chsdbacks Chapter 236 Underworld Lawyer Cui Yu VS 3 Great Death Gods!!
Chapter 236 Underworld Lawyer Cui Yu VS 3 Great Death Gods!!
Su Fan ignored the three Divine Masters; his face was slightly pale.
At the same time, slowing down the flow of time within a hundred-zhang radius and annihilating three attacks containing divine power also put a considerable burden on him.
He feels dizzy right now.
"This is the power of the Chinese gods."
Su Fan spoke calmly, taking a step forward.
"Your Majesty Zhulong, please lend me your divine power once more."
After speaking, the crimson light within Su Fan's body emitted a deep dragon roar, and the black and white light in Su Fan's eyes shone brightly.
He no longer used the large-scale time slowdown, but instead focused the power of time on his eyes and looked at the three divine figures.
The black light from his left eye swept over the illusory image of Imuji.
The hideous snake shadow suddenly froze, and its head aged and withered at a visible speed.
A beam of white light swept across the phantom of the six-winged angel in his right eye.
Around the phantom of the holy angel, time began to accelerate, reverse, and distort in a chaotic manner.
In the end, the beautiful angel turned into a dying old woman.
Finally, Su Fan's gaze fell on the phantom image of Shiva from India.
This time, he did not attack the divine shadow directly, but instead looked at the old monk, Ah San, who was controlling the divine shadow.
"The Eye of Truth!"
Under the gaze of the Candle Dragon's Eye, Su Fan saw the divine contract and bond between the old monk A-San and the phantom of Shiva.
Su Fan's left eye condensed into a needle-like black light, and he gently pierced the Divine Bond.
"Ugh—!"
The old monk suddenly let out a piercing scream, clutching his head and kneeling on the ground.
The old monk felt as if a cold needle had pierced his soul.
His bond with the phantom of Shiva instantly became intermittent, and the phantom of Shiva flickered violently, almost collapsing!
"stop!"
The blond middle-aged man, filled with shock and rage, disregarded the backlash and forcefully activated the six-winged angel phantom, burning with holy light, transforming it into a dazzling stream of light that crashed into Su Fan, attempting to relieve the siege by attacking from the north.
Su Fan didn't even look, and lightly tapped the air with his right index finger.
"Fleeting Beauty".
A tiny vortex of time formed at her fingertips, appearing precisely on the path of the angelic light.
The streak of light crashed into the vortex, its speed increasing by thousands of times!
However, it did not accelerate towards Su Fan. Instead, in an extremely brief moment, a time that was accelerated countless times, it completed the flight trajectory that should have lasted for several breaths.
Then it rushed out from the other end of the vortex not far behind Su Fan.
Because of its excessive speed and the forced change of its trajectory, it crashed headlong into the edge barrier of the mythical arena, exploding with a deafening roar and scattering holy light everywhere.
The blond middle-aged man coughed up blood again, his face ashen white, and the angelic phantom was so dim that it was almost invisible.
Seeing that things were not going well, the old man from South Korea had a fierce glint in his eyes. He suddenly bit his tongue and spat a mouthful of blood onto the snake-headed staff.
"Great God Imuji, I offer my blood as a sacrifice to allow your true form to descend for a moment!"
The snake head carving on the snake-headed staff seemed to come alive, emitting a sharp hiss.
The aged, illusory figure of Imji behind the old man from South Korea solidified briefly, its snake head becoming ferocious as it lunged at Su Fan!
The enormous snake head opened its massive jaws, revealing fangs, and gathered a destructive innate divine power within!
This is an old man from South Korea who risked depleting his own life force to forcibly summon an even more powerful divine shadow!
Facing the desperate attack from the Korean God of War, Su Fan took a deep breath.
He formed an ancient hand seal with his hands in front of his chest and softly chanted:
"Using time as a river and space as a boat."
"Your Majesty, Zhulong, please manifest the eclipse of time!"
The moment the words fell, the crimson dragon shadow within Su Fan's body let out a high-pitched dragon roar.
Then it detached from Su Fan's body and manifested a ten-zhang-long crimson dragon-shaped phantom above his head!
The dragon's left eye was a black sun, and its right eye was a white moon. Its body coiled, exuding an aura of ancient vicissitudes.
He slowly lowered his head and looked at the ferocious snake head that was biting at him.
The left eye is like a black sun, shining brightly.
Then, we saw the movement of the Imuji snake head freeze the moment it touched the black sunlight.
Then, like a weathered statue, starting from the tip of the snake's head, it gradually turned into black dust and disappeared into the air.
The Korean god-keeper watched helplessly as the divine image of Imuji, which he had desperately activated with his life essence, was annihilated inch by inch in the halo of the black sun, without even a struggle.
"No... Great God..."
The Korean god-keeper reached out his hand in despair, and then, as if all his energy had been drained, he collapsed to the ground, his breath extremely weak.
