Chapter 118: The Sovereign's Trial Begins (Part Two)

Under the manipulation of the God of Slaughter, the sea of blood and murderous clouds spanning a million miles twisted downward like a tornado, coalescing into a three-zhang-long blood spear.

The three-zhang blood spear was entirely crimson, yet its tip shimmered with a single point of white light.

That white light at the spear’s tip was the condensed radiance of boundless slaughtering power.

The blood spear first surged from the heavens, then plummeted like a falling star, stirring up storms of spiritual energy by the billions, tearing through layers of space, and accompanied by black spatial rifts, it roared toward the Martial Soldier Celestial Sovereign.

On the debating platform, the God of Slaughter launched his assault on the Martial Soldier Celestial Sovereign, while the myriad gods below buzzed with discussion.

“What a formidable slaughtering power. The God of Slaughter truly is impressive.”

“So what if he’s impressive? He’s brainless. I once thought him brave and cunning, but he’s just a fool with courage and no strategy!”

“Exactly. No matter how strong the God of Slaughter is, can he be stronger than the Twelve Celestial Sovereigns? To dare attack the Martial Soldier Celestial Sovereign, the God of Slaughter is courting death!”

Among ten million gods, there were ten million opinions.

The divine assembly’s views on the God of Slaughter’s attack ranged from admiration to scorn and disdain.

Yet all agreed on one point: the God of Slaughter could never stand against the Martial Soldier Celestial Sovereign.

However, Zhu Long did not share this consensus.

In the primordial era of the Great Desolation, unlike the later ancient and post-ancient ages where rank-jumping challenges were commonplace, the cultivation hierarchy was strict and forbade such reckless challenges.

In that primordial age, the beings born within the Great Desolation were mighty gods and demons with formidable physiques, their own bodies being the most powerful artifacts. They followed the path of proving the Dao through strength alone, fearless of any treasure or spell—one force could subdue ten.

Therefore, the suppression of cultivation realms between beings was an impassable chasm.

Apart from the Three Thousand Primordial Gods and Demons, no being could challenge beyond their rank—at most, they could challenge beyond their level within the same rank.

However, from the ancient age onward, the spiritual energy of the Great Desolation waned, making it difficult to give birth to supremely powerful innate gods and demons.

The populace grew weak, turning to reverence of immortals, valuing treasures and spells in battle, following the path of law supremacy.

Thus, a powerful treasure or divine ability could overturn battle outcomes and achieve rank-jumping challenges.

Now was the primordial era; by all logic, the God of Slaughter, a lower-tier god lord, could never defeat the Martial Soldier Celestial Sovereign, who was of a higher rank.

Unless the God of Slaughter wielded a supreme innate treasure. But even then, how could he activate such a treasure?

At the moment of revealing an innate treasure, it would likely be seized by the Divine Emperor Nanluo through great divine arts and power.

Although fully aware the God of Slaughter could not defeat the Martial Soldier Celestial Sovereign, Zulong’s prophecy foretold that the God of Slaughter would cause a startling upheaval.

Out of trust in Zulong, Zhu Long still believed the God of Slaughter might survive.

It was survival, not victory—Zhu Long simply could not accept the harsh reality that a lower-tier god lord could defeat a higher-tier one.

“What overwhelming slaughtering radiance—its power already comparable to the full strike of a mid-tier god lord. The God of Slaughter truly ranks among the top ten in the Dao debate. Though his cultivation is only lower-tier, his combat strength rivals mid-tier god lords,” Zhu Long observed the three-zhang blood spear aimed at the Martial Soldier Celestial Sovereign, quietly contemplating the pervasive slaughtering power upon it.

“Still, with just this strength, he likely cannot harm the Martial Soldier Celestial Sovereign, let alone shake the prestige of the Divine Court.”

“God of Slaughter, what ultimate move do you have left?!” Zhu Long watched the God of Slaughter, pondering Zulong’s prophecy, his heart stirred.

...

On the debating platform.

As one of the few remaining Primordial Gods and Demons since the creation of heaven and earth, the Martial Soldier Celestial Sovereign would never make the mistake of underestimating any opponent.

Most primordial gods and demons who erred so had long since perished in ceaseless slaughter.

Watching the fiercely charging three-zhang blood spear, the Martial Soldier Celestial Sovereign did not believe the God of Slaughter could harm him but would not underestimate the assault either.

If that blood spear contained some unknown power that caught him off guard and caused injury, would that not be a lifelong regret? How could he face the gods of the Divine Court and all beings of the Great Desolation then?

