radicalducati Chapter 128 The Number One Person in the God Realm
Chapter 128 The Number One Person in the God Realm
The moment the silver armor appeared in the world—
Across the vast land of China, countless living beings felt a sudden jolt, as if their destiny had been awakened!
"That's...?!"
"General Fei Peng's armor!!"
"There's no way I'm wrong! Who else but Fei Peng could possess such a domineering aura that sweeps across the six realms?!"
"I knew it! Something capable of tearing the divine realm apart like this is no ordinary being!"
"Even those ancient gods who have lived for hundreds of thousands of years turned pale. Now you understand? This is the armor of the God of War who once suppressed the Thirty-Three Heavens!"
"Fei Peng—he was a heaven-defying being who single-handedly forced the Demon Lord to retreat three thousand miles! His armor has reappeared in the mortal realm; how could the Six Realms not tremble?!"
The crowd was in an uproar, their blood boiling with excitement.
Inside the Lingxiao Divine Palace, Zixuan and Xu Changqing's pupils suddenly contracted, and their breathing became labored.
"This... is just a piece of armor?"
"Absurd! How could an inanimate object release such overwhelming pressure that it could annihilate a soul?!"
"It shouldn't be a relic...it's a living murder weapon!"
Just as everyone was in shock, on the high platform, the Heavenly Emperor slowly spoke, his voice like thunder falling from the deepest abyss:
"Flying Peng".
"This is the armor you wore for over two hundred thousand years, imbued with your fighting spirit, stained with your magic, and shared with you through life and death."
"On the day I banished you to the cycle of reincarnation and bestowed upon you godhood, I sealed all your memories, cultivation, and divine consciousness within this armor."
"I await your return, so I may don this armor once more—"
"The seal breaks, and all past power returns to my own!"
"You will once again become that General Fei Peng—wielding his sword to subdue the six realms, whose wrath could make gods and demons bow down!"
"That person whose brilliance no one dares to look directly at, the number one being in the divine realm!"
He paused, his gaze intense, as if piercing through ten thousand years of time:
"Now... the deadline has arrived."
"Fei Peng, it's time for you to come back."
Before the words were even finished, a sudden change occurred!
The silver armor suspended in the air suddenly trembled, broke free from the Heavenly Emperor's control, and transformed into a stream of light that tore through the sky, plummeting straight down—its target was none other than Ling Tian, who was dressed in coarse linen clothes!
"Buzz—!!!"
A burst of silver light flashed, like a galaxy pouring down from above, the world lost its color, and everyone's vision was completely white. Their eyes were in excruciating pain and they couldn't open them at all!
Immediately afterwards—
An overwhelming force exploded out!
Like an ancient tsunami breaking through dikes, sweeping across the land and conquering all directions!
In that instant, the entire divine realm trembled!
The clouds shattered, and the air surged. The once eternally peaceful immortal realm was instantly transformed into a storm vortex, with the sound of laws breaking incessant!
When everyone finally managed to open their eyes—
The silver light had completely enveloped him.
Ling Tian stood quietly in the center of the hall, his plain clothes replaced by silver armor, his mortal body exuding divine power.
Silver light flowed, and cold gleam flickered, as if he himself had transformed into a peerless divine weapon drawn from its sheath, its sharpness causing the void to crack inch by inch!
That invincible killing intent surged from his body, and ripples of energy swept in all directions, causing the entire Lingxiao Divine Palace to groan!
The divine realm is in turmoil, and celestial phenomena are reversed.
Even more frightening is-
This oppressive force actually penetrated the boundary wall and pierced through the six realms!
In the Demon Realm, a blood moon hangs in the sky, and the land stretches for miles.
Suddenly, a violent aura erupted from the depths of a pitch-black, ancient demonic palace!
"boom--!!!"
Dark red demonic energy surged into the sky like a roaring demonic dragon, instantly sending hundreds of heavily armored demon generals flying and crashing into the Crimson Rock Mountains behind them!
Mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, with rocks raining down. A shockwave, visible to the naked eye, spread out in a ring, sweeping across the entire Demon Realm!
The patrolling demon soldiers tumbled and rolled in mid-air, their weapons slipping from their hands and their armor cracking.