The illusory image of the Candle Dragon let out a long dragon roar, then transformed back into a stream of light and disappeared into Su Fan's body.
Su Fan swayed slightly, his face was as pale as paper, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
The continuous use of the power of the Candle Dragon, especially the final manifestation of the illusory image to unleash the Eclipse of Time, took a tremendous toll on him.
However, Su Fan still stood straight, his gaze sweeping over the elderly South Korean man slumped on the ground, the ashen-faced blond middle-aged man, and the Indian monk clutching his head and howling in agony.
"The First Arena,"
Su Fan's voice was somewhat weak, but it carried clearly throughout the arena.
"China has won."
As soon as Su Fan finished speaking, a cold, mechanical voice rang out on the Mythical Arena.
[Judgment: Huaxia Fang Sufan wins!]
[The Western Alliance suffers defeat in its first Mythical Arena battle!]
[Punishment: The Western Alliance's East Asia and Europe regions are permanently disqualified from competing in the Mythical Arena! All member states of the Alliance will suffer a 10% reduction in national fortune!]
On the golden scroll, divine runes flowed, and a cold pronouncement rang out.
Above the deep ocean, among the twelve phantom pillars representing the alliance, three pillars, each carved with an image of Imuji, a six-winged angel, and Shiva, suddenly dimmed, cracks appeared on their surfaces, and a corner of one pillar slowly crumbled!
Meanwhile, in places like the Black House, the Temple of Europe, and the Vatican City in India, all the high-ranking officials felt a chill in their hearts, as if something important had been forcibly cut away, and the fate of the nation was hanging by a thread.
And across the land of China, the people rejoiced!
"Holy crap! Su Fan, who has made a contract with the Candle Dragon God, is absolutely terrifying!"
"That's awesome, who cares about anything else!"
"This mythical arena battle was so exciting!"
Across the land of China, the people of China are engaged in a heated discussion.
Inside the secret chamber of the Forbidden City, Elder Mo and the others breathed a sigh of relief, their faces showing excitement.
"We won! And we won so decisively!" Yuan Qingsheng exclaimed excitedly. "That kid Su Fan always manages to surprise us!"
Tang Sanzang nodded slightly, but a hint of seriousness appeared in his eyes:
"Young friend Su has expended a great deal of energy, and Zhulong's abilities have already been exposed. The opponent will undoubtedly have specific plans for the next two arenas. The second arena…"
"That's probably the real tough battle yet."
Sure enough, shortly after the results of the first Mythical Arena were announced, the golden scroll that stretched across the sky unfurled once more:
[Second Arena: Unrestricted Pantheon Free-for-All!]
[Within a limited time of one incense stick's time, both sides must submit information on their second participant and the corresponding deity!]
The loser of this arena will suffer a 30% reduction in their nation's fortune! Furthermore, their civilization's divine power will be forcibly reduced by 50% over the next year!
Unrestricted pantheon battle!
This means that the other side can send out gods from any pantheon.
As for reducing the abilities of all Divine Warriors by 50%, this is something that no country can accept.
All the Divine Guardians' abilities were reduced by 50%, and after that, the country was practically at the mercy of others!
The pressure, like a massive tsunami, crashed down on China.
Su Fan was teleported back to the Forbidden City and then immediately sent to a specially made quiet room to recover.
Yuan Qingsheng and others urgently discussed the selection of participants for the second round of the competition.
"We must defend the second ring!"
Mr. Mo was resolute.
"All the Divine Warriors are weakened by half; this is a war of annihilation! Who can fight?"
The powerful Divine Masters exchanged bewildered glances.
Although Su Fan won the first round, he also revealed the power of the Candle Dragon, so his opponent must be on guard.
In an unrestricted free-for-all, the opponent may send out a Guardian of the Gods who can counter the power of time or possess special rules similar to gods.
Therefore, he cannot participate for the time being; if he does, he will inevitably fail.
"I'll go."
An elderly man, who had been silent all along and was dressed in a blue robe, slowly spoke.
He is an eighth-tier God Master from China, but because the god he contracts with is extremely special, his strength is no less than that of a ninth-tier God Master.
"Old Zhao, your deity..."
Old Mo looked at him, his eyes filled with both expectation and worry.
The old man in the green robe, Zhao Shouzhen, nodded:
"This Mythical Arena has no restrictions, which is the perfect time for the god I have contracted to unleash his divine power. However, using the power of this Chinese god comes at a high price, and once exposed, I fear I will become the target of everyone's wrath in the future."
"We can't worry about that now."
Ma Tao said in a deep voice, "Old Yuan and I have had our abilities thoroughly studied. We can only rely on you two. Let's get through this difficult time first!"
Tang Sanzang also looked at Zhao Shouzhen, his gaze seemingly able to penetrate Zhao Shouzhen's body:
"Is the deity with whom Benefactor Zhao made a contract related to the netherworld and reincarnation?"
