Chapter 483: People like you should be surrounded and beaten

When this smoke and dust that could distort external perception slowly dissipated, Zidian found himself in a strange darkness.

But experienced as He was, He did not panic; instead, as always, He kept his tough mouth to the fullest.

"Hmph, do you really think you can sneak attack me with this kind of underhanded trick? Shengguang, you now are despicable!"

He loudly condemned it, then raised both hands, preparing to put into practice the theory of breaking myriad laws with a single force, using his own lightning to tear open this cage outright,

But before He could act, He saw the darkness ahead split open like a burst balloon.

Gazing at the things that appeared around after the darkness vanished, Zidian Shen surveyed the surroundings without changing expression, took a deep breath, and spoke calmly.

"You... aren't here to beat me up, are you?"

"Hehe, what do you say?"

Ji Ming deliberately dove into the smoke and dust indeed to seek shelter, but what he wanted to protect might not be himself, nor those magic dragons.

Thus, at the instant Zidian Shen rushed in, he also entered the teleportation array that Ji Ming had previously placed here when he took the decoy potted plant, and together they stumbled into the underground city.

Or rather, belonging to the Upper God, filled with various big guys, even a True God entering would likely lose his head, abandoning a clone to flee—this present-world divine kingdom.

This is also Ji Ming's confidence, despite lacking certainty of victory, to dare to wrangle with Zidian Shen in public, shouting and jeering.

Anyway, when I meet a strong enemy I just open the teleportation array and run away; if the enemy has the ability, let them come in and feel what 'infinite energy' is.

So when the naive and ignorant Zidian Shen stumbled in seeking revenge, all around had already been filled with people.

From the startup team that came from the 'Code Name: Yangyue' era, to the large numbers of staff recruited boldly during internal testing and later public testing, plus the section chiefs and directors that these staff themselves gradually hired to join the work……

Even though Ji Ming didn't like outsourcing his personal grudges to players, relying solely on his own forces he still filled that corner, cleared out specially for repelling outsiders, to the brim.

"…"

Actually, if it were just being surrounded by a crowd, given Zidian Shen's level of tough-mouthedness, he would definitely still try to resist.

But upon seeing that there was a level‑90 contemporary top combat power present, and that two of them appeared at once, His heart instantly turned chilly.

Upon discovering that there was even an old acquaintance of His among them, He immediately let out a startled cry.

"Xi Er Wei Ya? You filthy angel, you're actually still alive!"

As the resounding 'Hong Hong Hong' from the Riyan Church back then, the Grand Archangel's personal IP remains deeply ingrained in people's minds, so much that even after ten thousand years it can still be remembered.

But she obviously wasn't happy about that; instead, she gripped her flaming longsword and pointed at Zidian Shen, whose reputation had always been terrible, and began to scold.

"What do you mean 'still alive'? Open your toad eyes and look—none of you died after you!"

"Ah? You're too brutal—how can you start with true damage?"

"Besides, I'm not the only one here who knows you; if you're really blind, why not let me give you another chance to take a good look?"

"Take a good look?"

Zidian Shen hurriedly scanned everyone around with his divine sense again, and indeed found that there truly were some, and not just one… at least two!

"You are… wait a moment… I feel somewhat familiar… this is the aura of the Anyan Imperial Family; how could there be people of the Anyan Imperial Family here?!"

His burly frame shuddered as he pointed at a "person" in the corner.

"Who are you? Crown Prince? Or Eighth Princess? I just know that monsters like you are sure to bring calamity for a thousand years!"

"Uh! This…"

The ordinary‑looking youngster in the crowd instantly fell into a state of fear.

"Zidian Sir, actually… I… I don't know either!"

But after a bit of fidgeting, he suddenly lifted his head, and as he narrowed his eyes his voice turned hoarse.

"Zidian Shen, back when we met in the Royal Capital we had a nodding acquaintance; I never expected that after ten thousand years you'd still be in the same sorry state."

Being able to switch instantly between cowardice and courage, the speaker naturally is a agglomeration of dozens of personalities, with the Third Prince of the Anyan Empire, Apu'er, as its core, formed from the Anyan Imperial Family's descendants.