Moreover, given the God of Slaughter's background, his participation in the Dao Debate Ceremony, his presence on the Divine Court’s debating platform, and his eventual place among the top ten debaters all indicated an unimaginable backing.

That presence should be of the same realm as the Divine Emperor Himself.

A peerless existence beneath the divine sacredness!

The Martial Soldier Celestial Sovereign’s myriad thoughts flooded his mind, and his warily iron-blooded eyes fixed on the God of Slaughter. Suddenly, he laughed and said, “Hmph! You are but a petty ferocious beast, yet you dare speak arrogantly and challenge the Divine Court? Deserve to be executed!”

What?! The God of Slaughter is a ferocious beast?!

The Martial Soldier Celestial Sovereign’s revelation of the God of Slaughter’s true identity stirred waves among the gods.

“No wonder the slaughtering aura upon the God of Slaughter is so fiercely murderous. Turns out he is a fearsome ferocious beast!”

“Heavens! A ferocious beast has infiltrated the Dao Debate Ceremony and even made the top ten! This is terrifying!”

...

As the Martial Soldier Celestial Sovereign had expected, the truth that the God of Slaughter belonged to the ferocious beast clan caused uproar among the gods, inciting fear, hatred, and hostility.

Ferocious beasts were creatures born from the world’s resentment, malevolent energy, and murderous intent—living to kill and dying for killing. Naturally, they were detested by the Great Desolation and loathed by all its races.

The Great Desolation’s myriad races treated the ferocious beast clan, abhorred by heaven and earth, with but one word: Kill!

“Kill the ferocious beast! Kill the ferocious beast! Kill the ferocious beast!...”

The frenzied cries erupted seemingly from nowhere, fueled by terror and hostility toward the ferocious beasts, and the millions of gods present joined in the call for the God of Slaughter’s eradication.

However, the Divine Emperor Nanluo, Zhu Long, Feng Huang, and other powerful ones already knew the God of Slaughter’s origins and naturally showed no surprise.

On the contrary, upon hearing the Martial Soldier Celestial Sovereign’s words, these mighty beings expressed admiration for him.

Divine Emperor Nanluo’s impression of the Martial Soldier Celestial Sovereign was greatly enhanced.

Nanluo had thought the Martial Soldier Celestial Sovereign was rigid and inflexible, but now saw him as quick-witted and cunning.

As the pinnacle of malevolence, the ferocious beasts were despised by heaven and earth, yet the God of Slaughter had infiltrated the Divine Court, participated in the Dao Debate Ceremony, and even ranked among the top ten.

The God of Slaughter’s power was undeniable, and behind him stood a peerless strength.

Therefore, the God of Slaughter’s final move must be extraordinarily powerful, perhaps even threatening the Martial Soldier Celestial Sovereign.

As the representative of the Divine Court to suppress the God of Slaughter, a victory by the Martial Soldier Celestial Sovereign was expected.

In the eyes of the gods, his triumph over the God of Slaughter was a given.

But if he failed, the Martial Soldier Celestial Sovereign could not bear the responsibility.

Especially since the God of Slaughter was a ferocious beast—if this truth spread and the Martial Soldier Celestial Sovereign lost to him, he would only have death left to atone.

Facing such a dilemma, the Martial Soldier Celestial Sovereign chose to reveal the God of Slaughter’s true identity, directing the gods’ hatred and focus onto him.

Then, even if the Martial Soldier Celestial Sovereign lost, Divine Emperor Nanluo would not allow it.

After all, the divine race could tolerate losing to the Great Desolation’s myriad races but could never accept defeat by the Great Desolation’s mortal enemy—the ferocious beast clan.

One was simply a matter of victory and defeat; the other was a matter of stance, a political issue on a grand scale.

How could the wise and mighty Divine Emperor Nanluo not perceive the Martial Soldier Celestial Sovereign’s intent?

Yet Nanluo bore no resentment toward him, instead viewing the Martial Soldier Celestial Sovereign as a brave and cunning god, thinking silently, “He considers defeat before victory. His military strategy has indeed progressed greatly.”

The frenzied howls and raging murderous intent surged like landslides and tidal waves toward the God of Slaughter, aiming to force him under the overwhelming will of the gods.

Yet the God of Slaughter merely tilted his head, listening quietly to the infinite killing intent, spreading his arms to savor this potent, endless slaughtering aura.

His blood-red eyes narrowed as he gazed at the Martial Soldier Celestial Sovereign and sneered, “Do you think I care for the wails of these weaklings? Prepare to die obediently, Martial Soldier!”