Chapter 120: The Great Calamity Approaches

On the Debate Platform, the fierce battle between Martial Soldier Heavenly Venerable and Slaughter God Lord grew ever more intense and perilous.

Especially after the appearance of Slaughter God Lord’s deadly move, the already fierce fight escalated to a white-hot frenzy, stirring the hearts of millions of divine beings both on and below the stage with excitement and exhilaration.

In the ancient primordial era, all living beings loved war; gods were no exception.

However, the gods had initially expected the battle between Martial Soldier Heavenly Venerable and Slaughter God Lord to be an overwhelming and one-sided massacre, which caused many to lose some interest.

But who would have imagined that the mighty Martial Soldier Heavenly Venerable would not achieve a crushing victory? Instead, he found himself in grave danger, ensnared by Slaughter God Lord’s cunning, even facing the threat of downfall.

Now, this extraordinarily fierce and white-hot battle had thoroughly ignited the warlike spirit within every god.

All the gods watched Martial Soldier Heavenly Venerable and Slaughter God Lord on the Debate Platform with agitated expressions, feeling their divine blood boiling and their hearts wildly pounding.

Yet, among these millions of divine beings, there was one who had never once glanced at the battle, nor opened their divine eyes.

Across the world, only a supreme being standing above all others in the clouds could so completely disregard a clash between two mighty god lords.

Indeed, this unparalleled figure was none other than the Sovereign of the Divine Race—Nán Luò.

High above the Debate Platform, amidst the clouds tens of thousands of miles up, sat the majestic and radiant imperial throne. Sovereign Nán Luò appeared as a living deity, surrounded by rosy clouds that shimmered around his golden form, his solemn aura reigning supreme over the nine heavens.

“Hmm?!” Suddenly, Nán Luò, who had been lost in thought, opened his golden eyes—brilliant and dignified golden pupils—casting their gaze toward the palaces where the three clans of the Candle Dragon, Phoenix Hwang, and Qilin Fire resided.

The Candle Dragon, Phoenix Hwang, and Qilin Fire were not only powerful god lords but also grand elders of their respective clans, holding high status and great authority. Their words and actions could influence the fate and fortune of their entire peoples.

When these three clans resolutely united to oppose the Divine Race, the fortunes of the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans would inevitably shift.

Within Nán Luò’s golden pupils, the collective fates of the three clans manifested as a golden dragon, a fiery phoenix, and a nine-headed qilin—each representing their clan’s divine beast of fortune. Suddenly, they drew closer together, seemingly signaling a union.

“My golden eyes can discern the shifting fortunes of all earthly races. This golden dragon, fire phoenix, and qilin represent the three clans’ fates. Now they are drawing near to one another,” Nán Luò mused.

“It seems the three clans have decided to unite against the Divine Race!”

As this thought crossed his mind, Nán Luò’s golden eyes shone even more brilliantly, his aura growing coldly majestic. He thought, “Just as I desire! Let me see what the old overlords—Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans—who have ruled the primordial world for hundreds of thousands of years, are truly capable of! If their strength is lacking, I shall not hesitate to wipe you all out completely.”

Faced with the united front of the three clans, Nán Luò was not worried but delighted. He did not fear their opposition to the Divine Race; rather, he feared their submission.

The Divine Race was the race of destiny, fated to unify the primordial world, establish a new order, and become its supreme overlords.

Any race opposing the Divine Race would ultimately be crushed by the vast and inexorable will of destiny, becoming mere stepping stones on the Divine Race’s path to domination.

Especially the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans—former overlords themselves—if they resisted the Divine Race to the end, they might gain a temporary advantage but would inevitably face extinction.

Therefore, Nán Luò did not fear their resistance but dreaded their submission.

Should the three clans surrender, countless subordinate races would also fall under Divine Race rule.

At that time, as the Divine Race wielded the power over heaven and earth, they would not recklessly purge the three clans but rather use them to stabilize the primordial order swiftly.

This was indeed the main reason the Dragon, Phoenix, and other clans dared to oppose the Divine Race.

After all, if they could not defeat the Divine Race, they could still surrender to preserve themselves.

Yet, having ruled for so long, if the Dragon and Phoenix clans bowed to the Divine Race, their centuries of accumulation would make them the top clans just below the Divine Race.

In that case, the Dragon and Phoenix clans would become the greatest source of instability under Divine Race rule.

