Chapter 162
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Chapter 162: Title
"Hiss—have you noticed something’s off?"
Zhao Ting glanced at his temporary companions. As a lone wolf with Tier Two strength, he barely met the Heavenly Law Battleground’s selection criteria.
In Zhongxia, extraordinary individuals not affiliated with official factions often took on roles resembling bodyguards within other organizations.
Raw power alone couldn’t solve every societal problem.
"Even fools can tell these monsters are getting smarter."
"What should we do now?"
"Run, obviously!"
The group scrambled to find an escape route, each member regretting their decision to seek supposed opportunities at the battleground. Greed had clouded their judgment.
Their chaotic retreat scattered the party. Zhao Ting kept fleeing until he collided with an invisible barrier, rebounding several meters.
His vision swam before clearing to reveal a silver-gray suited man with white tousled hair. The East Asian-featured figure stood lean but not frail, studying him with detached interest.
A shiver ran down Zhao Ting’s spine as he recognized the cultivator’s superior aura. Forcing an ingratiating smile, he stammered, "My apologies! I didn’t see you there."
Cultivation hierarchies became apparent without conscious suppression. This white-haired stranger radiated power far beyond Tier Two.
Survival instinct trumped pride. Though Zhongxia’s laws governed extraordinary individuals, only fools provoked their betters.
The silver-suited man’s gaze shifted past Zhao Ting.
"Big shot—" the words froze in his throat as an explosive force launched him against a tree. The white-haired man calmly withdrew his foot, a pocket-sized pistol materializing in his hand.
Clutching his bruised ribs, Zhao Ting opened his mouth to protest when gunfire cracked the air.
A silver bullet buried itself in a monster’s forehead where he’d stood moments before. The creature collapsed—different from their earlier pursuers.
Zhao Ting’s breath hitched. He hadn’t sensed its approach.
The white-haired man holstered his weapon.
"Big shot! Need a subordinate? Consider me—" Zhao Ting blurted.
Seki found Zhongxia’s inhabitants perplexing. Her disguised infiltration into the Heavenly Law Battleground had proceeded smoothly, the local deities failing to detect her true nature.
Teleportation had deposited her amidst falling creatures reeking of Abyssal aura—degenerate beings lacking the cunning of true abyssal creatures. Yet within thirty minutes, their intelligence had visibly sharpened.
Her unease grew. Abyssal corruption transformed victims into monsters nearly matching genuine abyssal creatures in ferocity. This battlefield training ground couldn’t possibly employ real abyssal beings… could it?
Hein barely restrained a furious outburst. He had sealed his cultivation to accompany Hell’s current Son on this venture, never expecting they’d be separated so swiftly after arrival.
To be precise, the Son had been teleported to some unknown location.
Releasing his suppressed power, Hein obliterated swathes of monsters, only to draw attention from stronger abyssal creatures. Though initially concerned about overexertion, he discovered his unrestrained power flowed freely without consequence.
Abandoning his search for Hell’s Son, he focused solely on eliminating every obstruction before him.
As Hein concluded his slaughter, a familiar figure materialized. The demon’s lips curled in a mirthless smile. "There’s an Eastern proverb for this. What do we call it? Fated foes meeting on a narrow path?"
"Demon. You."
"Indeed," Hein chuckled, all mockery and no warmth. "Shouldn’t the mighty Holy Paladin be guarding his precious Son? What brings you here?"
Augustus’ knuckles whitened around his sword hilt, his composure fracturing visibly.
Hein’s derisive snort cut through the air. "We owe your Holy Light Church our gratitude. How else would Hell have gained its Son? Your generosity knows bounds, Holy Paladin Augustus."
Damned faith and its unfair advantages! That blind devotion let divine spells escalate absurdly. Hein recalled when Augustus couldn’t have defeated him single-handedly. Now the man could channel angelic manifestations?
Rage simmered hotter with each thought – both at this injustice and the vanished Son he’d sworn to protect. Augustus made a convenient target for his fury.
If victory proved elusive, retreat remained an option.
"You – where is Son Loral?"
"Our Son concerns you not," Hein drawled, demonic wings rippling as dark magic coalesced in his palm. "Tend to your own flock." The lethal energy surged toward Augustus – poetic repayment for that treacherous sword thrust during Loral’s defection.
Augustus retaliated instantly, honor-bound to answer a demon’s provocation.
Thus began the first violent clash between supposed "allies" – though light and darkness were never truly aligned. Their conflict became contagion, spreading rapidly.
Elsewhere, a gray light cocoon pulsed with gathering power. Each monster’s death fed its swelling aura. Within thirty minutes of the abyssal creatures gaining sentience, the cocoon loomed colossal, its towering silhouette discernible across vast distances.
Perched on a trembling branch, Lin Jing observed the distant anomaly through narrowed eyes. "It’s expanding rapidly."
The structure towered fifty meters at minimum, ambiguous as either egg or chrysalis. Both vessels nurtured life – but what manner of existence brewed within? Lin Jing’s instincts screamed connection to the rampaging hordes.
His analysis proved accurate. When monster numbers dwindled sufficiently, the cocoon ruptured. From its writhing gray fog emerged a leviathan that began harvesting lives with methodical cruelty.
Its deafening roars reverberated universally, meaningless chaos to all except perhaps the colossal monster’s own system – sole interpreter of those primal screams.
“This feeling is just incredible—”
“Hahaha! One kick per extraordinary individual – crush them all!” Jiang Nan’s exhilarated shouts dissolved into bestial roars echoing across the battlefield.
His intervention came not a moment too soon – the abyssal creatures teetered on defeat.
Victory was non-negotiable. Their loss would be his own, forcing Jiang Nan to manifest as the Abyssal Giant for a merciless harvest.
Why not reveal his true form? The answer was obvious – survival. Among the hundred thousand extraordinary individuals present lurked reality’s power brokers, and his trampled victims included Zhongxia soldiers and high-level operatives. Exposure meant being drowned in collective wrath.
“What cosmic horror is this? We can’t win!”
“Prepare your final prayers.”
“Where are the prophesied saviors?”
“Even elites are helpless!”
“Where’s Dragon Lord?”
“Why aren’t the elf priests here?”
Chaos reigned supreme.
Brute power often dictates war’s rhythm – a truth now brutally evident.
Jiang Nan’s arrival triggered monstrous empowerment. Extraordinary individuals fell like wheat before scythes, many perishing without knowing their executioners.
The Special Bureau’s VIP live stream broadcast every gory detail, transforming viewers’ initial fascination into collective fury. Desperate comments flooded the Heavenly Law Battleground feed:
[This isn’t training – it’s extermination!]
[Wait till my idol trains a century – he’ll decapitate that monstrosity!]
[Crushed skulls = definite death. Fight me.]
[Ghost cultivators cheating – can’t double-die!]
[World-ending disaster incoming! Who’ll save us if elites perish?!]
[What eldritch abomination IS that giant?!]
[Where are the legendary heroes?]
[National forces MIA! Send reinforcements!]
[Where’s that fraudulent Heavenly Law Champion? STOP THIS BLOODBATH!!]
