The game begins with a visit to a holy land, only to discover that one's ancestor was a human e

As the smoke and dust cleared, a bottomless, enormous crater was revealed on the ground.

The pit was cracked around the entrance, and the charred ground was still flashing with residual lightning.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the dark bottom of the pit when suddenly, several tired breaths mixed with coughs rang out.

"Huff...cough...cough..."

A bloodstained arm emerged from within, and Lei Liecang crawled out, covered in wounds.

His battle robes were already tattered, and his chest, shoulders, and throat were covered with horrifying wounds.

Especially his back, which was covered in blood and flesh, with bones visible, had suffered the most severe blows.

Of course, such minor injuries are nothing to a cultivator, and wouldn't be enough to make this proud son of the divine race so exhausted.

What's truly deadly are the fist marks on his body.

There was the residual power of the wind within, extremely domineering, like a bone-corroding poison, suppressing the gods' proud regenerative power to the point of being difficult to operate.

It was constantly destroying the life force within Lei Liecang's body, causing his condition to only regress and not improve.

Lei Liecang knelt by the pit, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, his head hanging limply, as if he didn't even have the strength to stand up.

After a long while, he struggled to raise his head and look at the figure in the sky looking down at him. His lips moved, and his voice was hoarse and barely audible.

"One more time... I... I haven't lost yet!"

He doesn't think he lost.

He still has trump cards to play, and he hasn't had time to unleash his trump cards...

His legs trembled, and he tried his best to stand up, but he was out of control. He managed to get up a little bit before falling to his knees again.

Despite the surge of anger and shame within him, all he could do now was glare at Feng Zhi with eyes full of resentment and hatred.

Feng Zhi looked down from his vantage point, his gaze calm and unwavering, as if observing a fluttering insect.

He waited quietly for Lei Liecang's futile struggles until the other party gave up, then calmly spoke:

"I told you, you can't face me alone! Now, do you still think I'm being arrogant? Do you still think I'm insulting you?"

His tone was sincere, but it was the truth that hurt the most; every word struck Lei Liecang's heart like a hammer blow.

"Do you think you still have trump cards up your sleeve, or methods you haven't used yet?"

"But have you ever thought that the fact that you're still here, and still alive to be thinking about these things, is itself the greatest mercy I can show you?"

Feng Zhi slowly landed in front of Lei Liecang, half-squatting down to look directly into the blood-covered eyes, his voice devoid of any warmth:

"Besides, you have your trump cards, but have I gone all out? Even if I give you another chance, the outcome will still be the same! All those tricks you didn't have time to use will be just like the lightning from before, unable to make a ripple."

Lei Liecang's pupils twitched violently. Feng Zhi's words were like a blade of truth, plunging his already faltering mind into despair.

A surge of heat rushed to his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of brilliant blood from his heart. His vision went black, and he collapsed straight down.

Everyone was stunned.

"Another one fainted..."

Someone said something, their tone carrying an indescribable complexity.

At this moment, a young cultivator with a handsome face and fair skin frowned uncomfortably and muttered under his breath:

"Isn't this going too far? Why insult the other person after winning? That person is no longer a threat, why add those words..."

An old cultivator nearby chuckled upon hearing this, gave him a cold look, and after confirming that the man was not joking, he suddenly rebuked him:

"Are you sympathizing with a god? Do you really think the conflict between the two races is just a friendly sparring match?"

"Moreover, the cultivation world is a dog-eat-dog world, where life and death are the norm. If one day you are defeated by a formidable enemy, and he merely humiliates you, you'll probably kneel down and be eternally grateful!"

The man who had spoken earlier shrank back in fright at the old man's angry shout. Having grown up in luxury, he had never experienced such a scene before. His face turned red, and he opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he did not dare to refute.

"That's right!" someone echoed.

"The loser deserves to be thoroughly humiliated! In my opinion, this is too lenient on him! Just kill him outright and avoid future troubles."

He even thought Feng Zhi was too kind.

"You don't understand," the other person shook his head, looking quite knowledgeable.

"Do you think the Human Emperor Physique doesn't want to kill? It's just that a prodigy with such a powerful background wouldn't have any means of self-preservation. They're just too lazy to waste their energy."

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded thoughtfully.

"Bang!!"

Just as they were discussing this, a bolt of lightning struck down from the sky without warning, landing on the unconscious Lei Liecang.

The lightning bolt came suddenly and went quickly; in just a moment, the unconscious figure had vanished.

People looked at each other, understanding dawning on them that the Sage had intervened and taken Lei Liecang away.

Feng Zhi had anticipated this, so he remained calm and walked towards the direction of the gods.

Lei Liecang alone, while possessing considerable strength, was clearly not enough to satisfy him.

Seeing him set off, the crowd was no longer surprised; instead, they showed expressions of "I knew it."

When the strength is matched, no one dares to question anymore; they are just guessing who will be the next to fall.

The fat man, quick-witted and agile, sensed a way to make money. He set up a new odds list and started shouting at the top of his lungs:

"Come on! The guessing game begins! Time is limited, place your bets quickly!"

"I'm betting on the people of Tuoba Town! As the leader of this team, I can't just sit idly by!"

"Nonsense! You don't know anything! Based on the previous patterns, it's obvious that those with bad tempers will be the first to lose their temper! I'm buying the Cangming Clan!"

"If that's the case, then the Asura clan member is about the same..."

While everyone was arguing heatedly, Feng Zhi stopped in his tracks.

Because the other side had already taken the first step, with all five Heaven-Covering Techniques moving at the same time!

They no longer acted independently, nor did they stand idly by.

The five members of the Divine Race stood side by side, their gazes all fixed on Feng Zhi.

One of them spoke slowly, the exact tone of their voice unclear, as if thousands of people were speaking at once:

"We acknowledge that in a one-on-one fight, unless Jin Wudao himself comes, few can rival you. However, for the sake of the Divine Race, we can no longer tolerate your continued arrogance!"

These words caused an uproar.

The fact that the five of them joined forces means that these members of the Protoss have lost their last bit of arrogance.

They must join forces to completely suppress this human and restore the dignity of the gods.

They themselves knew that with a formidable enemy at hand, those so-called postures and pride were no longer important.

This person is too strong; it's worth them putting everything aside and joining forces to help!

The fat man silently put away the odds list on the table and muttered under his breath, "...What's the point of betting here? It's all a complete gamble."