I Pick up a Lost Godhood

But the surrounding Demons caught him again, tearing away a chunk of flesh and skin.

Looking down on the battlefield, the Cultivators' lines were being pushed back relentlessly.

Zhang Xiaojiang gave a bitter smile. He didn't know how Wang Meng and Hu Jing were doing, but it looked like he would be the first to go.

'Damn it! If I'm going to die, I'm taking someone with me!'

Zhang Xiaojiang crept toward the heart of the Demon Army, intent on assassinating Chi Zhu!

BOOM...

The ground exploded, and Zhang Xiaojiang was blasted out of hiding.

A Demon General swung a giant iron club. "You're courting death!"

Instantly, five Shadow Demons charged at Zhang Xiaojiang like ethereal phantoms.

A silver light erupted from Fatty Zhang's eyes as his Blast Bow flashed. If he could just charge his way to Chi Zhu, he could use his Cursed Puppet to take them both out!

This was his last resort.

But evidently, Chi Zhu was prepared for such a tactic.

Zhang Xiaojiang was still a long way from Chi Zhu's central command.

"Die!"

Instantly, another four Demon Generals charged in to attack. Now, five masters at the Great Perfection realm were bearing down on Zhang Xiaojiang.

RUMBLE...

Zhang Xiaojiang gritted his teeth. Just as he was about to strike, two figures appeared on the field.

Tears immediately streamed down Fatty Zhang's face. "Boss, you're finally back!"

Hu Jing supported the tottering Zhang Xiaojiang. "Zhang Xiaopang, I never knew you were such a man."

A smug smile spread across the fatty's face.

Wang Meng shot into the sky. A golden Giant Dragon soared after him, its Dragon Power roaring, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Having merged with Demonic Qi, Wang Meng's control over the Qiankun Dragon Roar Moon had grown exponentially. In a way, he had Chi Ying to thank. Without the aid of her Demon King bloodline, his Demonic Qi would never have fused so easily with his Elemental Power.

The Giant Dragon soared, and everyone understood: Wang Meng was back!

Qian. Kun. Dragon. Roar. Moon!

Every word from Wang Meng shook the earth. The Giant Dragon in the sky lunged at the full moon, swallowing it in one gulp. Qiankun possessed its body, and the dragon descended upon the world.

OMMMMMM~~~~~~

All between heaven and earth was stunned by this Divine Power. Wherever the golden Giant Dragon passed, everything was obliterated.

A massive clearing instantly appeared within the ranks of the Demon Army.

Only Wang Meng's figure remained in the sky. He held a severed head in his hand. "Chi Huang has been slain! Who dares to challenge me!"

The Demon Race was, of course, aware that Wang Meng had stormed the Demon Capital alone. Wang Meng had infused the head with Demonic Qi, making it appear eerily lifelike.

The single horn on its forehead emitted a glow that only a Demon King possessed.

It was Chi Huang.

The number one expert of the Demon Race!

The battlefield froze in that instant, as if time had truly stopped.

The Demon Race couldn't accept it, and even the Cultivators could hardly believe what they were seeing.

To charge into the Demon Capital alone and slay the number one expert of the Demon Race???

It was heaven-defying!

"Who dares to challenge me!"

Wang Meng roared to the heavens, exuding the aura of one man standing against ten thousand.

A few Demon Generals charged forward—there were always the foolhardy ones—but before they could even get near Wang Meng, the sheer force of his voice blasted them to pieces.

One by one, their bodies exploded from more than ten meters away.

Divine Power!

Despair vanished completely, replaced by blood boiling with fervor.

With Wang Meng here, the burning can truly begin! This was the real Holy Hall, the real Burning Corps!

Suo Ming roared to the heavens and charged into the Demon horde like a madman. Behind him, the Holy Hall Disciples followed, as ferocious as a pack of wolves, completely unleashed.

Wang Meng was back! The Holy Hall Army was invincible!

The lesser Demons didn't really understand the significance of Chi Huang, but the fear of the Demon Generals was contagious.

The line, which had been steadily collapsing, began to push forward. Many Cultivators once again witnessed the so-called "Holy Hall Frenzy."

Of course, the Holy Hall Disciples called it the Holy Hall's glory.

