I Pick up a Lost Godhood

Zhou Qian and Arhat had left first. They were in charge of the Defense Array, and it was vital for them to continuously repair the array technique, making it consume the fewest possible Spirit Stones while providing the strongest defensive output. In truth, their hand was forced. Their Spirit Stone reserves were dwindling, so they had no choice but to plan carefully.

In the Demon Capital, Chi Huang was making preparations. He had no intention of using Chi Ying’s Shadow Demons, however. As the number one master of the Demon Race, if Wang Meng truly dared to come, he would give him the opportunity for a fair fight.

Only a victory under these terms would deal the greatest possible blow to the Star Alliance’s morale!

Strategies had their place, but if he lacked even this much confidence, then the Demon Race might as well stay in the Abyss.

Chi Ying offered no comment on this but expressed her respect for his decision.

"Why must you be so persistent, sister? Are you worried I won’t fulfill my promise?"

Inside the Shadow Demon King’s inner chambers, Chi Ying still hadn’t given up on persuading Hu Jing.

The full-power strike from Hu Jing’s Dawn Goddess Holy Statue was, of course, nothing to be trifled with. But unfortunately for her, the Demon Race knew the abilities of every single one of the Star Alliance’s top masters, and Chi Ying’s powers were a direct counter.

Though pale from the Sealing Curse that had been placed on her, Hu Jing’s eyes were still bright.

"Since you insist on calling me sister, I shall call you Little Sister Ying. It seems to me the Demon Race is fond of a world of flames. The Abyss is an excellent habitat for you, so why come to the surface? This place is not suitable for you!" Hu Jing said.

Chi Ying smiled. "Our Demon Race once lived on the surface, too. Although the environment has changed us, breaking out of the Abyss has always been our greatest desire. Do you truly believe the Demon Race should be confined to the Abyss?"

Between two intelligent women, one was bound to come out on top.

"Just as you said, times have changed. It’s not impossible for the Demon Race and the Star Alliance to coexist. And I feel that you’re different from the other demons. All you’re asking for is the right for the Demon Race to live on the surface, not the destruction of the Star Alliance. Am I wrong?" Hu Jing asked.

Chi Ying shook her head. "I am of the Demon Race. The blood of battle flows in my veins; slaughter is how we survive."

"I don’t think that’s necessarily true. As you said, the Demon Race was once part of the surface world. Any species can change. Even if you enjoy battle, it isn’t necessary for survival. We can coexist."

"Even if we were to coexist, there would have to be a dominant party and a subordinate one, wouldn’t there? This is precisely what I want to discuss with you. Cooperate with me. If you can persuade Wang Meng, you can not only save the Burning Castle but also create the conditions for the Demon Race and the Star Alliance to coexist."

Chi Ying immediately countered, "The power of the seal is weakening. The Star Alliance cannot prevent it from breaking. Stronger Demons are emerging from the Abyss, and they are at the gates of the Burning Castle right now. I don’t know how long your so-called Holy Hall spirit can hold out. At this moment, only you can save them."

Hu Jing smiled. "You can’t threaten someone with death if they aren’t afraid to die. You underestimate the Holy Hall, and you underestimate Wang Meng far too much."

"How could I? If I underestimated Wang Meng, I wouldn’t have gone to all this trouble. Tell me, do you think he will come? I’m certain he will."

Chi Ying’s words left Hu Jing feeling helpless, because she knew that once the news was out, Wang Meng would never ignore it, regardless of whether it was true or false.

This was another example of Chi Ying’s cunning. She was employing an open-faced scheme, its purpose to build a powerful impression in Hu Jing’s mind and gradually dismantle her defenses.

"It seems your offensive isn’t going so smoothly. You must have suffered a major setback," Hu Jing said, abruptly changing the topic.

Chi Ying was taken aback.

Hu Jing let out a soft laugh. "I suspect it’s more than just a simple failure. Did someone important happen to fall into Wang Meng’s hands?"

