CHAPTER 646: CHAPTER 646: UNABLE TO ACCEPT

"The Blade of Light! Born from Apollo’s first light, emerging during the dawn of creation! It is not of this world; it is the brilliance of existence itself and the annihilation of everything!"

Apollo’s Holy Sword landed in Hestia’s hand, causing her gaze to freeze.

The Holy Sword, as commanded by Lady Hestia, seemed alive; its fabric began to ripple and pulse, while the sun hanging arrogantly in the sky shivered in fear before the fiery wrath ignited by the Blade of Light!

"Sinner. I, Apollo of Light, shall grant you eternal death in the name of the god!"

The Blade of Light itself seemed to tremble with reverence, yet Apollo’s maddened eyes glowed in deranged hues!

He now stood, flame-like, tightening his cloth, as if hesitating to continue.

For two days, snow had fallen ceaselessly; and from the eyes of the land, winds surged forward as if birthed from ancient sorcery. The fiery demon emerged.

"This life of yours, lived at the desk of your fate’s design—you will witness unspeakable terror as the final march is shown. When death arrives, you’ll envy mere mortals!"

Yang Ri sipped his wine, sneering coldly.

He was the Holy Demon’s Great King, destined to become Zhao Shengmo of the future!

"Apollo!" The scoffing name rolled from his lips. Even standing before him showed no hesitation.

"Madness!"

Apollo’s crazed expression only grew more intense. His aura expanded, reaching immense extremes under the resonating harmonics of two thousand divine chants.

He unleashed 500 rays of pure Holy Fire, spreading them across the heavens and earth in a colossal, apocalyptic display.

The Blade of Light remained within his grasp, precise and ruthless—a surgeon’s tool poised to slice through two entire days of life like a knife carving through fine silk!

"We are but burners!"

This was a fascinating human.

"Strike now! Hammer of the Heart!"

Jerengs, alongside Shen Shili and Huai River’s Stos, combined their harmonized cries. Hands erupting like molten magma splashed across the abdomen, summoning a greater sea-flame to mock the heavens. Their battle drove toward Yang Chuan.

"Tear the sky asunder! The final arrow unleashed!"

The Huntress Goddess Altoya mourned with a single hand stretched toward her obsidian palace. The golden-tipped arrow she drew glimmered with crystalline brilliance, bursting forth with unstoppable might toward the gold-adorned silhouette of the woman below!

Blood-red Rose!"

Unique as Aphrodite herself, the rose sailed through the air like printed art, each petal bleeding fragrance as it pierced the surrounding currents, heading straight for Yang Chuan’s healing aura!

The triumvirate of great gods remained steadfast, stationed near the pinnacle of realization; where grass, grain, and every living essence groaned beneath the oppressive weight of unfathomable spirit, dispersed into rationalities, and ultimately into voided existence.

Resurgent Apollo stepped forth, wielding the Blade of Light with unparalleled command, declaring, "Mountain estate, palace beyond!" His frosty commands pierced the thieves’ rebellion from five days prior, ending any chance of reprieve: "Now there is only death!"

The copper coin clattered finality as the radiant Blade of Light slashed downward. Apollo sighed, a breath mingling with the unleashed might of three great gods’ forces entwining to rise above, preparing to mow down Yang Chuan as he gestured toward ascension!

Within an instant, two thousand voices fell silent in awe.

An unstoppable torrent obliterated the sanctuaries, leaving no refuge unscathed; profound dread gripped all combustion ranks rising to meet the pantheon’s combined assault—a spectacle beyond divine expectation!

BOOM!

Ferocious shockwaves thundered across the balcony, towering above flesh and foundations, generating monstrous energy surges and mushroom clouds that exploded heavenward!

Meanwhile, the underwater devastation pulverized the surroundings like winged swarms set loose—life scattered and shattered to fragments!

"This time... you shall *die*!"

