The spell's range covers the entire territory of China? Hand it over to the state.

"That's enough!"

A furious roar echoed from the sky, the voice of a deity attempting to end this one-sided massacre: "The battle is over! Mortals, stop!"

stop?

Wu Song slowly raised his head, his crimson eyes piercing through the layers of void, coldly glancing in the direction of the voice.

"Which mountain are you from, you birdman?"

"When my grandfather hunted, he always skinned and gutted the animals."

"This tiger isn't quite dead yet, there's no reason to stop!"

Having said that, Wu Song no longer looked at the group of jumping gods in the sky. He slowly stood up, placed his feet on either side of the giant lion's back, and reached out with his hands, his ten fingers like hooks, digging deeply into the already torn wound on the lion's back.

Su Yun stood in the command hall, looking at the demon-like figure on the screen, and softly uttered four words:

"Tear apart a god with bare hands."

next second.

The image freezes.

"Open it for Grandpa!!!"

With a thunderous roar, Wu Song suddenly exerted force in his arms, and his terrifying muscles instantly doubled in size, compressing the surrounding air and causing it to explode.

*Sizzle!*

This sound was like tearing silk, or like the collapse of the sky.

Under the watchful eyes of billions of people around the world, filled with fear, shock, and fervor.

The Nemean Lion, known for its "absolute defense" and "immortality," a divine beast representing the trials of Western mythology, was actually torn in two from its spine by a mere mortal!

Divine blood rained down from the sky.

Internal organs, broken bones, and still-pulsating divine organs, mixed with the pungent smell of sulfur, were sprayed all over the ring.

The whole world fell silent.

There were no cheers, no screams; everyone was too shocked to speak.

This scene is too violent, too bloody, yet so... cathartic!

What deity cannot be insulted? What rule cannot be broken?

Before absolute power and will, even a god is nothing more than a slightly more robust prey!

On the arena.

Wu Song casually tossed the two halves of the corpse aside, but that wasn't all. He pulled out a small knife from his pocket, and with practiced ease, began... skinning the body.

While peeling, he muttered to himself:

"This leather is really tough, impervious to water and fire, it's a good piece of stuff."

"After tanning it, it'll be perfect for making a cushion for my brother. It'll keep him warm in winter and cool in summer, so all this effort won't be in vain."

puff--

In the Western camp, many viewers with poor mental fortitude coughed up blood.

Even though they knew Wu Song was doing it on purpose, they still felt a strong sense of absurdity.

Using the skin of a mythical beast as a seat cushion?

Is this something a human being would do?

That is the glory of Hercules, the totem of Western mythology!

[Round 1: End.]

[Winner: Dragon Summer Civilization – Humanity · Wu Song.]

[Result: Complete victory.]

As the voice, no longer majestic but trembling, rang out in the arena, the divine blood and the giant lion's fragmented soul did not dissipate, but were forcibly pulled towards the ground by a domineering force.

There, the "Conferred God Platform" that Su Yun had prepared was shining brightly with red light.

"Awooo..."

Amidst a mournful and venomous wail, the phantom of the Nemean Lion attempted to escape, but was firmly grasped by an invisible hand, transforming into a streak of dark golden light and slamming violently into the first step of the Conferred God Platform.

hum!

The steps shook violently, instantly becoming coated with a layer of dark gold glaze.

On the originally stark white bone steps, a ferocious, roaring lion relief appeared. Its divinity was erased, its will suppressed, and it was no longer a divine beast, but transformed into the vicious guard dog of this high platform, forever trampled under the feet of the Dragon Xia Kingdom's destiny.

[Looting successful.]

[The Dragonxia Civilization obtained the following loot: "Nemian God's Hide (Conceptual-level Material)" and "A Wisp of Hercules' Divine Power."]

[Punishment Settlement: The Olympian pantheon's fortune is reduced by 15%, forcibly converted into Blue Star spiritual energy to nourish Long Xia.]

Rumble!

Above the Greek peninsula, a deafening roar erupted from the illusory sacred mountain, and a corner of the once magnificent temple collapsed with a deafening crash. Countless golden specks of light ripped from the west, surging eastward like a meteor shower.

At this moment, the land of Longxia was abuzz with activity.

Like a withered tree blossoming in spring, a sick body recovers. The concentration of spiritual energy surged at an alarming rate, directly breaking through the critical point.

Countless professionals stuck in a bottleneck felt as if the shackles within them had suddenly broken.

The elderly felt light and healthy, and the patients felt their chronic illnesses had disappeared.

This is the domineering nature of "plundering national destiny," which even the gods cannot defy.

They really got themselves into trouble this time.

Inside the command center, cheers that had been suppressed for a long time finally erupted.

"We won! We really won!"

"Tearing apart a mythical beast with bare hands! That's incredible!"

Old Wang was so excited his face turned red, waving his fist: "That's right! What kind of bullshit rules are these? We Longxia people never believe in that nonsense!"

Su Yun, however, did not join in the cheering.

He watched as Wu Song, contentedly rolling up the lion's skin, appeared on the screen, a slight smile playing on his lips. Then he looked up, his gaze returning to the arena above the clouds.

The first game was just an appetizer.

It's simply to shatter the "invincible" filter that Western gods wear.

The real contest has only just begun.

Above the clouds.

The seats of the Western gods were deathly silent, the atmosphere extremely oppressive.

The gods who had been shouting earlier all fell silent, staring at the mortal from the East wiping his hands with grim expressions.

"This is what you meant by... foolproof?"

At the highest point of the divine throne, a majestic figure, his robes billowing with lightning, slowly spoke.

That's Zeus.

But he did not fly into a rage like other gods, nor did his tone even waver much. His eyes were deep and unfathomable, as if this crushing defeat had not crossed his bottom line.

"Very interesting."

Zeus tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest, making a rhythmic sound. "Eastern rules... they seem to place 'will' above 'matter'."

"That beast Nemia lost because it relied too much on its physical strength. Since they like to rely on willpower and talk about 'man can conquer nature'..."

Zeus tilted his head slightly and looked at a figure in the shadows beside him.

The figure was not tall, but rather gaunt. He was shrouded in a black robe, obscuring his face, but in his hand he held a rusty scale, exuding an aura of death and order that sent chills down one's spine.

"Next time, don't send any beasts."

Zeus's voice was filled with absolute coldness.

"Since they've broken the rules of physics, let 'it' be."

"From the perspective of rules, it should be completely eliminated."

The figure in the shadows slowly stood up, the scales in its hands tilting slightly.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

As this figure stepped out, the global audience, who were initially shocked by the lion's death, suddenly felt a chill that was even more terrifying and desperate than before, instantly enveloping them.

That's not the fear of facing a wild beast.

That is the feeling of powerlessness in the face of... death itself.

On the screen, the second countdown lit up.

[Second Round Participant: Olympian Pantheon – Thanatos, the God of Death]

[Special Feature: Instant Death Rule. Those who look directly at the object will have their lifespan taken away; those who touch it will have their soul wither away.]