If trouble befell the Divine Race, these clans might turn and strike a fatal blow.

Compared to the short-term benefits of their submission, Nán Luò preferred the lasting stability that would come from their total annihilation.

However, although Nán Luò—being the Divine Sovereign and later ascending to Celestial Emperor—possessed unparalleled power, he could not change the will of heaven.

In the end, the Dragon and Phoenix clans would submit and become an unstable factor under Divine Race rule.

Of course, neither Nán Luò nor the three clans yet knew their fates; instead, both were ambitiously preparing to exterminate one another to secure supremacy over the primordial world.

After turning over countless thoughts and understanding the true nature of the Dragon and Phoenix clans, Nán Luò finally cast his gaze back to the Debate Platform. Watching Martial Soldier Heavenly Venerable and Slaughter God Lord prepare for a decisive strike, he calmly declared, “This farce involving various factions must now draw to a close.”

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On the Debate Platform, Slaughter God Lord’s long-planned, world-shaking killing move finally revealed its terrifying form.

A towering pillar of divine power surrounded Martial Soldier Heavenly Venerable, radiating immense divine fluctuations as it fiercely assaulted the three-zhan-long blood spear thrust at it.

Under Martial Soldier Heavenly Venerable’s vast, star-like divine power, only the spear’s tip—three zhan long—finally shattered completely.

Yet, it was at this moment that Slaughter God Lord’s deadly move truly manifested.

Where the three-zhan spear had vanished, a single bloom of blood light erupted, unleashing a murderous will that slaughtered all living things.

This murderous intent burst forth instantly, spreading in all directions and sweeping over the gods.

In an instant, the sky—once radiant and peaceful—condensed into endless bloody, ominous clouds, with boundless crimson lightning wildly dancing.

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Below the Debate Platform, millions of divine beings were assailed by this murderous will. One after another, their faces turned pale, sweat dripped from their brows, and some even bled from their mouths as they resisted the invasive slaughtering intent.

Those infected by this murderous will would become slaughtering fiends, condemned to endless misery.

Compared to the millions struggling to resist this invasion, the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans fared much better—virtually unscathed.

When the murderous will swept over their palaces, a nine-clawed golden dragon, nine-tailed phoenix, and nine-headed qilin appeared atop the three clans’ halls, resisting the murderous invasion and protecting their peoples.

“This murderous will is the strongest I have ever seen in my life!” Qilin Fire exclaimed in shock.

“Indeed!” Phoenix Hwang nodded, astonished. “Even our Sovereign has never wielded such murderous intent.”

“This murderous will must belong to an emperor-level powerhouse,” Candle Dragon solemnly said. “Throughout the world, perhaps only the one from the West possesses such a deadly will.”

“Could it truly be that he has arrived?!” Qilin Fire could hardly believe it.

Phoenix Hwang recalled the Phoenix Sovereign’s instructions and pondered deeply, saying, “This must be the great matter our Sovereign spoke of! Truly a grave matter!”

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The millions of divine beings below the Debate Platform barely withstood the side impacts of the murderous will, nearly collapsing.

Martial Soldier Heavenly Venerable, who faced the slaughtering will directly, endured an unimaginable level of assault.

Yet, as the Primordial God Lord of Martial Origins, having reached the rank of Upper God Lord, and possessing an indestructible martial body, though forced to cough up fresh blood, he still withstood the deadly impact.

But the ordeal was far from over.

The blood light that emitted the slaughtering will, seeing that Martial Soldier Heavenly Venerable was still alive, flickered and then charged directly at him.

Martial Soldier Heavenly Venerable coldly watched the blood light, which left no trace to track. Feeling the murderous aura of death wash over him, though blood dripped from his mouth, his expression remained unchanged.

He knew the exalted Emperor above would never allow him to perish.

Moreover, as soon as this emperor-level murderous will appeared, Martial Soldier Heavenly Venerable knew his mission had ended.

Next came the time for Sovereign Nán Luò to unleash his divine might.

“Presumptuous!”

Just as the blood light was about to strike and kill Martial Soldier Heavenly Venerable, a solemn divine voice suddenly echoed from the nine skies.

At the instant the divine voice sounded, the blood light vanished without a trace; the boundless ominous clouds and blood lightning dissipated completely, as if erased by an immense power.

The sky above the City of the Gods returned to its former tranquility and peace, suffused with golden clouds and auspicious light.