Super God: Kissing an Angel at the Beginning, Building an Empire

On the auction stage, red silk fluttered and precious light shone everywhere.

Ye Chen sat high above the nine heavens, overlooking the world like a god.

His eyes were indifferent as he swept across the large number of Dou Shengs hidden in the void in the auction house, and an imperceptible arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

These fighting saints are all top existences in this world, and each of them possesses the power to destroy the world.

On weekdays, they are high above and admired by thousands of people.

But at this moment, they felt an unprecedented sense of oppression.

It was as if he was just an ant, and that unknown existence was the dragon hanging high in the sky.

"What's going on? Why do I suddenly feel uneasy, as if someone is spying on me?"

"So you, Old Man Yan, have the same feeling. I also feel like someone is spying on me, and the other party has..."

……

Ye Chen's gaze made the Dou Shengs hiding in the void frown slightly.

As the strongest group of people below the Fighting Saint, Fighting God, and Main God, although they do not have the Mark of Heaven's Heart, they are also the reserve gods.

They have a very deep understanding of the Tianxin Seal.

Seeing these Douluo like this, and the approximate time and space coordinates of the world consciousness that had just been located suddenly became vague, which made Ye Chen raise his eyebrows.

"Interesting, it seems that this group of Dousheng has a deep connection with the consciousness of this world."

Thinking of this, Ye Chen slowly raised his right hand, spread out his five fingers, and pointed his palm towards the void.

An invisible force surged out from his palm and instantly enveloped an area of ​​billions of miles.

Those Dou Sheng masters who were originally sitting in the void felt a huge force coming, and their bodies broke through the void uncontrollably.

"This is……"

"what happened?"

Exclamations came one after another, but soon stopped.

Because Ye Chen took action.

He clenched his five fingers and squeezed lightly.

"boom!"

A muffled sound exploded in everyone's ears.

A powerful Dou Sheng from the Yan clan, his body shattered into pieces like fragile porcelain, and turned into a ball of blood mist.

The blood mist drifted, dyeing the sky red.

At this moment, the world seemed to be still.

Everyone stared at the scene with eyes wide open, disbelief written all over their faces.

A fighting saint died just like that?
Moreover, he was killed instantly in one strike?

How can this be?

You know, the Dou Sheng strongmen are already standing at the pinnacle of the continent, and each of them possesses a nearly immortal body.

Killing a Fighting Saint is as difficult as ascending to heaven.

But now, in Ye Chen's hands, the Fighting Saint is as fragile as an ant.

How could they not be shocked and terrified?
Just as everyone was horrified, a strange phenomenon suddenly occurred between heaven and earth.

The wind was howling, dark clouds were rolling, and lightning and thunder were flashing.

Then, blood rained down.

This bloody rain was as red as ink, and carried a sickening smell of blood.

"The sky is crying!"

"When a saint dies, heaven and earth mourn together!"

"What happened? How could a saint die out of nowhere?!"

The people who were watching the auction enthusiastically in the auction hall cried out in surprise when they saw this sudden strange phenomenon in the sky and earth.

There was a tremor in his voice, and a fear that was hard to conceal.

The phenomenon of heaven weeping only occurs when a saint dies.

And now, the sky is crying, which means that the Fighting Saint or the Magic Saint is really dead.

It's not an illusion, nor is it a lie.

With the death of this saint, Ye Chen's eyes flickered as he felt the increasingly clear fluctuations between heaven and earth.

He knew that he had guessed correctly.

The "world consciousness" of this world is indeed closely related to these so-called "Fighting Saints".

The saint fell, and the way of heaven was shaken.

This was the opportunity for him to find "world consciousness".

Thinking of this, Ye Chen immediately looked at the two saints again.

The two saints are the Fighting Saint of the Thunder Clan and the Magic Saint of the Western Dark God Cult.

Feeling the unknown gaze of Ye Chen, the two saints' bodies suddenly stiffened, their eyes filled with fear.

They wanted to escape, but their bodies seemed to be frozen and they couldn't move.

"Do not……"

He roared in despair, but the sound was drowned out by the roar. "Bang!"

There were two more muffled sounds, and blood mist filled the air.

The Thunder Clan’s Fighting Saint has fallen!
The Dark God's cult's saint has fallen!
The sky cries, and it comes again.

The bloody rain became even heavier.

The fluctuations between heaven and earth are becoming clearer.

Ye Chen could feel that the "world consciousness" hidden deep in the world was becoming clearer and clearer.

"not enough."

A cold light flashed in Ye Chen's eyes, and he attacked again.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

There were three consecutive muffled sounds, and three saints fell one after another.

The blood mist dyed the entire sky red.

The blood rain poured down like a waterfall.

At this moment, the sky and the earth seemed to have turned blood red.

The whole world was in dead silence.

Everyone was shocked by the strange phenomenon in heaven and earth. They stared blankly at the sky, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

"enough!"

At this moment, a roar came from time and space.

Then, a figure tore through space and appeared above the auction floor.

He was an old man, wearing a purple and gold robe, with an aura as deep as the ocean.

When he opened and closed his eyes, there was a faint vision of stars disappearing, giving people a great sense of oppression.

"Fighting God's Soul Roars to the Sky!"

Someone recognized the old man's identity and exclaimed.

Hun Xiaotian, the ancestor of the Hun clan and the only powerful Fighting God.

It is also one of the most powerful beings in this world.

His appearance gave everyone a glimmer of hope.

Perhaps, only he can stop Ye Chen's crazy behavior.

However, Ye Chen just glanced at him indifferently and raised his hand again.

"you dare!"

Hun Xiaotian roared, his voice shaking the sky.

He flashed and tried to stop Ye Chen.

Seeing this, Ye Chen curled the corner of his mouth, and then grabbed Hun Xiaotian fiercely.

"Since these people won't let me kill you, then I'll kill you. I believe the fall of a god will allow the world consciousness of this world to fully manifest."

As he spoke, Ye Chen stretched out his big hand, as if he was holding the world in his palm, and instantly sealed off the space and time around Hun Xiaotian.

"boom!"

The soul roared to the sky and fell.

The blood mist filled the air again.

The sky wept more and more miserably.

And the "world consciousness" hidden deep in the world finally awakened completely.

A vast and powerful force surged out from the void and instantly enveloped the entire auction hall.

This force is invisible and intangible, yet it is everywhere.

It is above all laws and controls the life and death of all things in the world.

This is the power of "world consciousness".

It is also Ye Chen’s goal.

Feeling this power, Ye Chen's eyes flashed with light.

He finally waited for it.

"Finally, you showed up?"

Ye Chen's voice was calm and indifferent, yet it carried an indescribable dominance.

He slowly raised his head and looked into the depths of the void.

There, there was a pair of eyes, watching him.

There was no emotion in those eyes, only endless coldness and indifference.

It was as if everything in the world was just an ant in its eyes.

And Ye Chen was the one who dared to provoke it...

Ants. (End of this chapter)