"Yun Che, you son of a—! CNM@#&*!!"
Dian Jiuzhi completely lost his composure for the first time in his life. Yun Che had pushed the First Son of God in the Abyss past his breaking point.
Today, Dian Jiuzhi cursed more viciously than he ever had before. His fury reached a boiling point.
Initially, his resentment toward Yun Che was within a manageable threshold. He disliked the Dream Weaver Emperor's son, but that was all. However, as Yun Che continued to trample his limits, that dislike grew into a deep hatred—one that soon surpassed even what he could contain.
And just when he thought it couldn't get worse… Yun Che personally admitted that he and Hua Caili were already husband and wife.
It was the nightmare Dian Jiuzhi had always dreaded—ruthlessly confirmed before his eyes.
In that moment, the pain he felt pierced his heart and soul. His hatred for Yun Che surged beyond all reason, beyond the stars. Rationality was swept away, replaced only by bloodthirsty rage.
Only Yun Che's dismembered corpse could soothe even a fraction of that torment.
The Burning Hell Soul-Severing Spear in Dian Jiuzhi's hand trembled, as if resonating with its master's agony and wrath. A dim, crimson glow began to spread across the once silver-white spear.
A closer look revealed: that red glow wasn't just light—it was blood, flowing straight from Dian Jiuzhi's heart!
For truly, the most devastating weapon isn't one that wounds the body… but the soul.
Though they hadn't yet clashed in earnest, Yun Che's words alone had devastated Dian Jiuzhi. His mind was in ruins. His spirit, shattered.
Eyes bloodshot, his entire body radiated a murderous aura. Clenching the spear tightly, Dian Jiuzhi exploded with violent power.
"Senluo No-Trace!"
In a flash, Dian Jiuzhi vanished, reappearing instantly before Yun Che. This was the Senluo Divine Nation's most powerful movement technique—Senluo Invisibility.
By infusing one's feet with profound energy and unleashing it in a high-speed burst, a backlash vortex forms, creating a teleportation-like effect.
This wasn't a probing attack. It was a sudden, lethal strike. Dian Jiuzhi was going for the kill!
The Burning Hell Soul-Severing Spear surged toward Yun Che like a falling meteor. A scorching sensation tore at Yun Che's soul—he had been caught off guard.
"Seal the Clouds, Lock the Sun!"
In desperation, Yun Che instinctively activated the Heretic God Barrier.
Now that he no longer needed to hide his power, his full strength erupted in an instant. Protected by the Heretic God's divine shield, he rapidly retreated, putting several body lengths between himself and Dian Jiuzhi.
"Dian Jiuzhi! Are you really trying to kill me?" Yun Che demanded coldly, his brows drawn together. His tone held a trace of persuasion—perhaps still clinging to some illusion of peace.
"I didn't expect you to block that," Dian Jiuzhi said with a grim smile. "I underestimated you. But Yun Che, after what you've done, you still pretend to stand on righteous ground? If I don't offer your flesh and blood as tribute today, I'll never rid myself of this hatred!"
"First move of the Jueluo Divine Spear—Nether River: Burning Sin!"
The Jueluo Divine Spear, forged by the deity Jueluo himself, possessed three devastating techniques—each containing unimaginable destructive force.
As the technique ignited, green mist billowed from burning bones, and thousands of crimson souls danced like ghostly flames. Worst of all, apocalyptic fire rained endlessly. Under this spear, there was no reincarnation.
Dian Jiuzhi raised his spear high. Dark blue flames of the underworld erupted from its tip, sweeping through the air and dragging along with it the gales of the Nine Netherworlds.
Burning Sin of the Nether River targeted the enemy's weak points. Any wound it inflicted would ignite a Yin Fire that burned eternally—retribution for sins of past lives.
"Yellow Spring Ashes!"
Yun Che unleashed the Golden Crow Divine Flame, a sacred flame of holy light, directly countering the underworld fire. The divine radiance of the Golden Crow instantly devoured the abyssal blue flames.
While the Yellow Spring Ashes alone weren't enough to overpower the Burning Sin, the elemental suppression of the flames rendered Dian Jiuzhi's attack completely ineffective.
