Chapter 194

The God of Balance shot divine light from its eyes, striking Ange's fist and forming a radiant curtain that halted his punch.

Ange retracted Locke's hand, and his Dimension- piercing hand followed immediately, slamming down—but again, the divine light from the God of Balance's eyes blocked it. Ange ignored all, alternating his hands in a furious barrage.

"Huh, Master, don't you have the Dimension-piercing Hand? Why not just pass through?" Lu Se asked.

"No, the divine light moves—it can't be passed through," Negril replied, while warning Ange with his soul: "Beware his Equal Sacred Frame."

It feared Ange would lose control, shatter the God of Balance's skull, and then have his own skull explode too.

Indeed, the God of Balance, confident and unafraid, declared: "Kill me, and you die too—have you prepared to perish alongside me?"

Ange answered with blow after blow. The clash between fist and divine light clearly favored the fist—Ange's punches drew ever closer to the God of Balance's face.

"Kill me, and you die too! Do you really want mutual destruction?!" The God of Balance's voice now carried a hint of panic.

Ange paid no heed, pressing through the divine light and smashing his fist into the God of Balance's eye socket. Simultaneously, Ange's body rapidly erupted in scales, cascading upward from his feet.

"Dragon God Transformation? What is he doing?!" Negril exclaimed.

The fist struck the face. The God of Balance did not panic—he grinned. "You dare not kill me, huh? Oof! What's the point? As long as I shed this divine body, once my divine essence transfers, this cursed Tomb of the Undying can't hold me!"

The God of Balance roared under Ange's rain of blows, certain Ange would not dare kill him, certain he would not choose mutual destruction. The Equal Sacred Frame was his divine technique to restrain stronger beings—once used to guard against the Undying King. He refused to believe this skeleton was stronger than the Undying King.

Ange unleashed his final punch, his entire body fully transforming into the Dragon God Giant, then leaped backward. Just before he touched the ground, he froze utterly still.

Negril shouted in shock: "Time Dragon's time stop? What is he doing?!"

Moments later, the Tomb of the Undying exploded—the Tomb's guardian, its entire torso, shattered into fragments.

With the guardian obliterated, what lay inside was worse: the God of Balance's entire head vanished; his divine body split apart, exploding into pieces.

"Delayed concentrated burst—unified formation technique? Kua Bada! Time Dragon and Space Dragon's useless abilities—used like this? He's a genius!" Negril cried out, voice brimming with disbelief.

Lu Se scratched his head, desperate: "Master, Master, what does that mean? Explain it to us!"

Negril beamed with triumph: "Ha! See now—who dares say Time Dragon and Space Dragon's abilities are useless? This is a god-slaying technique! Time Dragon halts time; Space Dragon freezes space. But when used on an enemy, it affects the user too—originally useless."

"But Ange didn't use it on the enemy—he used it on himself. Combined with delayed concentrated burst—unified formation technique, he delayed the damage's explosion. By the time it detonated, he had already stopped his own time and frozen his own space. The Equal Sacred Frame's equal reflection cannot transcend time and space—it cannot activate."

Twenty seconds passed before Ange moved again. His feet touched the ground, unharmed; the scales on his body rolled back, returning to his skeletal form.

Almost the moment he landed, Ange rushed forward, lunging to the spot where the God of Balance had stood. His Dimension-piercing hand shot out, piercing space and reaching inside—when he pulled it back, it held a fragment of broken holy light.

Ange collapsed onto the ground, exhausted. The intense dizziness overwhelmed him—he no longer cared for caution. He bit down fiercely on the fragment of holy light.

Negril flew over, trembling as he stared at the fragment in Ange's hand: "A-Ange… that… isn't the God of Balance's divine essence, is it?"

Ange nodded, took another hard bite. Skeletons don't eat—they have no esophagus. This biting was merely motion; the shattered divine essence dissolved into energy and was absorbed into his soul.

True to its nature, the God of Balance's divine essence—after absorbing a portion, Ange recovered, his voice stiff: "Half."

"Half? Did the divine essence shatter?!" Negril gasped.

Ange nodded: "Shattered. Dead."

Negril drew a deep breath—he no longer needed to breathe, yet now he gasped anew: "Ange, you slew a god."

Ange tilted his head, confused: "Second."

Fine, second—Hemertos counted too. But the Insect God and the God of Balance were not even in the same league.

Yet Negril knew explaining the difference to Ange was pointless. To him, weren't they all gods? Slayed, and that was that.

"Then don't eat the divine essence! Can't you repair it? If you can fix it, you'd have the God of Balance's divine essence intact," Negril said.

Ange shook his head: "Tired. Won't sleep." He bit again, devouring the rest in three swift motions.

Defeating the God of Balance drained him terribly, leaving him as exhausted as when he killed Hemertos. Eating half a divine essence was just enough to recover—so he wouldn't collapse from fatigue again.

"Kua Bada! Half a divine essence—you treat it like a snack? I… I…" Negril was too furious to speak.

The little zombie ran over, grinning.

Ange tore off a piece and shoved it at him.

The little angel skipped over, bouncing, then made a huge circle with her hands.

Ange ignored her, tore off a piece roughly the same size as the zombie's, and shoved it at her.

The little angel pouted, her eyes darting to the zombie's hand.

The zombie startled, said nothing, shoved the entire piece into his mouth, and swallowed it whole.

Even a tiny fragment of divine essence—being that of a Light God—caused the zombie's seven orifices to glow, shrieking wildly.

The little angel pouted, bit down hard, and soon her seven orifices glowed, shrieking wildly too.

A tiny fragment was enough to sustain them for a long while.

After stewing in silence for a while, Negril couldn't help turning back, curious: "By the way, how did you think to use time stop to break the Equal Sacred Frame?"

Ange tilted his head: "It said so."

"It?" Negril guessed the meaning, but asked anyway.

"When I transformed. It said so."

Yes—it said so. It, inscribed in bloodline, passed down to all dragon descendants.

Negril sighed deeply. Too bad the dragon descendants had forgotten its power—could not even perform Dragon God Transformation, let alone activate these advanced teachings. Dragon God, your descendants are unworthy.

Deeply moved, yet soon distracted: "Ange, what's that on your head?"

There, atop Ange's head, a faint halo had appeared—gradually growing denser as he absorbed the divine essence.

In the Material Plane, in the Church's Hall of Gods, a statue of a deity with arms outstretched like a cross, a massive halo resting on its back, cracked open without warning.

PS

Everyone's been so supportive—the event hit 90% in a flash. But lately, I've had too many things to handle; keeping updates is already hard. Just wait—I'll burst with more chapters once my mother-in-law comes to help with the kid. Kneeling and splitting my legs in thanks.