A young soldier gritted his teeth and steadied himself, his spear tip planted firmly on the ground. His face was deathly pale as he gazed into the churning crimson vortex deep within the Demon Palace, his voice trembling:
"His Majesty the Demon Lord... has lost control again."
"Every time he senses that aura... he can't suppress it..."
At the same time, a trace of pity arose in his heart for those high and mighty demon generals.
"boom--"
The ruined mountain range collapsed with a deafening roar, billowing smoke and dust, and raining down rubble.
A figure slowly rose from the shattered mountain, its black wings unfurling, its face covered in eerie patterns, and its body surging with demonic energy, like a demon crawling out of the depths of hell.
He was panting, but his eyes were fixed on the proud figure standing in the sky.
There, a person stood.
His entire body was shrouded in dark red demonic energy, like an immortal war god, stepping on blood thunder and looking down on all living beings—it was none other than the Demon Lord Chonglou.
The demon general looked at him, a bitter smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
"Ever since General Fei Peng of the divine realm was banished to the mortal world by the Heavenly Emperor..."
"His Majesty Chonglou's temper is becoming more and more violent every day."
"He keeps dragging us demon generals into sparring with him... but his strength..."
"That's outrageous!"
"Even if all of us, a hundred top demon generals, joined forces, we wouldn't last more than three moves."
Before he could finish speaking, another figure swept through the air, its wings as red as blood, and landed lightly beside him, whispering:
"You know... why do I suddenly feel a little nostalgic for the days when Fei Peng was still in the realm of gods?"
"At least back then, His Majesty Chonglou knew to restrain himself and didn't use us as punching bags every day."
Upon hearing this, the remaining demon generals around them nodded, their faces full of bitterness.
Weakling?
they?
Looking across the six realms, who isn't a powerful figure who can roam freely?
Even the gods would have to think twice before they saw them; a hundred of them coming out at once would give even the divine court a headache!
The results of it?
Compared to Chonglou, a hundred of them combined wouldn't even qualify as a warm-up.
What's even more disheartening is that the other party wasn't serious at all.
Thinking of this, someone silently wiped the blood from the corner of their mouth, feeling a tightness in their chest.
"Hmph! A bunch of useless trash!"
Suddenly, a cold shout tore through the sky.
The sky shattered, and blood-red lightning danced wildly like snakes, reflecting on Chonglou's extremely cold and aloof face.
He spread his wings, his shadow blotting out the sky, and his gaze swept over the disheveled demon generals below, a sneer he made no attempt to hide:
"It's all garbage!"
"I only used less than ten percent of my strength, and you're all lying on the ground pretending to be dead?"
"It's making my hands itch to hit you, but it's not satisfying at all!"
The sound waves rolled in like real thunder, making everyone feel a tightness in their chests and as if their eardrums were about to burst.
Would anyone else dare to say that?
They had already blasted it to ashes by working together.
But who is this?
It's Paris polyphylla!
That being who stands at the pinnacle of the demon realm, a being whom no one dares to look up to!
One ten percent... just one ten percent...
They fought with all their might, but could only barely survive for a short while under his tenth of his strength.
To call them trash?
It seems... there's really nothing wrong with it.
Just as the demon generals bowed their heads in silence, and the atmosphere became extremely oppressive—
suddenly.
The heavens and earth trembled.
An extremely subtle yet soul-chilling fluctuation rippled out from the void, sweeping across the entire Demon Realm.
Ripples appeared on the blood-red sky, and faintly, it seemed as if celestial energy seeped into this demonic land.
The hundreds of demon generals froze, their hearts leaping in their throats.
The feeling was fleeting, yet it felt like an invisible mountain crushing your heart, leaving you breathless.
At this time.
Above the sky, Chonglou's originally cold expression suddenly froze.
The next instant, those crimson pupils suddenly contracted, and then burst forth with uncontrollable ecstasy!
"This aura..."
"This aura!!"
"It can't be wrong! It's absolutely impossible for it to be wrong!"
He suddenly looked up, his right hand on his forehead, his voice trembling:
"Fei Peng!"
"Fei Peng, you're back?!"
In an instant, the world changed color.