With Second Sister Tiya and Old Twenty‑three Selus, plus the other siblings mixing in, they chattered on and on about embarrassing stories of Zidian Shen, thereby making him flush with anger.

"You, you guys! Damn, youngsters are sharp‑tongued, I won't bother with you!"

Zidian Shen dared not act rashly, and finding the insult unbearable, he hurriedly changed the subject, pointing toward another direction.

"Um, the other one… uh… you… your aura seems somewhat familiar—who are you again?"

"Me? I am the giant tree at the world's end."

The third ten‑thousand‑year‑old monster is naturally Geresen; to prove his words he transformed, shifting from his most frequent giant deer form into a "small tree" of the same volume.

"I joined the Guangming United Army because the followers of the Guisen Shen wanted to chop me down as an offering to their god; this happened after your death, so it's normal you wouldn't know."

Probably desensitized by everyone's mockery, Zidian Shen did not immediately react with a gasp, but instead uttered a sarcastic yin‑yang remark.

"World's end? Oh, you're that monster tree that refuses to bear fruit."

Probably feeling that this big log looks foolish, likely a soft persimmon, he went on to mock.

"I thought you were just an ancient legend, but I didn't expect you to actually have your own consciousness—awesome, you can even speak!"

"Who knows whether it's from hanging out with players too long or if Geresen's bones are also poisonous—he actually retorted with a sarcastic remark."

"Sir, since even this toad of yours can speak, it shouldn't be too much for a ten‑thousand‑year‑old tree to want to speak, right?"

"Ten‑thousand years, ah, ten‑thousand years……"

Zidian Shen didn't continue the verbal sparring, because He had entered a special state called Disillusionment.

This is quite normal; it's like if one day you worked overtime desperately, saved up money, and secretly headed alone to the Antarctic wilderness to survive.

Braving thorns and hardship, after nine deaths and one life, you finally reached the Antarctic Point, but before you could run a lap to celebrate, you suddenly saw three tourists in short clothes approaching from afar.

Looking closer, they turned out to be Brother Dao, Brother Hu, and Old Eight of Shicheng.

They clicked click‑click, took a bunch of photos, and finally gave you one as well.

Then they looked at you with a smiling squint and said,

"Hey, what a coincidence—how come you're also strolling around here?"

By then you will surely emit a sharp bursting sound, and then enter the same state as Zidian Shen now.

——How can any random BYD revive after ten thousand years!

Even if one could spend ten thousand years alone, although its essence is merely a fragment of consciousness, Purple Lightning still possesses the tenacity befitting a deity.

Therefore, these psychic attacks did not leave Him prostrate for long; He gritted His teeth and rose again.

"Fake, all of it's fake! This is impossible!"

He let out a sharp scream, pointing at the people around Him and began to spin wildly.

"I went through so much trouble to finally resurrect after ten thousand years; how could there possibly be so many people still alive!?"

"Holy Light God, come out! You must be deceiving me, but I am a True God, one of the Four Great Holy Gods! You can't fool me!!"

"Oh dear, Your Divine Majesty, please stop shouting!"

The Third Prince, who knows how to sympathize, grabbed a coat and hurriedly squeezed out of the crowd.

There was no way; the two elders in the team both belonged to the Light Alliance, and in both status and strength they completely outclassed me—how could I, as a member of the Dark Flame royal family's collective known as 'Apple', not feel intimidated?

Now that I've finally managed to see an old acquaintance after great difficulty, I naturally want to quickly think of a way to win them over—best to immediately turn them to our side, then huddle together with their siblings for warmth.

So he, like a loyal little eunuch, put clothes on the Purple Lightning God while advising.

"My lord, if I may say, you'd better surrender quickly; these people are ruthless—none who enter can leave, none who oppose them can survive, and your stubbornness here is useless!"

But the Purple Lightning God did not accept this favor; instead, He let out a low growl, and while electrifying that garment into powder, He seized what appeared to be the collar on the Third Prince's clothing and roared.

"Don't spout this nonsense here; don't think I don't know—back then it was you who betrayed me, otherwise I couldn't have lost, you bunch of bastards!"

That said, the Third Prince still understands 'cherishing fragrance and valuing jade'; being subjected to a close‑range dragon‑like roar from the Purple Lightning God didn't make him angry.

