CHAPTER 645: CHAPTER 645: START BURNING

On the contrary, Yang Chuan stood at the station. In the darkness, he locked eyes with Apollo and said, "Is this the extent of your strength?"

"You..."

Apollo stared at Yang Tian, then at Yang Tianhe’s piercing gaze, and immediately closed his eyes.

He could achieve the utmost—where nothing remained but the ashes of Yang Chuan’s destruction!

However, the method Yang Chuan employed, touching the intangible yet not missing even once, was beyond imagination.

Others were utterly petrified, their spirits fleeing in terror.

Even though they didn’t know why, Yang Chuan’s immense power was undeniable, the sheer essence of darkness emanating from him clashed vividly with light!

This was the purest breath, the unfathomable rhythm where light and clarity were entirely subjugated!

Yang Qianfang inadvertently discovered that his darkness contested Apollo’s light head-on?

How could this be?

This cannot happen. Were you not always bound to this world?

That was meant only for places of brightness.

But this... with light’s radiance and darkness’s roots intertwined, mutual friction revealed only who was mightier, demanding the other to bow!

Xiu Yangchuan was momentarily stunned to find darkness counterbalancing Apollo’s light. Did this mean that over two days, Yang Chuan had surpassed Apollo’s divine power?

Apollo’s Eno was recognized as the strongest of the Twelve Main Gods, one who stood near the pinnacle of the Divine Dao’s hierarchy. Could he now be dethroned?

Did you witness the unimaginable display of divine power?

Yet, as those eyes locked onto your soul, they reversed the course of reality with a cold smirk, announcing the end. Today, even part of the prophecy unfolded!

"Apollo! We... we have awakened the Great God of our Father!"

A sudden cry escaped his lips, calling upon Balbostos Stos.

Fueled by rage, Apollo’s scarlet-gold eyes seemed ablaze, and in an instant, he shed any semblance of composure!

At this moment, Venu State Huaisi’s words echoed like a persistent memory, a slap striking directly across his face!

Compared to the authenticity of that evidence, what stood here instead was shockingly ordinary!

Thus, Apollo immediately roared in fury: "You are insignificant! Merely a fluke to have blocked a single strike. Eventually, there will be nothing left of you. Those who observed will only regret it!"

Even amidst his words, Apollo’s directness caused Yang Chuan to meet the heavens with a frozen yet determined expression. A cold smile played upon his lips. "You possess some power, I’ll admit. It’s indeed surprising. But all ends here!"

"Professor of Sociology?"

Ye Zhan wielded Apollo’s mythical might, and with one swift motion, white Holy Fire engulfed his entire form, burning brighter than ever before.

In an instant, Yang Chuan’s features shifted, his stoic expression betraying a trace of grim determination!

He embraced Apollo’s glowing Holy Fire, its flames roaring ever more fiercely!

Wings engulfed in white flames stretched resplendently, lifting slowly from the fire. As sparks ignited more wings, the scene overwhelmed the heavens themselves.

Yet Apollo’s transformation was unlike anything prior. This time, an unimaginable shift had occurred!

Amidst blazing divine light, his white fiery wings seemed as if they were donned robes of glory itself!

Even his red hair was now pure gold!

A radiant crimson sigil resembling a cross adorned his forehead!

"The Bright New Body!"

Apollo’s calm face began to shift: "The true Divine Spirit... None of the Twelve Main Gods have ever witnessed such a form! To think you would see it. The first cycle ends here... Be honored."

Even as he spoke, Apollo raised his right hand high, scattering divine brilliance from his Light Sword with an overwhelming force!

"Light God’s Sigh!"

At his command, Apollo’s divine energy converged, forming a crescendo aimed directly at the cosmic court.

Another messenger of the gods, Ye Wu, declared, "Hestia, what do you make of this?"

"It’s over!"

Hestia’s voice was laced with sorrow. "To wield the Bright New Body and release the Light God’s Sigh itself is terrifying beyond words! Ye Zhan possessed formidable skills, but the result was fated from the start..."

This!

Without waiting for Hestia’s words to conclude, an overwhelming force abruptly knocked her to her knees at Arthur’s feet!

Apollo raised his Light Sword, but the force sheared through, gripping his weapon in paralyzing fear.

"What is this...?"

Observing this, Apollo’s Onono stood frozen.

Through divine intervention, even Apollo’s white brilliance was suddenly consumed, replaced by black, demonic flames!

On the contrary, within this infernal eruption, Yang Chuan’s presence magnified, his form almost unrecognizable, wielding a golden radiance. Even Apollo’s Light Sword fell victim to this transformation.

"Heavenly Demon Golden Body!"

Yang Chuan smirked slightly, raising his gaze to the skies before proclaiming with unmatched dominance, "For you, this is your end. Unworthy shall perish!"

BOOM!

A thunderous roar erupted, unveiling devastation as the Shrine’s threshold trembled. Every deity stood like sculptures of stone. Hestia, demoralized, could only stand speechless among the wreckage!

What did she witness?

Yang Chuan annihilating the Bright New Body of Apollo with a single palm?

And the luminous Light Sword Apollo wielded...

Apollo’s most powerful move, Light God’s Sigh!

Yet in front of Yang Chuan, it crumbled like tofu, scratched into nothingness by bare hands as through an empty void.

How was this even possible!

But soon, he, like all other Divine Spirits, noticed the metamorphosis within Yang Chuan.

His entire body glimmered with golden scripture flowing through him...

Is this... Light God’s essence?!" A bewildered artisan carefully inspected the celestial brilliance emanating from Yang Chuan, shock evident in his expression.

But upon hearing Hestia’s soft denial, she subtly shook her head. "No... it can’t be! Apollo’s Bright New Body is something entirely unique to the Light God lineage."

"Then, what is this divine power surrounding him? Do you mean... could he be an Evil Spirit?" Hel asked with sharp words, but filled with hesitation.

Bello God Hestia, however, refrained from answering any further, only furrowing her brows deeply.

Meanwhile, the celestial radiance surrounding Yang Chuan intensified, breaking conventional principles.

Yet, where it defied reason specifically remained unspeakable even to Hestia herself.

BOOM!

As divine light streaked across the heavens, Apollo, the once-mighty Light God, now appeared battered and humiliated. His once-majestic Bright New Body paled in contrast to the golden brilliance of Yang Chuan.

Golden hair disheveled, the white wings charred and severed as if mutilated.

The divine energy within him resembled remnants of tattered rags.

"You... you... this... I..."

Queen Apollo trembled violently in defeat!

Not from fear, but from a rage unlike anything experienced before!

For years...

The years since the rise of Light God felt like a distant world apart. As one of the Twelve Main Gods, Apollo was revered above all.

Yet, standing before Yang Chuan today, he not only lost divinity but had also met his equal who unraveled his very existence.

This... was indignation enough to rend the heavens and shatter time!

"I’LL KILL YOU! YOU WILL DIE! NOBODY WILL ESCAPE ME!"

Apollo’s deafening roar summoned an indomitable surge of white Holy Fire. Blazing fury twisted into a massive, radiant Holy Sword—Chicher!