Atop the Heavenly Sword Mountain.
Three figures stood peerlessly against the sky, exuding an overwhelming divine presence. Behind them, waves of terrifying godly energy rippled through the air. Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong's eyes burned with unquenchable fury, as if they wished to tear Chen Xiaoming apart limb from limb.
Tang San, however, wore a slightly solemn expression. His gaze shifted between Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong, then to the unhurried, composed figure of Chen Xiaoming rising to his feet.
Even now, having ascended to godhood himself, Tang San found that he still could not perceive the full depths of Chen Xiaoming's power. A veil of ephemeral mist enshrouded him, obstructing even his divine sense.
One thing was certain, though—Chen Xiaoming hadn't summoned him here to help fend off Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong.
Having known him for years, Tang San understood Chen Xiaoming's nature well.
To put it nicely, his life was one of ceaseless battles, never stopping to rest.
To put it bluntly, he was either showing off or on his way to showing off.
Recalling Chen Xiaoming's past mention of a battle upon godhood, Tang San had a strong hunch—today was that day.
Step.
Chen Xiaoming took a single step forward into the void. A faint ripple of spatial energy spread outward. In the blink of an eye, he had already positioned himself between the others.
"I have waited for you all these years. At last, today, you have all become gods!"
The moment his words fell, Bibi Dong's expression shifted. There was a deeper meaning in his words—as if he had long foreseen their ascension.
Such confidence gave Bibi Dong the unsettling feeling that she had stepped straight into his trap. Her wariness grew sharper.
"At this moment, across the entire continent, only the three of you have ascended to godhood. There is no more need to wait."
Chen Xiaoming sighed softly. After waiting for so many years, he was in no mood to delay any further. Though he hadn't fully realized a certain small goal from years past, plans could never keep up with the pace of change.
Would nine million-year soul rings be enough to challenge a god? Perhaps he would return to test that another day.
His gaze swept across Tang San, Bibi Dong, and Qian Renxue. A faint smile curled his lips. With the continent's strongest three now gathered, it was time to begin.
"Xiao San, join forces with them. I told you back then, I would fight upon reaching godhood. Today is the day."
For this final battle, Chen Xiaoming wished to leave no regrets. As soon as he spoke, soul power surged from within him. A silver wooden spear materialized in his hand, and his figure flashed forward, heading straight for Tang San.
"Teacher Chen, you…"
"Hahaha! Xiao San, if you won't make a move, then I'll start first."
Understanding Tang San's temperament, Chen Xiaoming knew he had to force his hand. The silver light on his Dragon Spear gleamed coldly as an aura of death spread outward. An immense energy converged at the tip of the spear.
Boom!
Tang San's expression changed. He raised his Sea God Trident, divine power surging as he met the attack head-on. A mighty force erupted from the impact, sending shockwaves through the air. Tang San's face twisted in astonishment.
"You'd better not hold back, or else I won't be responsible for any injuries."
Chen Xiaoming chuckled lightly. The space around him trembled, and in the next moment, his figure vanished, reappearing beside Tang San. His spear shot forward, aimed directly at Tang San's forehead.
"Not good!"
A silver brilliance flickered at the spear's tip, shifting between light and shadow. Tang San sensed the threat in that strike. His divine power exploded, coating the Sea God Trident in an azure radiance. A terrifying force surged forth.
Boom!
A devastating shockwave burst outward. Chen Xiaoming's figure was blasted backward, yet he remained completely unharmed. Instead, he threw his head back and laughed heartily.
"Hahaha! Come! Let me witness the power of the Sea God!"
As he was sent flying, a sharp light flashed in Chen Xiaoming's eyes. Twisting his body midair, he flicked his wrist, sending two silver beams streaking toward the onlooking Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong.
Clang! Clang!
Seeing the attack approach, Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong froze for a moment. Then their eyes blazed with fury as they unleashed their divine power, deflecting the silver lights.
"Chen! Xiao! Ming! You—!"
"You what? Didn't you come seeking revenge? If not now, then when?!"
Cutting off Qian Renxue's words, Chen Xiaoming taunted both her and Bibi Dong. Did they really think they could sit back and watch while he fought Tang San, only to strike at the opportune moment? It wasn't going to be that easy.
He hadn't gathered the three of them here just to take them down one by one.
In a flash, Chen Xiaoming turned away from Tang San and rushed toward Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong.
"If you won't make a move, then I won't hold back!"
Bibi Dong, who had remained silent all this time, let a flicker of killing intent flash through her cold eyes. As the Rakshasa God, she wanted to see just what made Chen Xiaoming so confident.
"Arrogant!"
Her figure blurred as she moved. In an instant, her eyes turned a deep emerald green, overlaid with a web-like darkness—eerie and ominous. A massive purple-black scythe appeared in her hands, crackling with divine energy.
The purple glow intensified as the scythe expanded to a hundred meters in size. Bibi Dong's gaze turned icy as she slashed through the sky, focusing her divine sense upon the blade. A chilling, wicked aura surged toward Chen Xiaoming.
A wave of extreme cold and malice erupted, making Chen Xiaoming frown. It felt as though he had been plunged into the depths of the abyss, his body momentarily frozen.
"Hmph! Die!"
Seeing Chen Xiaoming momentarily restrained, Bibi Dong showed no hesitation. She swung the massive scythe directly at his head. Tang San, who had been watching, was taken aback, wanting to intervene—only to sense a strange ripple in space.
Buzz…
The purple-black scythe sliced through the air, sending ripples across space like waves on a lake. As the ripples reached Chen Xiaoming, a silver light flashed, and his body seemed to meld into the space itself, twisting along with the ripples.
Bibi Dong's confident strike passed straight through him—as if slicing through air itself.
"How… is this possible?!"
Even a god shouldn't have been able to evade her attack so effortlessly. Bibi Dong's expression flickered in disbelief. For the first time, she began to believe Qian Renxue's earlier warnings.
Tang San and Qian Renxue, too, were momentarily stunned.
Chen Xiaoming had stood still, allowing Bibi Dong to land a direct hit—yet he remained completely unscathed. As gods themselves, they knew how impossibly difficult that was.
Neither Qian Renxue nor Tang San believed they could accomplish such a feat.
Space rippled again as Chen Xiaoming emerged, his gaze meeting Bibi Dong's. There was a trace of disappointment in his eyes.
"Sigh. You are all too weak. I should have waited until you were stronger before facing you."
-------
Want to read ahead of schedule?
Join here for advance chapters: patreon.com / igotneonlight