They had already been exhausted, but now their strength surged as if they had each taken a Great Rejuvenation Pill.

Victory was certain!

Wang Meng's gaze swept over the field. He was going to kill Chi Zhu!

But... Chi Zhu was gone!

The very moment Wang Meng appeared, the great Demon King of the Demon Race, Chi Zhu, had actually turned tail and fled!

This was something even Wang Meng hadn't expected.

Compared to Chi Huang, Chi Zhu was a whole new level of scum.

Chi Zhu ran. Others might have their doubts, but he had seen with his own two eyes that it was Chi Huang's head.

'Besides, the news from the Demon Capital confirmed it: Chi Huang was dead and Chi Ying was captured. That terrifying Qiankun Dragon Roar Moon was simply heaven-defying. How could he possibly stand against such Divine Power?'

Without a second thought, Chi Zhu's first instinct was to flee.

Once Chi Zhu fled, the Demon Generals fell into disarray. With the Demon Generals in chaos, their mental control over the lesser Demons naturally weakened, and the assault lost its coordination.

The situation began to turn around.

It had to be said that Chi Zhu was a disgrace, his courage not even coming close to Chi Huang's.

He was the classic bully: strong against the weak, but weak against the strong.

But the Holy Hall was different. They had only one custom: for the weak to defeat the strong!

Wang Meng regretted being unable to catch Chi Zhu, but leading the Holy Hall Army to victory was more important now.

Wang Meng flew above the front lines. At the sight of him, the Holy Hall Disciples went wild. Every step he took forward, the entire battle line surged forward a meter with him.

His presence was an invincible inspiration.

The Demons and Demon Generals in the air who tried to take Wang Meng down were simply courting death.

With the influence of the Demonic Qi resolved, Wang Meng truly had no more restraints, even though he himself didn't know how it had happened.

With a single block of his sword, rifts seemed to tear open in space itself, shredding the Demons. No defense was of any use.

This was the true combination of Spatial Power and Sword Technique.

This was the power of a god.

Although Wang Meng's tyrannical power only killed a few hundred at most with each strike, his presence in the sky was a banner—a banner of advance!

The Holy Hall was fired up. Everyone was fired up!

But the Demon Flame of the Demons was extinguished!

This was a moment destined for the history books of the war against the Demons. From this point on, the tide of the war completely turned.

This was an unbelievable victory. Even those who participated in it had not expected it.

Even Wang Meng himself hadn't expected this. All this time, he had been fighting his own Divine Statue. It craved Demonic Qi with a hunger that terrified even Wang Meng. He was well aware of how terrifying he would be after his Demon Transformation, but he had still underestimated himself. Of course, in the end, he had Chi Ying to thank. Without her, only heaven knows what would have become of him. But thanks to Chi Ying, her Demon King physique naturally cleansed the Demonic Qi. During their intimate union, the fusion of his Demonic Qi and Elemental Power was completed.

With a complete Life Wheel, Wang Meng was now truly unrivaled in the Small Thousand Realm. But none of that mattered. Nothing was more important than Hu Jing being alive and his brothers achieving victory.

The moment the battle ended, Yang Ying threw herself into Wang Meng's arms. This was the first time the normally reserved Yang Ying had ever done something so dramatic in public.

The entire city celebrated. Some were gone, brothers had fallen in battle, but more than seventy thousand Cultivators remained to witness this miracle.

There is no friendship more trustworthy than one forged through sharing life and death together.

At this moment, no reason was needed. There was only celebration, and everyone had earned that right!

Here, regardless of the strength of their Cultivation, every Cultivator who had held on until the end had conquered their inner fear and solidified their beliefs. This was also an incredibly important turning point on their personal path of cultivation.

With an experience like this, no bottleneck could ever hinder them again.

The surviving Holy Hall Beings celebrated with wild abandon. Even someone like Suo Ming, who was usually quiet, was dragged out by the crowd to sing a song. For him, this was truly more difficult than facing tens of thousands of Demons. But Suo Ming sang. No one knew what he sang, but a group of grown men bawled their eyes out, only to burst into hearty laughter a moment later. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian.com to vote for recommendations and monthly passes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)

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