Chi Ying’s brow twitched, and then a smile bloomed on her pale face. Her fair hand slowly reached for Hu Jing. Hu Jing didn’t flinch, merely holding her gaze.

Chi Ying caressed Hu Jing’s lovely face. "Such a clever and gentle girl. If I were Wang Meng, I would also risk everything to save you."

"It seems I guessed correctly. The only person who could make you hesitate to act, and who would be in the vicinity of the Burning Castle, is Chi Qing," Hu Jing said, her confidence growing.

"What makes you think so?"

"It’s simple. If Wang Meng wasn’t holding one of your people hostage, you wouldn’t be simply luring him to the Demon Capital. You would have made a more substantial demand," Hu Jing said, the light in her eyes growing ever brighter.

"Tsk tsk, sister, what can I say? If we joined forces, this world would be ours. Oh, and Wang Meng’s too, of course."

The more Chi Ying admired Hu Jing, the more she wanted to win her over.

"Little sister, you’re a natural beauty yourself. Don’t tell me you also want to become one of Wang Meng’s confidantes?"

Chi Ying’s hand stiffened. Her smile vanished, and her expression grew calm. "We of the Demon Race are different from you humans. All we care about is power. Men are nothing but pets!"

"Heh, you’re the one who said it. If you want power, then know this: Wang Meng is the most powerful person in this world!" Hu Jing said confidently.

Chi Ying burst out laughing. "The most powerful? Such arrogance! He’ll have to defeat Chi Huang before he can claim that title. I’m also quite eager to see who is stronger: your Wang Meng, or the number one master of our Demon Race. Assuming he even dares to show up."

Day by day, time went on. Snow Moon City, and indeed the other four fortresses, were engaged in full-scale battles.

The fighting was incredibly intense.

Meanwhile, in the Demon Capital, Chi Ying and Chi Huang were standing at the entrance of the Demon God Hall. Hu Jing was off to one side. The deadline had arrived. Would Wang Meng come?

Chi Huang was in excellent condition. For a battle-hungry member of the Demon Race, there was nothing more exhilarating than a duel with a true expert.

One of the four great masters from the Battle of the Other Shore, a man who represented the pinnacle of the Star Alliance’s strength. Chi Huang was eager to test his mettle.

"Third Brother, according to my intelligence, Wang Meng’s power isn’t limited to just Space Control. It’s highly likely he also wields some power related to time," Demon Shadow said. For Demon Shadow, space was no threat at all, but the Law of Time was far trickier to handle, and they didn’t know the specifics of how he used it.

Chi Huang just smiled. "Whatever it is, we’ll find out in battle. Fifth Sister, let me make one thing clear: this is my fight. Your people are not to interfere under any circumstances."

Chi Ying’s gaze flickered, and she sighed. "Third Brother, this is too important. We..."

"Fifth Sister, do you think I can’t even defeat a single, insignificant human?"

Chi Huang could tolerate almost anything, but on this point, he would never back down. The Demon Race’s countless years of conquest were built on slaughter and strength. His personal power was his greatest source of pride. It was his foundation and the wellspring of his might. It was also what gave him the prestige within the Demon Race to rival Chi Zhu. If he had to resort to ganging up on a mere human, he would never be able to hold his head high in front of Chi Zhu again.

Chi Ying sighed. She was well aware of the complexities involved, but for now, she could only nod in agreement.

Hu Jing smiled. "Chi Huang, you’re the only one in the Demon Race with any spine. If you can defeat Wang Meng on your own merits, I will surrender and join the Demon Race!"

A proud smile touched Chi Huang’s lips. "Though I have no interest in you personally, your proposal is acceptable. Fifth Sister, consider this my gift to you!"

Chi Ying gave a wry smile. In truth, she was actually fonder of this Third Brother of hers. He was stronger than Chi Zhu in every respect and knew how to share his spoils. But... how to put it? When it came to achieving true supremacy, he was still lacking something.

He glanced at the sky. "Is this Wang Meng coming or not? Don’t just stand around singing his praises, only for him to turn out to be a coward. No... perhaps ’a smart man’ would be more accurate."

