A group of high-level officials of the Light Curia hurriedly pulled the Holy Father of Light out of the pantheon.

  Everyone on the scene gasped when they saw the Holy Father of Light’s condition.

  His chest had collapsed with a large hole in its place, and his face was pale.

  “It was just a punch!”

  “He wounded the Holy Father severely with just a punch! Wouldn’t His Majesty die if he were to hit His majesty with another punch?”

  “Who is this guy? That’s too powerful. I can’t believe that the Holy Father of Light, one of the most powerful beings in Auguland, couldn’t withstand his punch.”

  “I have never seen anyone like this for the hundreds of years I have been on Auguland.”

  There were discussions among the people.

  “His Excellency is badass!”

  “Even the Holy Father isn’t his match!”

  Delia and her father, Armando, were the most excited people there. They knew that Ling Jiu was great, but they never expected him to be this great.

  He had killed the Holy Son with one hand.

  He had swallowed the Knights Templars in one go.

  He had crushed the Holy Father of Light with just a punch.

  Was His Excellency even a human?

  Was he not equal to the True Gods from heaven?

  The Holy Father of Light coughed. Every time he did, he would burp up a mouthful of blood. He looked at Ling Jiu.

  “Who are you, really? As far as I know, the Light Curia has never met you before. Why are you attacking the Light Curia unprovoked?”

  “Indeed. The Light Curios and I have never met before.”

  Ling Jiu came out of his daze and shot a glance at the Holy Father of Light. “But do I need a reason to kill?”

  The Holy Father of Light spurted another mouthful of blood upon hearing his answer.

  Did he need a reason?

  How arrogant!

  You killed the Holy Son of the Light Curia, swallowed the 18 Knights Templars, and beat me to a pulp—and all this for no reason?

  The Holy Father of Light almost cried—what a bully this guy was.

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  “The Great Lord will not let you go unpunished for your bullying,” the Holy Father of Light said in a trembling voice. “He will punish you and sanction you. The glory of the Lord must not be besmirched, and all heretics will receive judgment.”

  “Judgment?” The corner of Ling Jiu’s mouth curled up in a smirk as he looked up at the blue sky nonchalantly. “Then let him come and judge—I would like to see what the God of Light is capable of.”

  “How dare you!” someone shouted in the sky as soon as Ling Jiu’s voice trailed off.

  The next moment, a dazzling red beam of light descended from the sky and landed above the Pantheon of Light.

  How high was this beam of light?

  No one knew.

  It seemed to extend down from the distant outer sky—higher than the sky.

  Immediately after, a red figure slowly floated down the beam of light and appeared in the sky.

  As soon as this figure appeared, a coercive force that no commoner could not withstand hit the mind of everyone.

  The air turned viscous.

  The void froze in an instant.

  Common believers dropped to the ground, panting heavily. They found the air was extremely viscous, and they could not get much oxygen.

  “The power of God!”

  “It is the power of God!”

  “God has come!”

  The expressions of the Sacreds changed as they looked in disbelief at the fiery red figure hovering in the sky.

  However, the Holy Father of Light and the top figures of the Curia were excited beyond words. They recognized the fiery red figure.

  “The God of Fire!”

  “It is the great God of Fire!”

  “The God of Fire must have come to punish that goddamn heretic. Your time is up, you heretic!”

  Ling Jiu had also noticed the fiery red figure from the sky, his face grave. “It seems that someone powerful has come, Leoux.”

  “This guy is a Level 3 galactic being, slightly more powerful than the elders of the Merpeople, not by much. That is about it,” Leoux said with disdain. “If I am not mistaken, this guy is a True God of the Light Deities. Just that I don’t know which.”

  The fire dragon, Esbiak was s Sacred, after all. It might know things on Auguland well, but not so in the case of the world of the gods.

  “Yeah.”

  The fiery red figure stopped in the sky, and the red beam of light engulfing him also disappeared.

  He was about the same height as a normal person, but there was a layer of red flame burning all over his body. On his forehead was a mark of flame, like the god of fire from the ancient heaven.

  “Hail to the great God of Fire!”

  The Holy Father and the top officials of the Light Curia went down on their knees and bowed to the God of Fire in the air.

  Grover Godolphin, the God of Fire……

  One of the most important True Gods of the Light Deities.

  “Rise.”

  Grover Godolphin, the God of Fire, glanced at the Holy Father of Light and others, and then his gaze fell on Ling Jiu and said something surprising everyone. “You are not from Auguland.”

  “You can see that? Not bad,” Ling Jiu complimented him.

  “What?”

  “He is not from Auguland?”

  “No wonder he is unknown, yet so powerful. It turns out that he is not from Auguland. So where does he come from?”

