I Pick up a Lost Godhood

In the first match of the top four, Lin Jinghao unleashed his power. The Young Master of the No Illusion Demon Sect showed everyone that he was still one of the strongest.

Was the Nine Luminaries Cyan Dragon Body not enough? Then what about the Nine Luminaries Demon Dragon Body!

After revealing the Nine Luminaries Demon Dragon Body, even if Lin Jinghao went around shouting that he wanted to become a Saint Cultivator, no one would take him seriously. No Saint Cultivation Sect would dare accept him, either. This was a Demon Child; it would be an offense against heaven itself if he weren't a Demon Cultivator.

Amidst all the doubt, Lin Jinghao had always done as he pleased. Now, whether they were Demon Cultivators or Saint Cultivators, they could only accept his willful nature.

Responding with facts was the most effective counter.

Without a doubt, the first battle between Lin Jinghao and Bu Qingyun set the keynote for the top-four matches.

Winning wasn't the point. If you had the skills, it was time to show them off, because no one here was to be trifled with.

The second match: Zou Chuang of the Taiyin Sect versus Mingren of the Pure Land.

For the Taiyin Sect, this was still a match where they had to give it their all.

The Battle of the Other Shore had, by this point, established the four most formidable masters of the new generation.

Wang Meng, with his boundless vitality and domineering presence. It seemed nothing in this world could stop him, and his limits were impossible to fathom.

Lin Jinghao, the Supreme Demon. He absolutely had the potential to become the greatest Demon Cultivator of all time.

Linglong, the Daughter of the Dragon Emperor. Her unique heritage as the sole inheritor of the Dragon Emperor's bloodline was enough to secure her a spot on its own.

Mingren, a walking paradox. No one knew what he thought or what he wanted. His Holy Light Demon Collapse could only be described as monstrous, and he was the most unfathomable of the four.

Mingren walked into the arena, facing Zou Chuang of the Taiyin Sect.

Zou Chuang had been in seclusion for three years. Legend had it that the Taiyin Sect's old ancestor had personally intervened for the sect's honor and dignity.

"Brother Xie, what kind of methods did your Taiyin Sect ancestor use? Is it enough to withstand the Holy Light Demon Collapse Body?"

Yue Shan asked.

The young lady of the Treasure Artifact Sect was quite the gossip. Of course, Xie Tianhua was also surprisingly popular. After getting to know him, everyone realized he was righteous and truly didn't put on any airs. This was different from Ji Wanli; although Ji Wanli was approachable, everyone could feel the pride in his bones, whereas Xie Tianhua was more willing to make friends.

Xie Tianhua shook his head slightly. "At this point in the battle, the four of them are a level above the rest of us. Everyone else can only fight with everything they have. Brother Zou can only do the same in this fight."

Even though it was one of his own, Xie Tianhua didn't express excessive confidence.

"Brother Xie, your use of the word 'fight' is very insightful. It at least shows that Brother Zou still has a fighting chance."

Song Yifan said.

"It'll be tough," Li Xishui sighed. "Only after you've fought them do you realize just how monstrous their strength is. I trained bitterly for so many years, all for this day, only to be defeated in the end. Although I accept my loss completely, there's still a hint of sorrow."

Even in defeat, everyone had something to be proud of. Li Xishui had been confident in his Sword Technique. Losing to Linglong was one thing, but seeing Bu Qingyun's Sword Technique was what truly wounded him. That someone with a Sword Technique as formidable as Bu Qingyun's still ended up defeated... it truly made him feel a bit hopeless.

Compared to Li Xishui and the others, Song Yifan's group had a much better mentality. Although they were training hard, they no longer considered these top contenders their goal. That would be setting themselves up for punishment.

The Demon Race was in a rather tragic state, having been completely wiped out. However, for the top-four matches, all the Demon Race experts were in attendance—Mengg Lord, the Lord of Punishment, and besides Li Mountain and his group, there were dozens of other young members of the Demon Race.

Evidently, Liao Qingqiu was also using this opportunity to make the Demon Race more aware of humanity's strength and to clear their heads.