Zhao Shouzhen was slightly taken aback, then said frankly:
"Master, your eyes are sharp. The one I have made a pact with is the divine shadow of the judge of the underworld, who wields a portion of the power of the Book of Life and Death, capable of judging good and evil, and taking away souls and lives."
Judge!
Everyone's spirits lifted.
Su Fan also had a contract with a god from the underworld, and they knew just how powerful he was.
The deities of the underworld system are extremely unique in the Chinese pantheon. They govern life and death and reincarnation, and their powers are unpredictable and mysterious, making them well-suited for unrestricted free-for-all battles.
Tang Sanzang nodded.
"The gods of the underworld, though belonging to the netherworld, are also of the righteous path, maintaining the order of yin and yang. Benefactor Zhao may go into battle."
"This humble monk can also bestow upon you a seal of righteous Dharma to protect your mind and spirit, so that when you wield the power of the judge, you will not be harmed by the evil thoughts of vengeful spirits."
"Thank you, Venerable Master!"
Zhao Shouzhen was overjoyed upon hearing this and bowed respectfully.
The time it takes for an incense stick to burn quickly passed.
Above the deep ocean, the illusory image of the second arena solidified completely.
The scene on this level of the arena is completely different from that on the first level.
It seemed to float in a pitch-black void, the arena itself made of some kind of dark bronze metal, engraved with twisted runes and skull reliefs.
A chilling wind blew from all sides, and faint sounds of ghosts wailing and howling could be heard.
As the beam of light descended from the east of the arena, Zhao Shouzhen's figure appeared.
He was dressed in a blue robe, and in his hand was a simple black writing brush. A book that seemed both real and unreal hung at his waist, with two ancient seal characters on the cover: Judge!
To the west of the arena, the pillar of light was even thicker and darker.
As the beam of light dissipated, the figure that appeared made all the high-ranking officials of China who were watching the battle feel a chill in their hearts.
Three more Divine Guardians, another case of outnumbered forces!
Across China, the people were filled with rage.
"No, why, why is it another round with fewer players against more?!"
"Exactly, the first game was understandable, we weren't prepared, but this second game..."
"Why don't we send three Divine Masters up there too?!"
"Upstairs, each country can only send one God Master. The opposing team is an alliance, and they can send a maximum of three God Masters. This is allowed by the Mythical Arena."
"I'll fucking scare him! Why the hell is this some kind of damn mythical arena?"
"There's nothing we can do; they're the challenger, so we can only passively accept it."
"..."
Behind the divine lord in the middle was a figure shrouded in a wide black robe, his face obscured, with only pale bones faintly visible beneath the robe.
He held a sickle in his hand, the handle of which was a twisted spine, and the blade was a bottomless abyss of darkness.
Behind Him was a constantly spinning dark vortex that could devour all light.
Within the vortex, countless struggling faces of the dead could be vaguely seen, emitting silent wails.
"This is... Death?"
Yuan Qingsheng's face was grim.
"Not Anubis of Egypt, nor Hela of Northern Europe... this pure aura of death... it's Thanatos, the ancient Greek god of death!"
"There are also helpers."
"Old Mo said in a deep voice."
On the left is an elderly ancient Egyptian man dressed in a magnificent priestly robe and wearing a golden eagle-headed crown, holding a staff topped with golden scales.
Behind him, the illusory image of Anubis, with the head of a jackal and the body of a human, stood solemnly.
On the right is a burly man wearing Viking-style armor, with one eye and long, blood-red hair, holding a broken giant axe.
Behind them, the phantom of a goddess, half beautiful and half decaying, appeared and disappeared.
Hela, the Norse goddess of death!
Thanatos, Anubis, Hela!
The three Shinigami gods have gathered at the second arena!
This is such a damn coincidence!
"This is troublesome," Ma Tao muttered.
On the arena, Zhao Shouzhen looked at the three Death Gods opposite him with a solemn expression, but without any fear.
He slowly unfurled the phantom of the Book of Life and Death at his waist and raised the black judge's pen.
"Huaxia, Zhao Shouzhen. Contracted Deity: Cui Jue, Judge of the Underworld and Minister of the Underworld Law!"
"The judge's pen determines good and evil!"
"The Book of Life and Death determines life and death!"
"Since you all also govern death, then let me see whether your heretical death gods wield greater power, or the gods of my Chinese underworld are more powerful!"
The one in the middle burst into laughter.
"Hahaha... Judge of China? A mere inferior deity dares to presume to be comparable to our gods? Today, I will show you what the true... Lord of Death is!"
After saying that, the God Master waved his hand, and the phantom of Thanatos behind him raised his scythe. The dark vortex around him suddenly expanded and devoured Zhao Shouzhen!
The scales in Anubis's phantom hand began to tilt, and an invisible force of death's judgment enveloped the arena.
Hela's phantom let out a shrill laugh, and an endless army of the dead surged out from its rotting half-body!
In the second arena, the judge of the underworld faced off against the three Grim Reapers, and a fierce battle erupted instantly!