Chapter 1732

"If that's the case, then it's quite interesting." Yamamoto Shangming's eyes rolled: "Chen Yu, I had people investigate him—he's indeed formidable, but according to Huaxia's Dharma Cultivation Realm classification, his strength is at the Spirit Rhinoceros Realm."

"If our master cannot even handle a Dharma Cultivator of the Spirit Rhinoceros Realm, then he..." The two exchanged glances, a silent understanding passing between them.

They needed to further confirm, after all, this matter is no small thing—now their so-called god is inferior to even a single Dharma Cultivator, so there's no need for them to be so reverent toward him.

Moreover, if they succeed in slaying the god, tearing out his tendons and flaying his skin, they could ascend to heaven in a single step, directly replacing Jiutun's current position.

Of course, this idea is merely something they entertain—they dare not act on it, after all, Jiutun is a legendary existence no matter how you put it.

But some thoughts, once sprouted in the depths of the heart, will grow into something extremely terrifying.

Late at night, in a secret base, a Red-robed Archbishop of the Apocalypse Society was preaching.

This Red-robed Archbishop is named Zuoteng—originally a drunkard, but he inadvertently entered the Apocalypse Society, was randomly selected, and became a Red-robed Archbishop.

This guy rose to prominence in a single step, living extravagantly, and he is lustful by nature—previously, he was taken away by police several times for indecent acts on the subway.

But now he can openly do these things, and more importantly, all women come to him willingly, letting him do whatever he pleases.

Currently, in his room, there are several girls, all naked, very obedient and docile—Zuoteng can command them to do anything at his whim.

Chen Yu appeared in the room—recently, the Apocalypse Society has been quiet, but only this Red-robed Archbishop named Zuoteng seems restless.

This guy specifically targets young, beautiful girls—first brainwashing them, instilling monotheism; if brainwashing fails, he uses his own power to force those girls.

He himself wants to exterminate the Apocalypse Society root and branch, so as soon as there's any movement from them, Chen Yu rushes over immediately.

As Zuoteng was lost in ecstasy, he suddenly shuddered, instinctively lifting his head—only to see a man standing before him, and this man was none other than Chen Yu, the one the Apocalypse Society has placed on its wanted list.

"When did you come in?" Zuoteng shuddered in fright.

Meanwhile, the few girls inside saw a stranger enter the room and all screamed, fleeing—soon the room was spotless, leaving only the two of them.

Zuoteng stood bare-chested, gripping a Divine Artifact in his hand, eyes locked on Chen Yu with full vigilance.

He clearly remembered that in the previous meeting, Chen Yu single-handedly challenged their five Red-robed Archbishops.

Although his status is slightly higher, he doesn't consider himself a match for Chen Yu.

However, he feels confident that even if he can't defeat Chen Yu, he might at least escape from Chen Yu's grasp?

Precisely because of this thought, he didn't flee immediately—because the blade in his hand is named 'Divine Talisman'.

Inside it is infused with a trace of Jiutun's Divine Power—he doesn't believe that with this in hand, Chen Yu could do anything to him.

"Not bad—using preaching as a cover to satisfy your private desires." Chen Yu sneered: "It seems the Apocalypse Society truly cannot spare a single one."

"Are you Chen Yu?" Zuoteng's arrogance had already sealed his fate—he coldly glanced at Chen Yu: "You don't match the rumors."

"How am I different from the rumors? And I'm curious—what am I like in the rumors?" Chen Yu asked, puzzled.

"Heh, I heard you directly beheaded our five Red-robed Archbishops in Xi'an—this shocked me. Those five guys often opposed me—good riddance." Zuoteng sneered: "But you look quite ordinary."

"So you think the deaths of those five weren't caused by me?" Chen Yu asked.

"Not really." After staring at Chen Yu for a long time, Zuoteng shook his head: "I feel more like you're just a soy sauce vendor."

"Enough, stop the nonsense." Chen Yu chuckled: "Ignorance, arrogance—this so-called national flaw is fully displayed in you."

"Whether I look like it or not doesn't matter—so long as I feel this trip wasn't wasted. You're one of the stronger among the Ten Red-robed Archbishops, holding a Divine Talisman—should be formidable. Kill you, and I can break the will of the other Apocalypse Society members."

"Ignorance." Zuoteng laughed, raising his Divine Talisman: "My Divine Talisman was personally granted by our master—it contains a drop of his essence blood. With this, I can fear nothing."

"You came here at just the right time—I'll use you to sacrifice the Divine Talisman, and let those five colleagues already in Hell see just how useless they are."

Zuoteng shouted, snatched up his blade, and slit his palm—blade light swirled, radiating immense arrogance for a moment.

Chen Yu stepped forward, grabbed with his right hand—his Lichen appeared in his hand, a whoosh as a cold light flared, like ripples spreading outward in all directions.

The rippling lasted only a moment, like splashes in water, then gradually faded away.

Chen Yu's strike was certain to kill—no need to see the result; he flickered, stepped forward, and vanished without a trace in an instant.

Zuoteng stood frozen, gripping his Divine Talisman tightly, motionless.

A wound appeared on his brow, then instantly he split in two, crashing to the ground with a boom.

"Trash, all trash..." After hearing the news, Jiutun raved hysterically.

In just a few days, several dojos were destroyed—half of the Apocalypse Society he personally raised has fallen into stagnation.

He truly didn't expect that Chen Yu, whom he encountered upon his awakening, would pose such a great threat to his development.

When he first awoke, he felt his opportunity had come—he had awakened before the other gods.

But he never imagined he'd be driven to distraction by a mere Chen Yu.

It seems the restrictions in the Heavenly Dao are not so easily overcome.

He indeed awakened before others, but the Heavenly Dao imposed heavy shackles on him, restricting his development.

"Master..." Yamamoto Shangming hesitated: "Chen Yu is now specifically targeting us—his strength... is very strong, so we currently have no good way to deal with him."

"So what do you want to do?" Jiutun's handsome face twisted slightly, his expression growing increasingly demonic.

He caught the implication in Yamamoto Shangming's words—meaning these people cannot handle Chen Yu.