Rewriting the Gods

After exchanging blows for three to five rounds, Nezha figured out the strength of the Howling Moon Wolf. If he didn't need to lure them into making a move, Nezha could have defeated him in one strike.

In other words, His Majesty the Emperor insists on having a just cause, emphasizing the importance of a righteous and benevolent army. In my opinion, he should just attack directly; why go through all this trouble?

Nezha thought to himself, his hands still moving, trembling with the Howling Moon Wolf in front of him. It seemed that the two sides were evenly matched, fighting back and forth.

After estimating that they had fought for three to five hundred rounds, Nezha felt that the time was about right. Golden light shone from his hand, and a sharp aura swept out. The endless sharpness swept through the void, and Xiaoyue Tianlang felt a sharp pain between his eyebrows, and his spiritual senses kept warning him.

Howling Moon Wolf's expression changed drastically. This must be the human race's innate divine ability. He wondered where this human race came from, as their innate divine ability was so sharp.

Thoughts raced through his mind, but the Howling Moon Wolf did not hesitate. The silver moon mark between his brows shone brightly, and in the next moment, the entire Howling Moon Wolf transformed into moonlight, merging into the boundless moonlight.

During Nezha's investigation, the moonlight was filled with the aura of the Howling Moon Wolf, as if the Howling Moon Wolf was evenly distributed in every inch of moonlight.

Nezha was stunned for a moment. This innate divine power was somewhat similar to that of the Blood Sea Styx Ancestor, and it was indeed a good divine power for escaping.

Of course, it is only similar. The Styx Ancestor merged with the Blood Sea, which was formed from the filthy blood of the Great God Pangu. It is the root of the Underworld and is extremely difficult to erase. Even if it is erased, it will suffer a huge backlash from the Heavenly Dao.

But the Howling Moon Wolf before us is merely fused with moonlight, simply spreading itself out sufficiently. Even if it cannot kill the Howling Moon Wolf, it can severely injure it!

However, it was indeed a perfect counter to his Sky-Splitting Cloud-Piercing technique. Sure enough, the one who chose to test him after he used his supernatural powers must have a way to deal with him.

Nezha had finished gathering his divine power, but he didn't unleash it. The Heaven-Splitting and Cloud-Piercing Divine Power was a highly concentrated form of magic power, relying on breaking through the surface with a single point. Without using his other divine powers, he really couldn't do anything to his opponent.

Nezha stood tall, wielding his supernatural powers, his sharp fingers radiating a menacing aura. Even the Howling Moon Wolf dared not show itself, hiding in the moonlight to confront Nezha, neither able to gain the upper hand.

A moment later, Nezha was the first to dissipate his supernatural powers and said, "Fellow Daoist's supernatural powers are indeed profound, and I am helpless against them. How about we end in a draw?"

Hiding in the moonlight, Howling Moon Wolf breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, and immediately revealed himself, saying, "Alright!"

Although he was confident that this supernatural power could not harm him, the power was too sharp, and with it constantly pointing at him, Howling Moon Wolf was somewhat frightened.

"Fellow Daoists, is there anyone else willing to spar with me?"

Having figured out the abilities of the Howling Moon Wolf, Nezha looked at the cultivators of the other races again.

As Nezha's gaze fell upon them, the Pan Snake, the Golden Lion, the Giant Dragon, and the Titan Ape instinctively looked away. Nezha understood; these four were clearly of the same ilk as the Behemoth.

It was restrained by the Sky-Splitting Cloud-Piercing Technique.

Thinking of this, Nezha couldn't help but shake his head. Although these beings were not weak, they relied too much on their innate supernatural powers, their methods were too simplistic, and their strength was quite ordinary.

Let alone themselves, even if you randomly pick a peak Great Luo Golden Immortal cultivator from the primordial world, they would be able to fight them to a draw in their respective areas of expertise.

Just as Nezha was pondering to himself, on the side of the angel realm, the ten-winged angel's gaze swept over the group of people behind him, then immediately bypassed them and looked at the elven cultivator.

However, facing the gaze of the ten-winged angel, the elven cultivator gently shook his head and said, "My elven race is not good at fighting."

The ten-winged angel was no exception, after all, everyone knew the nature of elves.

The ten-winged angel shone with golden light, his gaze fixed on Nezha, and said, "In that case, let me have a spar with you, fellow Daoist!"

"it is good!"

Nezha immediately nodded in agreement, a hint of fighting spirit appearing in his eyes. According to the ancestor, the angel race should be the strongest race in this world, and their combat power should not be weak.

