98: My Godly Father (Twenty-Nine)

As soon as Quan Batian spoke, it was like a sudden clap of thunder.

Every one of his titles weighed heavily on the hearts of Yao Jinghong and everyone from the Yaoguang Blessed Land.

Yao Jinghong and the others naturally knew who Quan Batian was.

But he hadn't expected that this Bringer of Calamity would be the father of that Mortal Body youth.

Yao Jinghong's expression turned cold.

He understood that Quan Batian's actions were undoubtedly meant to establish dominance.

He was using a forceful method to tell everyone present.

This youth was under his protection.

But so what?

In Yao Jinghong's eyes, greed and killing intent were intertwined.

The temptation of the Sword Scripture was too great.

Great enough for him to ignore a notoriously fierce God-King Quan.

Moreover, this was his territory, the Yaoguang Blessed Land.

No matter how strong Quan Batian was, could he really do as he pleased on his own turf?

More importantly, he still held that supreme secret treasure in his hand.

Yao Jinghong tightened his grip on the Bronze High Platform in his hand, feeling a sense of confidence.

He spoke coldly, his voice echoing across the fields.

"God-King Quan, I've said it before..."

"This youth must stay today."

These words caused the atmosphere on the scene to suddenly become heavy.

Quan Batian laughed out of extreme anger.

He slowly released Quan Yun's hand and took a step forward.

"It seems you aren't willing to give me this Face."

His voice was calm, but beneath that calm was a volcano about to erupt.

Yao Jinghong didn't answer; he simply pushed his Heavenly God power to the limit. The bronze secret treasure in his hand emitted a heart-palpitating suppressive force, locking onto Quan Batian.

His attitude already said everything.

"Good."

Quan Batian nodded.

"Then today, I shall sink this Grotto-Heaven Blessed Land of yours!"

Before his voice had even faded, he moved.

There were no superfluous movements, just a simple punch.

As this punch was thrown, the world lost its color.

That wasn't some Divine Ability, nor was it some Law.

It was pure power, refined to the absolute limit.

"Arrogant!"

Yao Jinghong shouted in anger.

"Sink my Blessed Land?"

"Quan Batian, I call you a God King out of respect; don't be ungrateful!"

He activated the secret treasure, and a cyan light screen quickly enveloped the entire Yaoguang Blessed Land.

At the same time, several Grand Elders behind him acted in unison. Several Divine Abilities and Laws of the True God Realm intertwined into an Inescapable Net, meeting Quan Batian's powerful punch.

"Battle!"

The great battle broke out completely.

Rumble!

Quan Batian's fist collided violently with that net of Divine Abilities.

That net of Divine Abilities, laid down by several True God Realm experts working together, was fragile and was immediately torn apart and shattered.

Several Grand Elders simultaneously spat out blood, their Faces turning pale as their Auras immediately withered.

Quan Batian's punch momentum didn't stop, striking heavily against the secret treasure's light screen activated by Yao Jinghong.

Dong—!

A distant tolling of a bell resounded through the heavens and earth.

The entire Yaoguang Blessed Land trembled violently; countless mountain peaks collapsed, and palaces were turned to dust.

That cyan secret treasure light screen flickered violently, actually managing to withstand the punch by force.

Yao Jinghong's Face turned pale, but it was only his blood and Qi churning.

His heart settled.

It can be blocked!

With the secret treasure here, Quan Batian can't do anything to him!

"Quan Batian, your strength is great, but with this secret treasure here, thinking you can break the defense of my Yaoguang Blessed Land is nothing but a pipe dream!"

Yao Jinghong sneered.

Quan Batian silently withdrew his fist, his gaze falling upon that Bronze High Platform.

A look of disdain appeared in his eyes.

In the next instant, his figure vanished from where he stood.

Yao Jinghong's heart tightened, and he immediately spread out his Divine Thought, yet he was completely unable to capture Quan Batian's trail.

"Watch out!"

He roared at the Grand Elders behind him.

But it was already too late.

Quan Batian's figure appeared behind a Grand Elder like a ghost.

He delivered yet another punch.

That Grand Elder felt a fatal crisis; his Divine Soul trembled, and though he wanted to flee, his body completely refused to obey.

Poof!

A single punch pierced the heart.

The Physical Body of the True God Realm, along with the Divine Soul, was directly blasted into a mist of blood, dissipating between heaven and earth.

