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"You lowly god, do you wish to kill the great god of war, Ares?"

"You should know that my power is among the greatest of the Olympian gods."

"If you try to kill me, the gods will know."

Ares threatened loudly.

The white tiger remained unmoved, its battle blade humming intermittently.

"Hephaestus, my brother."

"I am your brother, are you going to allow this evil creature to kill me?"

"No, you wouldn't do that, would you?"

Ares began to feel fear.

He doesn't want to die.

Nobody wants to die.

Di Jun did not respond.

His space, however, was more compact than before.

The white tiger chuckled coldly and continued its attack.

His divine power tore Ares apart as he continued to plead.

"No, my brother, do you want to sadden the great Mother Goddess?"

Ares was very flustered.

He didn't want to die; he hoped that Di Jun would spare his life for the sake of the great goddess Hera.

Go to hell.

Baihu struck again, severing the opponent's head.

The murderous aura within the blade tore Ares's body and soul to shreds.

The true spirit was also shattered.

His strength weakened once again.

A mass of flesh and blood slowly regenerated in the void.

"almost!"

The white tiger roared loudly.

He took out another purple-veined peach.

After eating the peaches, he regained his original state.

He then waited for the moment Ares would be resurrected before entering his True Spirit Space.

Ares's true spirit space is vast.

Beneath my feet lay a sea of ​​blood.

Endless blood boiled in this space.

A massive mass of true spirit emerged from it.

The terrifying power caused this sea of ​​blood to tremble continuously.

“You lowly evil god, how dare you enter the true spirit of the great Ares.”

"Do you want to fight me?"

"Get out of here immediately, and I might forgive your recklessness."

Knowing he might die, Ares was no longer as arrogant as before.

Even though it was his home turf, he still didn't dare to take any risks.

He didn't want any danger.

When danger involves life, he is extremely cautious.

Everything you have will belong to me.

Without further ado, Baihu announced the outcome of the great battle.

It transformed into its true form and pounced on it.

A white tiger tore through the sea of ​​blood, lunging at Ares's true spirit.

Ares roared, and the True Spirit donned the armor of the God of War once more.

He is a god.

God also has his own dignity.

His request has been rejected.

If he were to fawn over others again, he would despise himself.

As a deity, he now intends to unleash his full power.

Even if it means death, we must fight to the death to take down the enemy.

Although I know it's futile.

But Ares' pride compels him to do so.

The two gods were locked in battle.

The battle between true spirits is extremely brutal.

Especially since there is no peerless divine weapon like the God-Devouring Spear.

A piece of the white tiger's body was torn apart.

But without hesitation, he came over and took another bite of Ares' arm.

Ares's true spirit is still slowly recovering.

However, the White Tiger had already recovered rapidly by consuming the opponent's divine power of law.

He seemed to be a ferocious beast by nature, and ferocious beasts don't need much skill. The two fought continuously.

The white tiger's claws shattered Ares's true spirit once again.

Ares's true spirit slowly revived in this space.

But this time, the resurrected being was an extremely emaciated true spirit.

It was almost skin and bones, and every inch of flesh and blood seemed especially precious.

"I'll stake my honor on the God of War!"

Ares summoned the Divine Spear and the Shield of the God of War.

The spear struck the shield hard, producing a dull thud.

The white tiger roared to the sky, the character "king" on its forehead gleaming with divine light.

A pair of wings sprouted from his two sides.

This is his trump card.

The best card ever kept at the bottom of the box.

Moreover, he still has one card left unused.

Ares prepared to fight to the death.

But the white tiger had already flapped its wings and pounced forward.

His speed was extremely fast, and his sharp claws tore forward fiercely, directly shattering the portion of power condensed from Ares's true spirit and the power of faith.

"No, what's going on!"

"My power."

Before Ares could unleash his full power, his true spirit was torn apart.

That portion of the power enhanced by faith became his most fatal flaw.

This was a flaw that Xiaoming had previously told the gods of the Greek mythological world about in the prehistoric world.

I've never used the White Tiger.

It was only used at this final moment, unleashing an extremely powerful attack.

"Your power will belong to me."

The white tiger roared and its claws slashed down again, shattering Ares's true spirit into a pile of fragments.

This space instantly became deathly silent.

Ares' power was completely erased, and even the source of divine power became lifeless.

The white tiger took a deep breath.

His energy expenditure was also very high.

But looking at the mass of origin in front of him, his eyes revealed a look of anticipation.

Once he devours this source, his power will surpass what it was before.

The white tiger swallowed the source of the God of War's divine power in one gulp.

The God of War's body was also completely shattered, turning into beams of divine power that flowed into the White Tiger's body.

He sat cross-legged within the formation, his entire body radiating streaks of bloody light.

Seeing that he had won, Xiao Ming smiled and withdrew the innate fire-elemental formation.

The primal aura of the God of War once again emanated from him.

Inside the temple on Mount Olympus, the light on the throne of the god of war suddenly dimmed, then burst forth with immense brilliance once more.

The brilliance only burst forth for a moment before receding again.

The white tiger slowly opened its eyes, looked in Xiaoming's direction, and bowed.

"God!"

"You haven't fully absorbed the power yet, why don't you absorb it first?"

"His Majesty has important matters to attend to; how can I allow him to be distracted?"

Baihu was afraid that his own affairs would delay Xiaoming's important matter.

Therefore, it does not absorb power, but rather absorbs it into the true spirit.

"That's fine then. Let's go see what's going on with the Moon Goddess."

Xiao Ming's gaze was empty as he looked towards the underworld.

In the underworld, Persephone, the queen of the underworld, was preparing a banquet in her palace.

Her message has been sent out; she is now only waiting for the Moon Goddess to arrive.

Artemis, the goddess of the moon, is hunting.

She felt a little annoyed.

That was a deep-seated unease.

She seemed to sense something, but couldn't quite put her finger on it.

He could only vent his frustration on his prey.

Her divine power was inherently imbued with the magic of moonlight.

This power is very special.

They have a slight ability to foresee the future.

She sensed a vague future, but couldn't quite put her finger on it.

Artemis saw a golden raven fly down from the sky.

She drew her bow and shot down the crow.

The raven's divine light transformed into a dim, yellowish glow, and a blurry human figure emerged from its eyes. (End of Chapter)