Mengg Lord and the Lord of Punishment were in a sorry state. It wasn't that they weren't strong; it was just a pity that one ran into Wang Meng and the other ran into Mingren. The Lord of Punishment was blocked from even reaching the final rounds.

Lin Jinghao's Demon Dragon Body truly shocked the Demon Race. The Desire Spirit's eyes lit up as she watched. The Snake Demons liked strong men, whether human or from the Demon Race; it made no difference to them. They enjoyed conquering such experts with their bodies.

As the new generation of leaders for the Demon Race, Mengg Lord and the Lord of Punishment were also lamenting the situation. Wang Meng and Mingren were two heaven-defying existences. For even one to appear was rare, yet two had emerged at once. And who would have thought a third would appear as well? If it were the Nine Luminaries Cyan Dragon Body, it probably wouldn't have been a match for Mengg Lord. But the Nine Luminaries Demon Dragon Body was a different story. Against that, Mengg Lord would likely only have a fighting chance.

Mengg Lord's defeat was a major blow to the Demon Race, but Mengg Lord himself was calm about it. He had no regrets because, as Wang Meng's opponent, he knew Wang Meng had yet to use his full strength. Now, it was just a matter of seeing who could stop this terrifying human.

Wang Meng's expression remained placid. Although everyone was speculating about his power, no one understood it like Mengg Lord did.

Mengg Lord didn't say much more, because Wang Meng would surely put on a display later, just like Lin Jinghao. This was a showcase. They not only had to win, but they also had to display their full range of abilities in front of the entire Cultivation Realm.

This would decide who would become the heir to the new generation of the Star Alliance.

That position was second to one and above all others, the highest peak a Cultivator could reach.

Zou Chuang felt his cold blood begin to boil. He hadn't felt this way in a long time. The last time was when he was at the First Layer of Minor Perfection and had attempted to assassinate someone at Great Perfection. He'd felt like he was dead all this time, but now, he suddenly felt alive.

'This feeling is wonderful.'

A ferocious white tiger appeared soundlessly. The Silent Extinction White Tiger Holy Statue had emerged.

Zou Chuang's aura was not one of spreading pressure, but of killing intent hidden in the darkness.

A lone hunter walking the line of death.

For such a hunter, what could be more exciting than hunting prey like Mingren?

Among the remaining opponents, Mingren was his primary target, with Wang Meng ranking only second. The heavens had favored him and given him this opportunity.

This wasn't to say Zou Chuang was confident he could sweep through the competition. In these top-four matches, unless he ran into Zhang Xiaojiang, no round would be easy. But this was Zou Chuang's choice.

Mingren looked at Zou Chuang, making no move. Throughout the Battle of the Other Shore, it seemed nothing had truly managed to make Mingren get serious. Ji Rushan and Hu Jing had both unleashed terrifying power, but Mingren had still eliminated them with a lukewarm attitude, leaving them with no power to resist.

Skill Techniques, willpower—all of it was like a snowman before the Holy Light Demon Collapse Body.

Zou Chuang was no exception. The ferocious Silent Extinction White Tiger Holy Statue failed to pique Mingren's interest in the slightest.

A blade-like glint flashed in Zou Chuang's eyes. He crossed his hands, and a circular Array appeared beneath his feet. His previous battle with Longyue had confirmed one thing: his White Tiger Sacred Body had already been formed, which meant he must possess the Skill Techniques that came with it.

As he chanted the Spell, the White Tiger Holy Statue behind him shone with immense light. The Array instantly enveloped the entire Dueling Platform. A clap of thunder echoed as the massive image of a white tiger appeared in the sky, its eyes locked firmly onto Mingren.

No one knew what Zou Chuang was planning. This was a completely new generation of Cultivators. Their masters had shown them the door, but what they achieved in their Cultivation was entirely up to them.

A white character for "King" appeared on Zou Chuang's forehead, radiating light. A solemn, murderous voice rang out:

"Slaughter... Might... Forms... a Prison!"