  It shocked the Holy Father of Light and everyone else upon hearing the conversation between the God of Fire and Ling Jiu. They all looked at Ling Jiu in disbelief.

  “His Excellency is not from Auguland?” Armando and Delia were also stunned.

  “Auguland exists in the chaotic void. Every so often, there will always be demons from the outer sky coming here. You are not the first, and you will not be the last,” The God of Fire said faintly. “But they all faced the same fate: killed and buried deep in the ground of Auguland.”

  “So?” Ling Jiu cocked an eyebrow.

  “Surrender, or you will face the wrath of the gods.”

  The God of Fire stared at him. The flames burning all over his body expanded in an instant, as there was terrifying energy with a burst of high pressure around him.

  “The gods? Another group of guys who pretend to be gods.” Ling Jiu shook his head. “I am afraid that I can’t surrender—not in this life unless you can kill me, or be killed.”

  The God of Fire knew that negotiation was pointless. Anyone who had attained this level of cultivation would be so mentally strong that no words could bend their wills.

  So, let’s fight. After all, fists spoke louder than words.

  “Kill!”

  The God of Fire roared and spat out a red fire dragon from his mouth. The fire dragon rose against the wind and grew to a hundred meters long in the blink of an eye.

  It then let out an angry roar as it swooped down at Ling Jiu.

  “Let’s see what you’ve got.” Ling Jiu raised his right hand and then pointed into the air.

  A substantial silver light spot shot out from his fingertip, as if the Six-Vein Divine Sword of Duan Yu, to greet the incoming red fire dragon.

  The silver light spot looked as if it was a bullet, while the red fire dragon was a nuclear bomb. Their auras and powers were not at the same level.

  However, something astonishing happened when the silver light spot and the red fire dragon collided: the hundred-meter-long red fire dragon vanished.

  When the silver light passed through the fire dragon and reached the tail, the fire dragon vanished into thin air.

  Yet, the silver light spot continued its momentum and shot forward. The God of Fire was shocked and immediately tried to punch the silver light spot.

  Something incredible happened again. Upon hitting the silver light spot, his fist vanished, just like the red fire dragon.

  “Not good!”

  The God of Fire severed his arm decisively in the nick of time and fled into the distance. The silver light spot continued to shoot forward before it hit a massive mountain in the distance.

  There was no horrible explosion, no earth-shattering blast, yet the mountain vanished without making a sound.

  Chapter 295: Killing Three More Gods, the Coming of the Prime God

  A massive mountain had just vanished into thin air.

  What magic was it?

  Everyone, including Grover Godolphin, was shocked.

  “What do you think of this move of mine, the great God of Fire?” Ling Jiu snapped his fingers and smiled at the God of Fire.

  “Is it the Laws?”

  The God of Fire’s face looked grave. He had felt the energy of the laws of heaven and earth in the silver light spots. But he did not know what specific law it was.

  He was sure this was an unprecedented law of heaven and earth.

  “Yes, it is the laws.” Ling Jiu nodded slightly. The silver light spot was nothing but the power of the Law of Dimensions—zero-dimensional space, to be exact.

  Zero-dimensional meant having no extent in any direction.

  Space without dimensions was vertex.

  So zero-dimensional space was also called vertex space.

  The law of the zero-dimensional space’s power was the law of the vertex space’s power.

  “All attacks vanish for no reason. What is that law?”

  The God of Fire’s brows were knitted together tightly. He then seemed to think of something, his pupils contracting. “Could it be the Law of Dimensions?”

  “You guessed it, but no prizes for you.” Ling Jiu let out a faint smile without denying it.

  “It really is the Law of Dimensions!”

  The God of Fire gasped. “The Law of Dimensions, according to legend, is the toughest law to comprehend save for the Law of Time. I can’t believe that you have comprehended it!”

  “Are you still fighting or not?” Ling Jiu waved his hand impatiently.

  The God of Fire hesitated this time. He would have definitely attacked with no hesitation before this. But Ling Jiu had comprehended the Law of Dimensions.

  The Law of Dimensions was recognized as not only one of the most difficult to comprehend but also one of the most powerful.

  Could he defeat his opponent when facing the being that had comprehended the Law of Dimensions?

  The God of Fire seriously doubted it.

  “You won’t fight? I will help myself then.” Ling Jiu cracked his neck. The next moment the God of Fire knew, Ling Jiu’s right fist struck out like a cannonball in front of him.

  “That’s fast!”

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  The God of Fire’s expression changed drastically as dodging it was too late. He could only parry with his arm at this critical moment.

  Ling Jiu crushed the God of Fire’s arm and hit his chest in an instant.

  Ling Jiu punched through the God of Fire’s breastbones, his fist exiting the God of Fire’s back.

