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Boiling blood soaked the nameless wild mountain, with severed limbs of mortal soldiers scattered everywhere, and weapons, melted but not yet fully solidified, standing on the scorched ground. Broken flags were burned to ashes, floating as countless dust particles in the air.

The wind swept through, and the remnants of divine power waves attracted the attention of a deity.

He hovered in mid-air, the platinum armor on him flowing with a cold, hard gloss under the dim sky, erupting a powerful aura as grand and majestic as a mountain.

Celestial Martial, the Six Divisions Yama God, after accumulating immense honor, advanced to the Saint Hall, becoming a Saint King.

As a Saint King, he was quite special because he was the only one who rose to the rank of Saint King through battle merit. His character was simple and straightforward, free of hypocrisy and pretense, placing great importance on the honor of the Divine Race. It was precisely due to this emphasis on honor that he appeared on the battlefield at this moment.

’The source seems to be over there.’

Celestial Martial gazed in the direction of the source of the divine power fluctuations, overlooking the chaotic battlefield below and discovered a collapsed mountain pass several hundred yards away.

The traces of destruction here were peculiar, not formed by an attack from fire attribute divine power, but more like something pure and extreme forcibly tearing and shredding it apart. Huge rocks were crushed into powder by brute force, leaving several deep ravines on the ground, their edges smooth as mirrors.

’Such level of attack traces aren’t something an ordinary person can accomplish...could it be him?’

Celestial Martial’s eyes slightly changed, evidently having guessed the target. The corners of his mouth rose subtly, thinking: If the adversary’s target is him, then this task is a real boon; encountering an evenly matched opponent is rare.

Then, his gaze flickered but settled on a corpse beside a ravine.

The corpse was battered nearly beyond recognition, yet it seemed to still harbor remnants of divine power fluctuations.

Celestial Martial descended from the sky to observe closely, discovering that the body belonged to the Divine Race and happened to have wielded fire attribute divine power in the battlefield mere moments ago.

At this moment, his body had shriveled, as if forcibly drained of divine blood and life force, ultimately dying a tragic death.

’You went too far.’

Celestial Martial’s expression became solemn; if the opponent killed a Divine Race member under such circumstances, then the forthcoming encounter could not proceed amicably.

Blood Erosion Tyrant

A rebellious but not hunted god, possessing immense power, even the Divine Race must pay a significant price to capture him, but the cost is evidently not worthwhile, so there’s no bounty on him, allowing him to wreak havoc outside.

’Needs to be dealt with.’

Celestial Martial slowly stood up, the armor on him emitted a crisp friction sound, his facial expression rapidly changing.

He turned, looked up toward the solitary peak piercing the sky like a broken sword.

At this moment, a massive shadow stood there.

Blood Erosion Tyrant

The tyrant had an enormous body close to ten meters tall, muscles like molten iron casting a defined, explosive sense of power under the faint light.

He wielded a blood-red battle spear far thicker and more menacing than ordinary spears, with scarlet light flashing on the spear shaft. Blood crystal patterns extended along the spear to his arm, covering his entire forearm, making his arm resemble a demon’s hand.

’Finally, someone has come.’

Ye Mingqiu smiled, hostility perception instantly bursting, sensing the opponent’s strength.

[Celestial Martial (Level 7 Dominator)]

[Race: Divine Race]

[Life: 50000]

[Four-dimensional Attributes: Power: 450, Agility: 320, Constitution: 400, Spirit: 290]

[Ability: Omni Divine Power, True Martial Thunderbolt, Heaven and Earth Fury, Thunderstorm Fierce Fist...]

’A formidable opponent.’

Ye Mingqiu thought.

Celestial Martial’s overall strength was incredible, but his strengths and weaknesses were equally apparent. He was a type whose power and constitution were strong, but speed and spirit were notably lacking. His divine power and abilities were straightforward and aggressive attacks.

Tough guy type, huh?

I like it!

”Blood Erosion, did you kill this person?”

Celestial Martial asked, proceeding toward Blood Erosion Tyrant with extremely heavy steps that shattered the ground with each stride, the terrifying vibrations emanating infrasonic waves, imparting tremendous psychological pressure from afar.

”Yes, I killed him.”

”Why? He was executing orders from the Divine Eye Grand Elder, hindering the Divine Race; are you courting death?” Celestial Martial asked.

”He was indiscriminately hunting ordinary people, doing things outside the mission. I found him unpleasant, so I eliminated him on the spot.” Blood Erosion Tyrant replied.

”But have you considered that your actions would taint the honor of the Divine Race? Come with me to apologize voluntarily; I will plead for leniency on your behalf.” Celestial Martial said, arms crossed.

”Is that so?”

Blood Erosion Tyrant laughed.

He had encountered many Divine Race members recently, developing a nearly stereotypical negative perception of the Divine Race, but Celestial Martial was clearly different from typical Divine Race, speaking more sensibly and his aura made him itch for action.

Strength level, probably a demigod, no authority, extremely strong combat ability; he was truly a god-like powerhouse, different from those ordinary dominators with divine titles.

”Seems you don’t need it, then let us battle.” Celestial Martial gradually smiled, mighty Omni Divine Power erupting, making his aura grow even mightier.