Does anyone actually Believes That My Master Is A Mortal?

Central Nan State.

On a scroll floating in midair.

The Evil God was exerting all his strength trying to squeeze his head through.

But with both hands stuck around half of his head, and the small space within the scroll, he was firmly wedged in, finding it difficult to emerge.

He was, however, relieved to see that those ants who dared to laugh at him had been injured by the shockwave.

Mere ants.

They had witnessed his embarrassing situation, mocked him, and even thought they could escape.

If these ants got away,

would he, the Evil God, still have any face left?

Twenty thousand years ago, he, the Evil God, had commanded the winds and clouds.

Who didn't know how much he valued his face?

But now, these ants twenty thousand years later seemed to be quite strong.

Their methods were all quite profound.

The Evil God didn't ponder much, his whole focus was on stretching his head out further.

The eight disciples of Wayless Sect below, stunned by the recent sonic boom, were all unable to move, and could only watch, gnashing their teeth, as the Evil God's head slowly emerged, clueless as to what they should do.

"What do we do? Do any of you have a way to notify Big Brother, or Senior Bai and the others?"

Zhang Han clenched his teeth and asked.

"No..."

Su Qianyuan shook his head.

The others also shook their heads.

They had exhausted all their methods.

In regards to such techniques for summoning help, they didn't need to be asked to know the answer.

They definitely didn't have any.

Given their personalities.

Why would they learn such techniques for summoning help? Practically invincible on the Divinity Continent, they had no need for it.

If they needed to summon help, that would truly be a loss of face for the disciples of the Wayless Sect.

The other disciples would surely look down upon them.

"Sigh, it seems I'll have to rely on myself."

Zhang Han sighed and silently took out something that looked like a jade talisman.

He crushed it directly.

Then he looked up at his fellow disciples.

"This is a tool for communication between me and Big Brother; breaking it should notify Big Brother. We can only hope that Big Brother's meditation isn't too deep."

Zhang Han said aloud.

Seven disciples of Wayless Sect: "?"

When it comes to skirting death, it's you.

You really do have a way to summon help.

"Why are you all staring at me? Shouldn't you be checking to see when Big Brother is going to arrive? Big Brother hasn't responded yet; I'm afraid he's really in deep meditation, and we're in trouble."

Zhang Han furrowed his brow.

The other disciples of Wayless Sect, facing such a situation, also felt they were out of options.

Facing the Evil God, a being of utmost power,

they truly had no plan whatsoever.

Mortals cannot defy immortals!

"A bunch of ants, thinking of escaping at a time like this?"

A piercing voice that made their hearts tremble sounded.

The eight disciples of Wayless Sect all looked up.

All they saw was that within the scroll, the Evil God had already stretched his whole head out.

What kind of head was that...

It wasn't quite majestic,

Nor was it wholly evil.

The Evil God's head had two horn-like protrusions similar to a bull's, ancient runes etched between his eyebrows, and he possessed two sets of eyes, with elongated fangs.

Somewhat majestic, yet also somewhat evil.

"Ants, you all deserve to die!"

The Evil God spread his arms and lunged at Zhang Han and the others.

He tried to kill all of them in one fell swoop.

"Run!"

The color drained from Zhang Han's face, and he shouted at the top of his lungs, forcing himself to stand and bolt away.

The other disciples hesitated no longer, running as well.

Injured by the Evil God's sonic blast, they were fortunate to summon any strength at all; their other abilities were useless now, so they poured all their remaining energy into running.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The Evil God's palm struck the earth, causing it to shake and plumes of dust to rise.

Clearly, his palm hadn't hit Zhang Han and his group.

The Evil God wasn't in a hurry, instead showing an eager look.

They saw the Evil God's half body crawl out of the scroll, lifting his palm for another strike.

He didn't add any oppressive force to it.

It was just a simple palm strike.

Such a palm strike, when Zhang Han and the others were using all their strength to flee for their lives, they naturally could dodge it.

The Evil God was not in a hurry at all, just palm strike after palm strike falling down, forcing Zhang Han and the others to desperately escape.

The two sides were like a cat playing with a mouse.

The Evil God was the cat, and Zhang Han and the others were the mice.

Clearly, the Evil God was having fun.

Having fun with Zhang Han and the others.

"Having fun?"

Just when the Evil God was getting into it,

a calm and nonchalant voice reached his ears.

"Hm??"

The Evil God was startled for a moment and twisted his body to look.

Not far from him,

a figure was standing in the air.

This figure stood there quietly, surrounded by a shining golden light, like a human-shaped light bulb.

In the illumination of that golden light,

even the heart of the Evil God felt a trace of panic.

"Who might you be, fellow Daoist?"

the Evil God asked aloud.

"Those below are disciples of mine,"

the figure said faintly.

If not Chu Yuan, then who could it be?

At this very moment, Chu Yuan's body was covered in golden light, but if one could see through the light, they would find.

His face was very dark.

Dark as the bottom of a pot.

Upon arrival, he saw his own disciples being played with like mice.

How could he not be angry?

After all, these were the disciples of someone named Chu.

And yet they were being played with like mice.

Did someone named Chu have no dignity?

"These are your disciples, fellow Daoist? If you had said so earlier, as the Old Ancestor, I would not have treated them so,"

the Evil God said, somewhat flustered.

The longer the golden light shone on him, the more flustered he became.

He didn't even know why he was flustered,

but there was a feeling.

If the man before him set his sights on him, things might go badly for him.

Upon hearing these words,

Chu Yuan remained silent, his face still dark.

He wanted to first test whether the Invincible State could indeed defeat this creature.

He slowly raised his hand.

Under the bewildered gaze of the Evil God,

a fist-sized Golden Halo condensed in his palm.

The Golden Halo contained an intense might of heaven and earth.

That heavenly might bore absolute suppressive force over all creatures.

The Evil God, being a creature as well, faced with the Golden Halo...

almost instantly judged.

He was no match for the wielder of this Golden Halo!

"Fellow Daoist! Let's discuss this!"

The Evil God wanted to flee, but half his body was firmly caught in the painting scroll, making escape impossible.

Therefore, he could only drag the scroll, trying desperately to get away.

"Fellow Daoist, please wait a moment!"

Chu Yuan, seeing the Evil God trying to escape, could not possibly misunderstand that the other was scared and running away.

He bellowed loudly, directly hurling the Golden Halo towards the Evil God.

The Evil God, seeing the Golden Halo bearing down on him, was horrified and frantically pulled on the scroll, trying to evade.

It's unknown whether it was Chu Yuan intentionally controlling it or that the Evil God was particularly adept,

but the Golden Halo actually missed the Evil God.

Boom!

The Golden Halo smashed into the ground of Nan State, and the entire Divinity Continent seemed to shudder.

"Fellow Daoist, this is all a misunderstanding, the Old Ancestor didn't mean to..."

The Evil God was trying to explain something,

but when he turned his head to look,

he saw a scene he would never forget in his life.

Chu Yuan stood high in the firmament, one hand raised, with a gigantic sphere the size of thousands of meters, like the sun, hanging above his head, its resplendent heavenly authority unassailable.

The Evil God: "..."

How could one possibly flee?

Was this meant to strike at him or to blow up the entire continent?