Chapter 574

"Di Jun! You are bullying people too much!"

A heaven-shaking, earth-rending roar erupted from the Wu clan camp.

On the towering frame of the fire god Zhu Rong, the Nanming Lihuo flames shot skyward; his eyes were blood-red, staring fixedly at Di Jun, his gaze seeming to want to devour him alive.

"Your Yao clan rules heaven, my Wu clan governs earth—this is a rule even the Dao Ancestor tacitly accepts!"

"Now you pull out this goddamn god-bestowal list—do you intend to turn all living beings on my great earth into lackeys of your heavenly court?"

"This is digging up the roots of my Wu clan!"

Zhu Rong's roar voiced the hearts of all the ancestral witches.

They finally understood Di Jun's true purpose.

What Dao discussion grand assembly, what universal sweet rain—all are merely appetizers.

This final god-bestowal is the true killing move!

The qi fortune of the Yao clan heavenly court comes from the celestial stars, from the myriad demons.

But the qi fortune of the Wu clan comes from the Pangu bloodline, from this vast and boundless Great Wasteland earth, and from the myriad living beings multiplying upon it.

Though most living beings do not directly worship the Wu clan, they are born here, raised here, and their very existence is intrinsically tied to the earth's qi fortune.

Now, Di Jun seeks to confer these beings one by one as heavenly court star gods, sending them to guard the stars and harmonize stellar power.

Is this not openly, from upon the earth, pulling up one by one the pillars of qi fortune into the heavens?

If this continues, the earth's qi fortune will drain—will not the Wu clan's qi fortune be severed at the root?

Upon the high platform.

Facing Zhu Rong's roar, Di Jun merely gave a cold chuckle.

"Nonsense."

"All things in Great Wasteland are Pangu's legacy—when did they become your Wu clan's private property?"

"I follow heaven and respond to humanity, bringing order to Great Wasteland, bestowing divine positions, benefiting heaven and earth. As for you Wu clan, you disrespect heaven, do not worship the sage, indulge your clansmen in blood sacrifice, poisoning the land, making Great Wasteland murky and pestilential, karmic bonds clinging to you—yet you still dare to bark here?"

"Cut the nonsense!" Zhu Rong's mind is simple; he cannot comprehend all those winding twists, he only knows: whoever displeases him, he strikes.

"Di Jun, dare you fight me, Zhu Rong, with real blades and true spears? No flashy formations—just our own abilities!"

Zhu Rong exploded in a shout, took a step, and his entire form transformed into a ten-thousand-zhang-tall flame demon god, appearing upon the white jade high platform.

The terrifying heat caused the space around the platform to begin twisting.

"Second brother!" Hou Tu cried anxiously.

"Let him go." Di Jiang intercepted her, his gaze deep and cold, "Perfect—also lets us see, after Di Jun slew a corpse, just what realm he has reached."

Di Jiang knew clearly in his heart: if today's situation cannot be overcome by force, suppressing Di Jun's arrogance, then the Yao clan heavenly court's god-bestowal plan will face no obstruction.

Zhu Rong's strength, among the twelve ancestral witches, steadily ranks in the top three.

Having him test the waters is most appropriate.

Upon the high platform, Zhu Rong's battle intent surged heavenward.

"Di Jun, dare you fight?"

Di Jun looked at him, a hint of contempt curling at the corner of his mouth.

"As you wish."

He waved his hand toward Fuxi and Kunpeng behind him.

"Guard the home, let no idle strangers disturb my leisure with Ancestral Witch Zhu Rong."

Having spoken, he stepped forward, his silhouette already appearing at the opposite end of the platform, facing Zhu Rong from afar.

A battle that will decide the future pattern of Great Wasteland is on the verge of eruption.

Upon the soft couch, Gu Yuan adjusted the fox fur on his body, shifting to a more comfortable posture.

He glanced at the solemn-faced Fuxi beside him, then at the flickering gaze of Kunpeng, and smiled inwardly.