After all, any smart person wouldn’t come.

Just then, an Abyssal Three-headed Eagle, its body gleaming with a dark luster, descended from the sky and landed on Chi Huang’s shoulder.

"Interesting. He’s here."

Standing atop the grand hall, one could see the entirety of the Demon Capital laid out before them. An army of thousands upon thousands, countless Giant Demons, and several thousand Demon Generals—this was the defensive force of the Demon Capital, ensuring that the entrance to the Abyss remained perfectly secure.

This was a deathtrap, guarded by a vast army.

Chi Huang rose into the air, his gaze fixed on a lone figure in the distance walking toward the Demon Capital.

His blood began to boil. It had been a long time since he’d felt this way. Setting all else aside, that courage alone made the man worthy of a battle.

Wang Meng arrived at the Demon Capital and walked step by step into its heart. On either side of him was a tide of Demons, countless pairs of eyes fixed on him. Demon Flames billowed to the heavens. This place had been transformed into something akin to the Abyss itself, a place where the power of the Demon Race could be unleashed to its fullest extent.

Passing through the sea of Demons, he came upon rows upon rows of Demon Generals, their killing intent flooding the sky.

An ordinary Cultivator would likely find their legs turning to jelly after such a trial of spiritual pressure.

Their nerves would be stretched so taut that the slightest disturbance might provoke an attack.

But Wang Meng wore a smile the entire time, because he was genuinely happy. He had seen Hu Jing.

In this world, there was only one thing Wang Meng could not do: bring the dead back to life.

Anything else... nothing could stand in his way.

He had spent a bit of time suppressing the Demon Attribute in his heart. His timing was perfect.

Chi Huang waved his hand, and the surrounding Demon Generals withdrew. He studied Wang Meng intently. "So, you are Wang Meng!"

Wang Meng smiled. "You must be Chi Huang, the number one master of the Demon Race. This is your home ground. Name your terms."

"Bold words. Where is my sister?" This was something Chi Huang was also concerned about.

Wang Meng produced the Sealing Demon Cauldron. "She’s in here. Don’t worry, she’s doing just fine."

At the same time, his gaze shifted to Hu Jing. She gave him a slight nod, and Wang Meng’s heart was put at ease.

He opened the Sealing Demon Cauldron, and Chi Qing’s curses immediately spilled out. Judging by the sound of her voice, she was indeed unharmed. Wang Meng closed the lid again.

Chi Huang’s expression hardened. "Today, you and I will have a fair fight. If you win, your life and Hu Jing’s will be spared!"

Wang Meng nodded. "That does sound fair. Let’s begin."

Wang Meng was completely composed, which made the assembled demons suspicious. ’Has this man lost his mind?’

Hu Jing’s heart was pounding in her chest, but she believed that Wang Meng certainly had a plan.

Although she couldn’t imagine what it might be, she knew that Wang Meng possessed great wisdom, even if he often relied on her in day-to-day matters.

Wang Meng’s figure rose into the air. A confident smile touched the corners of Chi Huang’s mouth. This was undoubtedly another perfect opportunity to build his prestige in front of the assembled Demon Generals. This was his stage.

BOOM...

Demon Flames surged to the heavens as if all the abyssal fire in the Demon Capital had been drawn to him. Chi Huang blazed with soaring Demonic Qi, the desire for battle roaring within him.

DIIIIIIIIE!

His figure shot forward, and he instantly appeared before Wang Meng, smashing down with a ferocious punch.

Wang Meng blocked with both hands. As Elemental Power clashed with Demonic Qi, a deafening thunderclap seemed to explode in mid-air.

Chi Huang was the pride of the Demon Race, and his strength was truly extraordinary.

Chi Huang cultivated the Primordial Demon Refining Technique, a supreme art of the Demon King Element. He had already reached the Ninefold Heaven, a level Chi Zhu had yet to attain. That was why Chi Zhu didn’t dare to fight him.

The two figures erupted with power in mid-air, exchanging hundreds of blows in an instant in a series of explosive collisions.

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