Instantly, two images of a white tiger were reflected on the sky and the ground. White light shot up to the heavens, forming an enclosed space.

White Tiger Slaughter Prison!

Mingren raised his head and reached for the light at the edge. His fingers suddenly burst into flame.

Slowly retracting his hand, Mingren glanced at Zou Chuang. "A Divine Beast Skill Technique. Life-Locking Sea."

The white light on Zou Chuang's forehead grew brighter and brighter. "With the White Tiger's Fierce Power, all things submit. Mingren, with your Sea of Fate sealed, what tricks can you possibly pull?"

Inside the White Tiger Slaughter Prison, intimidated by the White Tiger's power of slaughter, the power of all prey would be sealed away.

This was the White Tiger's heaven-and-earth-shaking Silence Great Divine Techniques.

The Cultivators from every Small Thousand Realm stared at Mingren. If this White Tiger Slaughter Prison was real, then Mingren would be utterly finished. He had a habit of being overconfident.

But Mingren showed no reaction. In the Pure Land, the Cultivators also remained calm. Because at this level, the Sea of Fate was not the only source of power. There was another place: the Sea of Heart.

Regardless, being unable to use Elemental Power meant Mingren was left with only half his strength. It was clear that Zou Chuang had come prepared.

SHING...

Tiger claws as brilliant as diamonds shot out from Zou Chuang's hands. With a light swipe, ten gashes were cut into the ground. Then, something terrifying happened. The Pure Land's Dueling Platform, which possessed a self-repairing function, not only failed to mend the cracks, but the fissures actually began to widen at an accelerated rate.

Whether living or non-living, any damage inflicted by the tiger claws would automatically expand, a power akin to a curse.

BANG...

Zou Chuang attacked. The White Tiger's power lay in its imposing presence—the awe-inspiring might of a tiger descending a mountain. The prey's own abilities were completely suppressed. Facing the White Tiger, one of the four great Divine Beasts, this effect was amplified to its absolute peak.

It was said that with a single roar from the White Tiger, its prey's courage would shatter.

Mingren seemed to be stunned as well. Without the support of his Elemental Power, his speed was clearly slower, but he shouldn't be completely unresponsive.

SHING...

The tiger claws actually pierced straight through Mingren's body.

'An illusion! It must be an Illusion Technique!'

That's what everyone thought. Even Zou Chuang himself was taken aback. Although he had used the White Tiger Slaughter Prison, he still hadn't expected to land a hit on the first strike.

The tiger claws had pierced Mingren's body. This was no illusion; it was his physical form.

Mingren didn't move an inch. Zou Chuang felt a sense of foreboding. He had poured all the Elemental Power from his strike into Mingren's body, yet there was no reaction whatsoever. Mingren didn't even sway. This defied all logic. 'But the White Tiger's Power of Slaughter should cause the wound to worsen.'

Mingren looked at Zou Chuang, a trace of disappointment in his eyes. 'In the end, it's still not enough.'

One of Mingren's eyes was as black as the abyss, the other as bright as the sun. BANG...

Zou Chuang's head felt as if it had been smashed by something. His body was abruptly sent flying, and his supposedly indestructible tiger claws snapped in half. The other half was still embedded in Mingren's abdomen.

Mingren slowly straightened up and looked up at Zou Chuang. With a sweep of his hand, the tiger claw embedded in his body melted away. He glanced at the surrounding White Tiger Slaughter Prison. "Did you really think you could defeat me just by cutting off my Elemental Power?"

Zou Chuang froze, his expression turning incredibly grave. He believed he had already unleashed a desperate sequence of attacks, yet in Mingren's eyes, everything he had done was like child's play.

The tiger's might cannot be violated. Zou Chuang's frenzied Elemental Power surged out madly, while the seal of the White Tiger Slaughter Prison activated simultaneously. Rings of light descended, binding Mingren from head to toe. This was a Divine Beast Seal. 'Without Elemental Power, I refuse to believe he can still use his Demon Techniques!'

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