A True God had fallen just like that.

Quan Batian's figure didn't pause for a moment as he wove through the battlefield.

With every flash, a True God Realm expert would spill their blood across the sky.

Yao Jinghong's eyes nearly split from rage. He frantically activated the secret treasure, trying to suppress Quan Batian, but Quan Batian's speed was too fast—so fast that even the secret treasure's suppressive force couldn't fully lock onto him.

He could only watch helplessly as the Grand Elders of his Blessed Land were killed one by one with ease.

"Quan Batian! Stop right now!"

Yao Jinghong roared; he abandoned his defense and took the initiative to charge forward, wanting to stop Quan Batian.

Quan Batian seemed to be waiting for him.

He stopped his movement, turned around, and met him with another punch.

Boom!

The two of them clashed once in mid-air.

Yao Jinghong felt as if he'd been struck by lightning and was sent flying backward, the bronze secret treasure in his hand nearly slipping away.

He looked at Quan Batian in horror.

"How is this possible... how can you be so strong!"

Both being Heavenly Gods, why was the gap so vast!

Quan Batian sneered, and as he looked at the Bronze High Platform in Yao Jinghong's hand, the contempt in his eyes grew even stronger.

"Since you love this piece of junk so much, then turn to dust along with it!"

Quan Batian pointed out a finger.

This finger strike didn't have an earth-shattering Aura, yet it made Yao Jinghong feel an unprecedented crisis of death.

Without hesitation, he frantically poured all of his Divine Power into the Bronze High Platform.

"Suppress!"

The Bronze High Platform shone brilliantly, and a suppressive force far exceeding before attempted to imprison Quan Batian.

However, Quan Batian's finger strike landed precisely on a certain runic node of the Bronze High Platform.

Buzz—

The Bronze High Platform shuddered violently, and its brilliant light immediately dimmed.

At that moment, the secret treasure's suppressive force was forcibly interrupted.

"You!"

All color drained from Yao Jinghong's Face, his eyes filled with horror.

How could he know the weakness of this secret treasure!

Poof!

Quan Batian's fingertip landed on Yao Jinghong's chest without any hindrance.

Yao Jinghong's body flew backward like a broken kite, a bloody hole appearing through his chest, and his Heavenly God body nearly shattered.

Defeated.

Utterly defeated.

Only this single thought remained in Yao Jinghong's mind.

If he didn't leave now, he would surely die today!

A look of crazed determination appeared in his eyes, and he suddenly spat a mouthful of Origin essence blood onto the Bronze High Platform.

"Explode!"

He actually wanted to self-detonate this secret treasure to trade for a sliver of a chance at life!

But Quan Batian seemed to have anticipated this; he snorted coldly, and an even more majestic power descended.

The secret treasure that was about to self-detonate was actually forcibly suppressed; it let out a mournful cry, its light completely extinguished, and it fell to the ground.

Seeing this, all color vanished from Yao Jinghong's Face. Without hesitation, he burned his Divine Soul, tore through the Void Realm, and turned into a streak of bloody light, escaping into a spatial rift in a miserable state and vanishing.

He fled.

Quan Batian didn't give chase.

He slowly descended from the sky. The few remaining Elders and Disciples of the Yaoguang Blessed Land were so terrified that they knelt on the ground, trembling and not even daring to lift their heads.

This battle shook the Eastern Region.

Quan Batian didn't even spare a glance at those people, walking straight toward Quan Yun.

The domineering Aura that ruled over heaven and earth disappeared from him, leaving only a father's tenderness.

"Let's go, Yun'er."

"We're going home."

Quan Yun nodded, looking at the tall figure before him, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

And so, amidst countless gazes of awe and shock, Quan Batian took Quan Yun's hand and stepped out, their figures vanishing above the Yaoguang Blessed Land... Meanwhile, in an unknown rift in the Void Realm somewhere in the Eastern Region.

A streak of bloody light tumbled out in a wretched state, transforming into Yao Jinghong's figure.

His Face was as pale as paper, his Aura extremely withered, and half of his body was nearly shattered.

He looked back in the direction of the Yaoguang Blessed Land, his eyes filled with resentment and madness.

"Quan Batian..."

"And that brat..."

"The Sword Scripture... it must be the Sword Scripture!"

"If I can't have it, neither can you!"