The ten-winged angel's eyes shone with golden light. With a wave of his hand, a golden light as brilliant as the sun rose in his hand, and as the golden light flowed, a golden longsword appeared in his hand.

With the longsword in hand, the ten-winged angel's aura immediately surged, unleashing a sharp and fierce intent!

With a flap of its ten golden wings, the ten-winged angel instantly transformed into a dazzling golden light, soaring through the air and heading straight for Nezha.

Its speed was as fast as a golden lightning bolt.

A serious look appeared in Nezha's eyes. He clenched his right hand, and a rich golden light flowed around it, and a jet-black spear appeared in Nezha's hand.

With a flick of his spear, carrying immense magical power, he pointed it into the void.

when!
The spear struck the oncoming Holy Sword of Light with pinpoint accuracy, and two completely different magical powers erupted, yet neither could harm the other in the slightest.

The ten-winged angel entered battle mode, his eyes filled with unwavering determination and fighting spirit. When his first attack failed, he flapped his ten wings and instantly retreated, leaving the spear's attack range.

The moment it left, Nezha twirled his spear, and a blood-red aura spread across it, making it resemble a blood dragon as it charged toward the ten-winged angel.

Dodging Nezha's attack, the Ten-Winged Angel spread its ten wings, instantly stopping the retreating angels. The transition from extreme motion to extreme stillness took only a moment.

The next moment, it transformed into a golden light and rushed straight towards Nezha, its Holy Sword of Light shining with brilliant golden light as it slashed down with immense pressure.

Nezha was not afraid at all, and the two instantly engaged in battle. For a time, two streams of light, one blood and one gold, clashed in the void, exchanging hundreds of blows without a clear winner.

As Nezha fought against the person before him, a look of surprise appeared in his heart.

You know what, the angel race truly lives up to its reputation as the strongest race in the angel realm. Their strength is truly formidable. Their physical strength is only slightly inferior to that of the Behemoth, and their speed is in no way weaker than that of the Howling Moon Wolf.

More importantly, he has extremely rich combat experience. In terms of martial arts, this person has already reached 80% mastery. If an ordinary human martial arts master were to come, he might not be able to defeat this ten-winged angel.

I wonder what level this person is among the angels. If all angels are like this, then this race is quite terrifying.

After exchanging hundreds of blows, both sides had basically figured out each other's strengths and weaknesses. The ten-winged angel was also full of surprise. This so-called human was no weaker than himself in terms of physical strength and combat experience.

Knowing that he was among the top beings in the seventh-order angels of his race, it was truly remarkable that this human could fight him to this extent.

But that’s it!
A dazzling golden light appeared in the eyes of the ten-winged angel. He wielded his two limbs and struck them together, transforming into a golden beam that shot straight into the sky. He stood proudly in the chaos, and the golden light around him was so intense that it burned like a raging flame!
"Judgement!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a dense power of law was activated, and the golden light on the ten-winged angel fell entirely on this sword.

As the sword light fell, a dazzling golden light pierced through the entire chaos, and the golden sword slashed down at Nezha.

Nezha frowned slightly, flicked his spear, and activated his divine power, Sky-Splitting Cloud Piercing. A golden light rose, shooting up along the spear to meet the Holy Sword of Light in the void. Sky-Splitting Cloud Piercing was certainly not suitable for dealing with this sword, but Nezha also needed to deal with it, after all, Nezha was not seeking victory.

Even when he made his move, Nezha withdrew three-tenths of his magical power.

The longsword and the holy sword faced each other, and the two divine powers that traversed the boundless chaos collided. In an instant, the entire chaos trembled, and the chaotic power within tens of thousands of miles around was directly shattered.

The result was unsurprising: Nezha lost.

The Heaven-Splitting Cloud-Piercing Sword only managed to break eight-tenths of its power, leaving two-tenths of its strength unblocked. However, this ten-winged angel was a meticulous one; after the sword energy slightly injured Nezha, it immediately dissipated.

"Concession!"

"Fellow Daoist's strength is truly formidable!" Nezha replied with a cupped hand.

Upon hearing this, the ten-winged angel smiled slightly. Praise from a powerful person is always pleasing. Without a doubt, in the eyes of the ten-winged angel, the human in front of him was a powerful person!
"Thank you, your strength is also very impressive!"

After a pause, the ten-winged angel extended an invitation: "Since you have come from afar, why not enter the realm to rest for a while, and then we can sit down and discuss the Dao!"

"I can't ask for it!"

At that moment, the two flew directly into the angel realm, just like old friends.

