Chapter 358: The Eighth Sovereign King

After Feimeng's battle with that centaur ended.

Then came the fight between Gu She and a Niu Tou E Mo bearing a bull's head.

The charismatic host succubus, full of charm, once again swayed gracefully onto the arena.

Perhaps having learned from the previous "handshake" segment, she this time was unusually crisp and decisive, merely announcing the entrants with a seductive voice, then quickly adding, "The match can start at any time~"

Before the words finished, she slipped off the arena, leaving the stage entirely to the two contestants.

As per tradition, a few harsh words must be uttered before the fight to boost the momentum.

The Niu Tou E Mo, clearly well‑versed in this, stepped forward, smashing his massive fists—larger than a sand pot—together, producing a muffled "dong" that rippled the air.

He lowered his head, his bull‑sized eyes glowering at the Black Snake on the ground, still shorter than his knee; two streams of sulfur‑scented white smoke puffed from his nostrils, and in a voice like a great bell he sneered:

"Old man! Your era as ancient beings is long past! Now it is our…"

"Bang!!!"

His grand proclamation had barely begun when his vision suddenly blackened, as if a mountain moving at high speed had slammed into him!

Immediately after, a strong sense of weightlessness and suspension arrived, accompanied by whistling wind in his ears!

When he staggered back to regain his sight, he was horrified to find himself soaring upward at astonishing speed!

The arena beneath his feet shrank rapidly, turning in an instant into a trivial speck of black!

"What's happening?!" he thought in terror, desperately trying to channel his magical power to halt his body.

However, at the moment he tried to control his body, a barely perceptible, darkness‑so deep it seemed able to swallow all light—a black spark—silently appeared before his massive chest.

The instant the spark emerged, the Niu Tou E Mo's pupils contracted to needle‑point size, and boundless terror seized his heart!

"No—!!!"

He only managed a brief, desperate roar, and the black spark spread like ink dropped onto rice paper, expanding at incomprehensible speed to engulf his entire body!

There was no struggle, not even a speck of ash left.

The black flame burned silently; within a single breath, the massive Niu Tou E Mo's body was completely devoured, vanished into primordial void, as if it had never existed.

He never even had a chance to touch the ground.

On the arena, the Black Snake leisurely retracted its seemingly casually flicked tail, as if merely brushing away dust.

It was too lazy to look up at the sky's outcome; its molten‑gold vertical pupils turned directly toward Fei Meng, who was seated in the contestants' rest area watching.

Snake Tongue lightly hissed, a voice that could not be called unpleasant, even rather pleasant, rang out: "Your strength is still worthy of notice."

"But beating me is impossible."

"In Beelzebub's name, I'll give you a chance."

"You may use one move against me, your strongest move."

"I can wait for you to gather momentum."

As an ancient being famed for cunning and guile, it could have toyed with various schemes to win easily.

But facing a 'junior' like Fei Meng, resorting to those unsavory tricks would be unbecoming of its stature.

Thus, its words now were not empty; they truly offered Fei Meng a chance to give his all, even to lose with dignity.

Fei Meng heard this, felt a chill, then a hint of relief rose.

Having witnessed Gu She casually dispatch the Niu Tou E Mo, he had already entertained the thought of conceding outright.

After all, this truly is an ancient being who has seen God and accompanied God! Its strength absolutely surpasses his, who is still seeking his path.

But now, the opponent is willing to stand still and take his move… what an unexpected delight!

If I don't miss, what if… what if!?

Thus, Fei Meng hesitated not at all, rose instantly, walked toward the arena's center, and responded in a deep voice:

"Fine!!"

The next moment, he held nothing back; the aura around him erupted with a roar!

Behind him, three distinct yet equally powerful phantasmal figures materialized simultaneously!

One resembled a celestial sage, surrounded by pure qi, truly ethereal.

Another was cloaked in Holy Light, with luminous wings sprouting from its back, wielding a Holy sword!

The third was bathed in Buddha light, a merit golden wheel slowly rotating behind its head!

Adding Fei Meng's own pure Demon origin power, the Dao, Holy, Buddha, and Demon—four fundamentally different forces that should clash—now achieved a subtle balance and fusion within him!

To have cultivated and harmonized these four powers to such a degree within just a few years, Fei Meng's talent is truly astonishing!

Yet even against this combined full‑force strike, Gu She on the opposite side remained rooted, its molten‑gold vertical pupils showing not the slightest ripple.

It merely squinted slightly, as if appreciating a performance unrelated to itself.

"Watch this move!"

Fei Meng finished gathering power, let out a low roar, and the three phantasmal figures moved in unison with his body!

The Dao‑respect phantom brushed dust, drawing the surrounding pure qi into binding demon chains!

The Holy Light phantom raised the Holy sword, slashing a judgmental light that tore through darkness!

The Buddha phantom thrust a massive palm, the Wan Zi Fo Yin bearing boundless Buddhist law pressed down!

Fei Meng himself condensed all Demon power, forming a shadowy thrust that ripped space!

The four forces did not simply stack; under Fei Meng's exquisite control they intertwined and amplified, becoming a four‑colored torrent of destructive aura enough to make many great demons pale, surging toward Gu She!

Facing this combined strike capable of crushing or even killing a great demon, Gu She finally moved.

Its Black Light flashed, instantly transforming into the form of a young man clad in black full‑body armor.

Confronted by the surging four‑colored energy torrent, he calmly raised both hands, then lightly clapped in front of him.

"Snap."

A light sound, as casual as killing a mosquito.

But it was this seemingly casual strike—

Boom!!!!!!!!!

A terrifying gale of indescribable magnitude and unstoppable force suddenly erupted, centered on his outstretched palms!

That gale was no ordinary current, but a primordial storm imbued with rending laws and annihilating energy!

The four‑colored energy torrent met the primordial storm, and like snow confronting scorching sun, not even a ripple was stirred before it was instantly scattered, shattered, and reduced to void!

And Feimeng, standing behind the torrent, had no time to react, only feeling an irresistible colossal force slam into him!

Puff—!

His blood spurted wildly, and his whole body, like a stone hurled from a catapult, flew backward at a speed faster than his arrival, turning into a meteor that smashed through the arena's edge shield and vanished into the distant Di Yu Jian Zhu Qun!

However.

At least Feimeng survived, and his injuries weren't severe.

Gu She again assumed his original form and looked up toward the Mo Wang Tai:

"May we announce the result?"

On the stage.

"I'll make the announcement," Satan stood up, stepped forward, and proclaimed loudly:

"From now on."

"You are the eighth sovereign of Hell!"

"Then, what kind of king will you be? What is your royal title?"

Gu She seemed not to have thought ahead; for a moment he was conflicted and could only reply, "Considering........."

Satan nodded and again proclaimed loudly:

"Very well, from today onward, you are the King of Consideration!"

Gu She: "............"

"You****, I***."

Supplement: In the Old Holy Bible the serpent is not given a name, only called "the serpent," and is emphasized as "the most cunning of all living things in the fields."

The New Holy Bible states: the great dragon is that Gu She, named the Devil, also called Satan, who deceives the whole world.

I avoid setting conflicts here, so I only used the Old Holy Bible's setting.