"You continue to surprise me. You even subdued the ancient divine flame," Dian Jiuzhi admitted. After just a few exchanges, he realized Yun Che's strength far exceeded his expectations.
He had assumed that, as someone in the eighth level of the Divine Destruction Realm, he could crush Yun Che without effort. But clearly, Yun Che was no pushover.
"There's a vast difference in cultivation between us," Yun Che said, confidence surging. "But once I reach the Divine Destruction Realm… you won't even be qualified to face me."
To others, such words would sound like delusional arrogance. But from Yun Che… they rang frighteningly true.
"Hmph! Big talk for someone still at the fourth level of the Divine Lord Realm. You'll never get the chance to reach the Divine Destruction Realm!" Dian Jiuzhi growled.
"Second move—Thousand Souls: Cinder Scales!"
Dian Jiuzhi spun his spear, conjuring hundreds of crimson afterimages. Dark spell sigils shimmered along the shaft.
Each spear beam carried the power to burn through soul and body alike. The moment they landed, one would feel like their five senses were consumed in a sea of fire—the true essence of Cinder Scales.
Burning Sin was a physical strike. Cinder Scales assaulted the soul. Together, they were a lethal combination.
No peer in the Senluo Divine Nation had ever withstood two of Dian Jiuzhi's moves.
"Dragon God Domain!"
Yun Che released the might of the Dragon God—his strongest spiritual technique.
A divine dragon's roar shook the heavens, sweeping across the battlefield.
The hundreds of incoming spear shadows vanished instantly in that thunderous roar.
Yun Che had no fear of spiritual combat. Though his cultivation was inferior, the level of his ancient dragon soul was high enough to bridge the gap.
Dian Jiuzhi's expression grew cold. The amusement was gone. He now regarded Yun Che as a worthy opponent.
"Yun Che… who is your master, to raise a monster like you?"
"You're not worthy to know his name. Dian Jiuzhi… it's not too late to stop. This doesn't have to end in death."
Yun Che stood tall, holding his heavy sword, unwavering. Though outmatched in realm, he had countered every attack with precision.
"Heh… it's been a long time since I had to use this."
Dian Jiuzhi exhaled slowly, adjusting his state to its peak.
"Third move—Endless Flame of Calamity!"
With a thunderous slam, Dian Jiuzhi reversed the spear and drove its butt into the ground. The earth split apart. A pillar of blood-red flame erupted from the spear tip, engulfing a radius of ten feet in a hellish inferno.
This final move demanded a sacrifice of one's own blood and essence. It was said to manifest the Avici Hell on earth—unstoppable even to those several realms above.
The moment the flames appeared, Yun Che smiled.
Surprisingly, he made no effort to dodge.
"You idiot! You dared to take my Flame of Calamity head-on?" Dian Jiuzhi sneered. "What a shame—I didn't even get to shred your bones or carve your flesh. This didn't ease my hatred in the slightest."
He withdrew the spear and shook his head in regret, convinced Yun Che had been reduced to ash.
But before the regret could fade from his face—he saw it.
A figure emerged from the blood-red flames, tall and unscathed.
"It's far too early to celebrate," Yun Che said coldly, contempt in his eyes. "If this is all you've got, then I question whether you're truly worthy of the title: First Son of God."
"Impossible!!" Dian Jiuzhi staggered back two steps, eyes wide in disbelief.
He knew the power of his final move. It could incinerate enemies of equal realm, even grievously wound those above. No one should've walked away from it unscathed.
Yet Yun Che stood there, untouched.
His very existence defied Dian Jiuzhi's logic.
For the first time, a sliver of fear pierced through his pride.
Yun Che, still at the fourth level of the Divine Lord Realm, had overpowered someone at the eighth level of the Divine Destruction Realm. This was no longer a battle—it was a revelation.
And it terrified him.
A monster like Yun Che… if left to grow… could he even stand shoulder to shoulder with Yuanhuang one day?
No. Dian Jiuzhi wouldn't allow it.
He had to destroy Yun Che now, before it was too late.
"Myriad Things in the Universe—Jueluo Divine Realm!"
A vast power engulfed the battlefield.
A silver halo descended from above, bathing Yun Che and Dian Jiuzhi in divine radiance.