In the Angelic Rank, a seventh-rank cultivator is already a rare and important figure. The eighth and ninth ranks above that are extremely rare and seldom seen.

As a seventh-level cultivator, Nezha was immediately treated with high standards by the angels.

Just as Nezha was exchanging information with the angels, they were trying to learn from each other.

In a void, five figures stood!

The two twelve-winged angels, one black and one gold, one exuding a rich yet pure dark power, and the other exuding a pure and clean light power!
There was also a jade-green sprite, radiating a gentle life force.

There was also a Behemoth ten zhang in size, which looked no different from an ordinary Behemoth, but it exuded a heavy pressure, as if the void could not bear its weight just by standing there.

The last one was a golden dragon that was three zhang (approximately 10 meters) in size. The dragon's body appeared somewhat small, not even much larger than a newborn dragon, but it exuded a vast pressure that was no less than that of a Behemoth.

These five are the five strongest in the angel realm!

Holy angels, fallen angels, life spirits, Behemoth Kings, golden dragons!
Five powerful beings, comparable to the peak of Quasi-Saints, have gathered here because of Nezha, who is drinking below.

"What do you all think of the human race?" the Holy Angel asked expressionlessly.

“Very strong. Although that human tried to conceal it, he couldn’t hide it from my eyes. His true strength is already comparable to the eighth rank.” The golden dragon beside him said.

"It's just that he's holding back his breakthrough. Comparing someone like that to a seventh-tier being is simply bullying; there's no comparison, and it doesn't prove anything!" the Fallen Angel said calmly.

“Indeed, but this person is only at the eighth level. According to him, there are also Human Kings and Human Emperors above him. The strength of the human race is still very strong!” The golden dragon pondered for a moment and then spoke again.

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions varied, and their eyes all showed a hint of apprehension.

Eighth-level cultivators are top-tier beings wherever they are, and there are very few among the five major races.

This can be seen from the other five major clans. The strongest among these five clans is only at the eighth level. In the entire Holy Domain, apart from these four major clans, there are no other clans that can achieve this.

There are only five powerful clans with eighth-level cultivators at most.

The human race that can produce an eighth-level cultivator must be a powerful race, and most likely a major race!

"I don't think so!"

A sharp glint appeared in the fallen angel's eyes. "The words of the Human King and the Human Emperor are all his own words. Whether they are true or not, only he knows."

"Perhaps he himself is that human emperor!"

"You might as well consider this: if the human race is as they describe, they will definitely be able to detect the presence of the five of us after discovering my Holy Domain. At that time, the first one to come and negotiate with us will definitely be a ninth-rank!"

"Since that's not the case, it's highly likely that there are no ninth-rank beings in their clan!"

"The prosperity of my Holy Domain is the greatest in the Chaos. The surrounding millions of worlds do not even need to go to the Holy Domain to know the power of my Holy Domain."

"Under these circumstances, the one who arrives is most likely the strongest member of their clan!"

"Moreover, he is incredibly strong, yet he holds back, not going all out, precisely to conceal a trump card. If he truly had a powerful clan backing him up, why would he need to do this?"

"That makes sense!" The other four nodded slightly upon hearing this. Indeed, if there was a powerful clan backing them up, why would they need to hide their strength?

This is the biggest flaw in the so-called theory of human emperors and kings!

"If that's the case, then the human race must only be an eighth-order world."

As soon as the Golden Holy Dragon finished speaking, everyone in the arena except for the Life Elf lit up instantly. The Fallen Angel's eyes revealed a greedy look, "An eighth-order world must have an extraordinary core. If we can devour it, our Holy Domain will become much stronger. It won't be a problem to have three or five more eighth-order worlds!"

Upon hearing this, the eyes of the Holy Angel, Behemoth Emperor, and Golden Holy Dragon lit up immediately. An eighth-order world core—that's a treasure!

"Since that's the case, then send out troops, break through the boundary, and exterminate the race!" The deep voice of the golden dragon rang out, and a vast pressure rose from its body. The moment this pressure appeared, the surrounding space trembled violently, as if it could not withstand the pressure.

"Good, send out troops! The core of the world is worth fighting for!" Behemoth's eyes blazed with fighting spirit.

“Of course it is!” the fallen angel said leisurely.

Immediately, everyone's attention fell on the Life Spirits and the Holy Angels.

The Holy Angel spoke first, "Leaving an eighth-order world core outside the Holy Domain is the greatest waste!"

"Such top-tier resources must not be wasted. It is an honor for them to become part of the Holy Domain!" (End of Chapter)