He eagerly awaited the moment when his elder brother would reveal his true strength—what splendid expressions would these self-important ancient gods wear?

Because...

The current Di Jun is not one who has slain a corpse.

But is at the two-corpse realm.

At the summit of Mount Buzhou, winds and clouds changed color.

On one side stood the fire god Zhu Rong, transformed into a ten-thousand-zhang flame demon god, his body blazing with Nanming Lihuo flames that burn the heavens and boil the seas.

On the other side stood the Yao clan heavenly emperor Di Jun, clad in the Nine Dragon Imperial Robe, wearing the Heaven-Leveling Crown, his aura deep and profound, standing firm like a mountain.

The two greatest powers of Great Wasteland, not yet having moved, their clashing qi already caused countless Great Luo Golden Immortals beneath the platform to feel palpitations.

"Come!"

Zhu Rong roared loudly and struck first.

He used no treasures; for the ancestral witches, their tyrannical fleshly bodies are the strongest treasures.

A giant fist burning with raging flames, carrying terrifying power sufficient to shatter a great world, came straight for Di Jun's face.

Wherever the fist passed, space shattered layer by layer, turning into pitch-black void.

"A mere grain of rice's radiance—also dares to shine?"

A flicker of disdain crossed Di Jun's face.

Facing this heaven-destroying, earth-annihilating punch, he did not even move half a step.

He merely slowly raised his right hand.

In his palm, a cluster of golden flame quietly appeared.

That flame, initially only the size of a fist, yet emitted an aura surpassing all flames—supreme yang, supreme strength, supreme and ultimate.

Taizhen!

"Go."

Di Jun flicked his finger.

That mass of Taizhen transformed into a phantom of a Three-legged Jin Wu, facing Zhu Rong's fist, and rushed up.

Boom!

The flame giant fist and the Three-legged Jin Wu collided violently in mid-air.

In everyone's shocked gazes, Zhu Rong's Nanming Lihuo, which could burn mountains and boil seas, the moment it touched Taizhen, actually seemed to have met its Celestial Phenomenon, and was crazily devoured and assimilated.

In just a single breath's time, the flames on Zhu Rong's fist had mostly extinguished.

That Three-legged Jin Wu, however, seemed as if it had eaten a great tonic, its size swelling by a circle, its golden light growing more intense, letting out a high-pitched cry as it followed directly along Zhu Rong's arm, all the way up, burning toward his main body.

"What!"

Zhu Rong was greatly shocked and lost color.

He had never thought that his natal divine fire would actually be restrained by someone in this manner!

That golden flame seemed to be his Celestial Phenomenon, not only burning his Flesh Body, but even scorching his Primordial Origin!

"Scram!"

Zhu Rong Star Anger, his other hand fiercely slapped towards that persistently entangling Three-legged Jin Wu.

However, Di Jun's figure, however, like a ghost, appeared before him.

"Your opponent, is Us."

Di Jun's Voice in the Mind, cold without a trace of emotion.

He Finger as Sword, on his fingertip, a strand of pure, condensed to the extreme Taizhen, transformed into a slender golden thread, silently slicing towards Zhu Rong's neck.

Fast!

Too fast!

So fast that even Zhu Rong only had time to tilt his head slightly.

Chi!

The golden thread sliced past.

On Zhu Rong's left shoulder, a deep wound visible to the bone, charred black, was left.

At the wound, no fresh blood flowed out, only strands of golden flame, crazily drilling into his body, destroying his powerful Ancestral Witch True Body.

"Ah!"

Zhu Rong in pain, let out a Star Anger, he fiercely retreated, pulling distance from Di Jun.

He lowered his head looking at the wound on his shoulder, eyes full of disbelief.

He was injured.

In close-quarters brawling which he was most skilled at, in a single exchange, he was wounded by Di Jun!

"How is this possible... how can you be this strong?" Zhu Rong roared.

Di Jun Behead Shan Shi, Stepping Into Quasi-Sage, this matter all under heaven know.

Agreement even if Quansheng Chūqī, also impossible strong to this extent!