out all light from the city, but the hanging full moon illuminated the high altitude, providing surprisingly good visibility.

The clouds, bathed in moonlight, took on a grayish hue. With a thought, Xue Jing directed the Sakura Dragon to spit the man out to the side.

"Ptooey~"

The Sakura Dragon opened its mouth and expelled a glob of black crystal-like 'dragon phlegm'. Xue Jing instantly vanished from his spot, dragging a trail of colorful spiral flames and silver-white lightning as he appeared near the man who had been spit out.

His right arm, coiled with countless Shadowflames, transformed into a giant spiral spear that spun like a power drill, emitting a buzzing sound.

"Roarrrrr!"

With a dragon's roar, every fiber of Xue Jing's being—his flesh, muscles, bones, and blood—channeled their power as he executed the Ultimate Move: Dotting the Eye once more.

This time, unlike the previous hasty counter, Xue Jing not only mustered all his might and unleashed the full force of his extreme might, but he also employed the activation of Shadowflames. His entire arm transformed into a spiral spear.

The activated Level 7 Shadowflames had a material strength that far surpassed their previous state, and with the enhancement of Dotting the Eye, even an alloy-armored tank would be pierced through.

Just as Xue Jing was about to deliver the decisive blow, the man's pupils suddenly shone with a brilliant light.

The next moment, the man vanished.

Xue Jing's full-power Dotting the Eye struck nothing but air.

Dark golden might burst from the spiral spear in his arm, transforming into a ray as thick as a fist. It penetrated the cloud layer, tearing through the massive ring-shaped waves and disappearing into the night.

"Hmm?" Xue Jing furrowed his brows in confusion.

He turned back and witnessed a surprising scene.

That man... was actually being held in the Sakura Dragon's mouth, safe and sound.

It was as if the man being spit out by the Sakura Dragon with a 'ptooey~' was just an illusion.

"Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff—"

In the next moment, countless giant black crystal spikes pierced through the Sakura Dragon's head, shattering it into wood chips that scattered through the air. A giant 'sea urchin' appeared, from which the man stepped out and faced Xue Jing.

Without hesitation, Xue Jing summoned a black longsword in his hand and, in a flash, appeared behind the man.

"Chi, chi, chi, chi, chi—"

Countless silver-white petals gently fell as the man's body suddenly exploded into countless fine shards of blade light. His ISE was instantly pulverized, revealing his true form.

His body was also riddled with countless wounds. As many silver sakura petals drifted in the sky, so were there an equal number of wounds on his body, each one deep enough to see the bone. His flesh and blood had been completely separated from his skeleton and were only hanging on by a thread.

However, the next moment, the man stood unscathed in the air.

There were no wounds, no blood, and the countless shattered black crystal shards were gone, with the ISE still intact on his body.

It was as if a scene had been cut from a movie, and there was no indication of how he had recovered.

It was as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion of Xue Jing's, as if he had never made a move and the man had never been harmed.

"Hmm... Troublesome."

Xue Jing narrowed his eyes.

...

While Xue Jing was engaged in aerial combat high above, below, as time passed, countless martial artists, peace officers, and powerful individuals of various kinds converged like a swarm of bees returning to their hive. They gathered around Chief Councilor Chi Liangyun's residence, forming an ever-expanding ring.

Among them were Meng Boshang, Meng Qingjiao, and Chen Fuguang from the Canglong Dojo.

Nearly ten thousand people stood on the streets, rooftops, and utility poles, encircling Chi Liangyun's residence.

All the nearby residents, whether asleep or awake, had their doors forcibly opened and were evacuated, an operation so massive that it left onlookers and those in the know utterly astounded.

"What the hell is going on? I was woken up in the middle of the night for a mission, and no one's telling me what's happening?"

A young peace officer holding an unlocked gun asked, bewildered.

"Shut up! Listen for orders and don't talk!"

A superior officer scolded him sternly.

At the front of the encirclement, Meng Boshang was talking with several older men dressed as martial artists.

"What now? Should we rush in?"

Someone suggested.

"...This is Councilor Chi's home." Someone frowned, looking concerned.

"With all this fuss, what does it matter if it's Councilor Chi or Councilor Tan's place?"

"I don't get it. If you want to go, then go. I'll just wait here."

"You old coward, I've never seen you so timid..."

As the men argued, Meng Boshang kept looking up at the sky, as if paying attention to something.

"What do you think we should do, Boshang? We old folks aren't in our prime anymore. You're the strongest here."

An elderly man with an unusually thick palm, contrasting his short stature, asked with a pleasant expression.

Meng Boshang didn't respond. He lowered his gaze from the sky and turned to look at the front door of Chi Liangyun's house.

Just as everyone was puzzled, suddenly—

"Ka-chak, ka-chak—"

The large iron gate slowly opened, and a young man in his twenties stepped out.

The young man wore a black short robe, his expression was gloomy, and his hair was white, giving him an air of age that contrasted with his youthful appearance.

His stature was exceptionally tall, and his arms and legs were long. As he walked and turned, he exuded a sharp aura, as if just looking at him would cut one's eyes.

The young man held a glowing green... Rubik's Cube?

"Who is he...?"

A few of the elders found the young man familiar and stepped forward to take a closer look.

The next moment, a golden light flashed, and everyone's vision went dark as they experienced temporary blindness.

It wasn't caused by the stimulation of bright light.

Rather, their very act of looking at the young man had been 'killed.'

The elders who had stepped forward stiffened, their upper bodies slowly sliding off, revealing red, black, and green intestines and blood.

"Golden Wind White Rainbow Sword!"

"It's Jiao Hongyuan! He's Jiao Hongyuan!"

One of the elders, now just a torso, spat out blood as he spoke in fear.

"He's crossed the Dragon's Gate!"

This statement caused a stir among those present, and the front row took a few steps back.

Crossing the Dragon's Gate and shedding the old body was a huge hurdle in the martial arts journey.

Those who had crossed it were fundamentally different from those who hadn't.

Leaping over the Dragon's Gate, shedding the mortal coil, and transforming into a dragon was akin to a mythical ascension, elevating oneself from human to a different species.

People revered such beings as 'Immortal Beings of the Mortal World' or 'Living Buddhas,' respectfully addressing them as 'Martial Arts Masters.'

In the small city of Qing, such an existence was rare, with perhaps none appearing in twenty years!

...

(End of Chapter)

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