  Blood gurgled out of the God of Fire’s body. His mouth was wide open, and disbelief filled his eyes. “I-I can believe that I will die at your hands.”

  “You claim to be a god, but you are not actually a god. Of course, you will die.”

  Ling Jiu vaporized the blood on his hand as he pulled back his fist. “You must have been worshipped for too long to think that you will never die.”

  “I……”

  The God of Fire coughed out a mouthful of blood, his vision dimming as he was close to death. Just then, Ling Jiu took him into the Inner World with the wave of his hand.

  After all, he was a Level 3 galactic being; he could still provide Ling Jiu with a lot of vitality and dark bio-energy. Ling Jiu did not want to let all that go to waste.

  “He’s dead?”

  “The God of Fire is dead?”

  “He killed the great God of Fire?”

  Everyone looked at Ling Jiu in horror and disbelief.

  That was a True God, the immortal True God who ruled Auguland for thousands of years. Could a True God die? How could this be possible?

  It completely turned people’s understanding upside down. Auguland was home to countless living beings, and these mortal beings died and returned to earth as dust. But the gods never seemed to die. They were like stars that shone forever in the sky.

  Over time, people started to think that these gods were immortal, with eternal life, that they would never decay, or could be killed.

  No one on Auguland had ever witnessed the death of the gods. But now, the God of Fire, one of the True Gods, had been killed.

  It was shocking and mind-boggling.

  Just then, three light beams shone down from the sky, one silver, one yellow, and one green. Three people appeared as the light beams dissipated.

  A brawny man with horns wrapped in thunder and lightning, a fat man with a big belly, and a young girl in a green dress……

  The Holy Father of Light and others quickly bowed when they saw these three individuals. “Hail to the God of Thunder, the God of Earth, and the God of Wood.”

  They were gods. Gods had appeared again, and there were three of them this time.

  The believers and representatives of the various forces on the square were stunned. Those True Gods had been aloof and impossible to meet in the past. Yet, they were now seeing three at once.

  The three gods ignored the Holy Father of Light and others. Instead, they were staring at Ling Jiu with fear in their eyes.

  Crushed the God of Fire with just a punch—Ling Jiu was far more powerful than they thought.

  “Well, well, well. Here come another three gods.” Ling Jiu snapped his fingers in ridicule. “You all are here to suicide?”

  “The Prime God wants to see you.”

  The God of Wood who was wearing a green gauze skirt spoke. She had vermilion lips, and her voice was reminiscent of tingling spring water. It was sweet and ethereal, pleasing to the ears.

  “Wants to see me?” Ling Jiu dug into his ear. “Then ask him to come and see me. I am not a running lapdog that he can boss around.”

  “How dare you!”

  “Brazen!”

  “Bugger!”

  The God of Thunder, the God of Earth, and the God of Wood were appalled, looking at Ling Jiu with fury in their eyes. “Please mind your tone of voice!”

  Ling Jiu snickered and vanished.

  The next moment, three Ling Jius appeared in front of the three gods, raising their fists and striking the three gods on their heads.

  “Stop!”

  There was a loud shout from the sky. Ling Jiu ignored it and continued to punch.

  With three neat and crisp sounds, the heads of the God of Thunder, the God of Earth, and the God of Wood burst like a watermelon hit by a sledgehammer. Red and white brains scattered all over, leaving only three headless bodies suspended in mid-air.

  “Mind my tone of voice?”

  The three Ling Jius returned and became one again. “The God of Light is your Prime God. It has nothing to do with me. You respect him, honor him, and treat him as your father. However, he is nobody to me.”

  “They are dead!”

  There was dead silence in the Square of Light. Everyone was gasping in horror. If the killing of the God of Fire by Ling Jiu horrified them, then the death of the God of Thunder, the God of Earth, and the God of Wood turned their minds blank.

  The three True Gods had just been killed like that?

  “Oh, God of Light, this cannot be true! This cannot be true!”

  People muttered to themselves, unable to accept what they had witnessed.

  Just then, a shadow flashed, and a person appeared in front of them.

  This guy had six wings on his back, the head of an eagle, and the body of a human. He emanated a soft milky-white halo and a sacred, inexplicably comforting air.

  “The God of Light!”

  The Holy Father of Light, the Curia, all the believers, and representatives from the major forces went down on their knees at once.

  The God of Light had arrived.

  “How dare you kill the God of Fire, God of Thunder, God of Earth, and God of Wood! You deserve a thousand deaths for your sins!”

  The God of Light was enraged. Not even the endless sea could put out the anger in his heart.

  The four True Gods were his powerful right-hand men, the mainstay of the Light Deities. How could the Light Deities fight against other gods now that they were dead?

  How could they compete for control of faith on Auguland?