Instead, it turned into liquid, dodging the Purple Lightning God's slap and re‑condensing three steps away from Him.

Seeing that the Third Prince's appeasement strategy failed to solve the problem, the second sister, Tya, who is most adept at intrigue among the siblings, stepped forward again.

And without hesitation, she opened with a howl, moreover mixed with that deep‑seated resentment, a terrifying ghostly sound.

"Purple Lightning! Don't spurn the toast and then drink the penalty; we came to talk to you out of goodwill—don't you want to know what the situation really is now?"

This thing that carries a soul‑attack, once it drills into the ears, is truly chilling to the heart and uplifting to the spirit, and it also lets Purple Lightning barely regain a bit of reason.

His face flushed red from holding back.

"Then speak!"

Thus Tya roughly shared with Purple Lightning the information she knew, briefly put.

"—They did this, then that, hey! Awesome! You can't beat them, the waters are deep, you can't grasp it, just surrender."

But Purple Lightning actually heard nothing else, because as soon as Tya said that this place belonged to an 'existence stronger than a True God', His brain crashed outright.

After a long silence, just as He opened His mouth, He heard a sentence.

"It's all true! Purple Lightning, I have no need to deceive you!"

In fact, hearing this conglomeration of royal‑family consciousness say this, the Purple Lightning God was already somewhat shaken.

After all, it's still that saying: having died, endured ten thousand years, just revived, and even obtained a remarkably strong body, He could not possibly be unafraid of dying again.

But the same saying also holds: Purple Lightning is a big toad that likes to talk back; put nicely, He's tsundere.

Furthermore, given a deity's reserve, He should at least go through three refusals and three yields.

So He still chose to put on a sour, disgusted face.

"You say surrender means surrender—wouldn't that make Me lose face? I will not surrender."

Tya was about to continue persuading when she heard applause‑accompanied praise from behind.

"Good, truly worthy of being the Purple Lightning God—just brave!"

"Huh?"

Watching the Holy Light God reappear, Purple Lightning subconsciously swallowed.

"Are you the existence that it spoke of, stronger than a True God?"

"Yes, I am a Supreme God, an existence descended from a higher dimension."

Saying this, Ji Ming slowly approached Him, his tone flat, as if stating an objective fact.

"So, in order to respect my bottom line and also your dignity, I have decided to accept your request not to surrender, and firmly will annihilate you."

"Oh, you accept… accept what!?"

Purple Lightning God froze for a moment, thinking His ears had deceived Him, and involuntarily exclaimed.

"Wait, you've got it backwards! Shouldn't it be… accepting… uh ah!"

Before He could finish speaking, He felt His brain as if being pricked by needles, a sharp pain.

Then two invisible large hands, one on each side, like a massage alternating light and heavy, began kneading His thoughts.

These were Ji Ming and Silvia acting simultaneously, using their psychic magic to attack and suppress Purple Lightning God's consciousness.

Such immense psychic power directly stunned the nearby Apple; or else Tya reacted quickly, grabbing that chaotic mass and hastily retreating.

After all, their very existence is a moving trash heap; if drawn in, they might well be crushed apart on the spot.

"You… are truly despicable!"

Moreover, Purple Lightning God is no less than a near‑becoming otherworldly Yuri entity; attacked simultaneously by eye‑demons and angels whose strength is not inferior to His own, and this being a sudden ambush, the great toad can still barely speak.

At the same time, He dug His fingernails into the ground in a regular back‑and‑forth motion, as if trying to carve some sort of formation to help Himself escape.

This is also the fundamental reason why Ji Ming just now allowed everyone to engage in a war of words with Purple Lightning God, even letting 'Apple' boldly go over to persuade surrender.

Whether this Purple Lightning God beast will surrender or not, He doesn't care and won't accept it; but if we can completely break Purple Lightning God's defenses, lowering the difficulty of our own psychic assault on Him, this matter is very important.

Thus Purple Lightning was indeed ambushed, the enemy's strength still being so great as to possess endless magical power.

Even if He exerted all His strength to resist, He could only feel His thoughts gradually stagnating, the guiding sigil He was about to finish drawing also slowly grinding to a halt, completely losing any chance to break free of control.

"I… you… I'm not resigned…"