In Apollo’s grotesque laughter, the collapse of Wonde unfolded—its majesty undone!

Even with the unity of four gods, nothing could withstand the emergence of Jacks, staring into the heart of Yang Tian’s ascended being, the entwinement of Heaven King himself!

Unfathomable.

A trembling palm suddenly appeared, capturing all eyes in awe. The gathered crowd could not comprehend.

With a subtle lift, a singular gesture intertwined with Korea’s energy storm, re-unleashing all submerged chaos into the grand stage above.

The result: Zero harm.

Astoundingly, even amidst the battlefield’s chaos, the god called "Possessor of the Realm" evoked unparalleled surprise: "How could this be! Why, even now, can I not accept!"

Breathlessness!

This utterance shattered the cosmos. Yang Tian, barehanded, defied the collective power of Apollo and four other gods, countering their divine strike with resolute nonchalance!

They realized the battle with Yang Chuan unfolded on a continuum—beginning to end—with no pause, no breath drawn, as Yang Chuan erupted forth.

The revelation brought clarity: it was not that there was "nothing."

The world teemed with countless treasures hidden from mortal sight, concealed in blackened heavens by myriad criminal shadows!

No less than fleeting human breath distracted them—as if these gods’ emotional frailty normalized such fickle lapses.

The power Yang Chuan exhibited transcended that mortal boundary.

Joined hands forged dominance: from Hermes’ divine crest to the Golden Godlike Heavenly Horse to Apollo’s Light Body—Yang Chuan effortlessly annihilated all divine forces combined!

Everything stood boldly witness, shadowed only by Yang Chuan’s superiority over the pantheon itself!

Yet, inexplicably, the heavens denied responding to mortal breaths—this incongruity etched disdain into spirits unresolved!

Yang Chuan apparently retained latent willpower, utterly unspent.

"... Impossible!"

From Apollo burst an irreversible path!

He bitterly recognized Yang Chuan’s ability, though nothing would restore control to him now.

It was an ill-fated collision—Apollo’s shining spirit, desperate last gambit ignited. Yang Chuan was unyielding despite divine light amassed second-by-second stronger beyond reason.

Such a figure. Could mortal planes contain darkness unparalleled?

"No ordinary mortal, not comparable to Apollo the Light God! This absurdity must end!"

Apollo’s cry soared shrill, swinging celestial flames upward as relentless fury ravaged Chaotian.

"Ants are no match!"

Yang Chuan extended trembling hands—weapons unneeded. The bold void answered submission.

CRACK!

The Blade of Light fractured easily against Jinjin’s outstretched hands, cascading starry luminosity like liquid flames splashing over infinite skies!

"This...!"

Witnessing this, Apollo was paralyzed.

Yang Chuan released no mercy, amplifying his Array Dao towards absolute collapse spanning heaven’s line drawn forth.

SPLASH!

A single moment unfolded chaos—Black Moon descended, sprinting toward Apollo violently.

Faced with the descending dark sphere, Apollo raised his arms like twin shields, instincts roaring defiance within.

Upon contact, however, Black Moon’s boundless force poured directly through Apollo’s limbs, scattering across his flesh. His mouth spilled crimson cries as his body erupted, unable to halt Moon’s relentless plunge.

"I... am the Magnificent Light Newcomer—how... how could anyone, this mortal, slay me? How is this possible!"

The dark sphere fulfilled its fracture completely, rendering Apollo into two irreparable halves as a final crescendo roared overhead.

Scorching craters spewed above broken lands—Apollo’s celestial form extinguished before Yang Tianhe reigned supreme.

*BANG!*

A radiant burst flew from a sacred palace. A final divine hand interjected standing defiantly before incoming destruction, clasping darkness halted mid-flight in front of Apollo’s remains!

"Hmm?"

Yang Ri frowned sharply.

Against one unstoppable defeat rose only one formidable figure blocking Apollo’s last stand!

A woman of dazzling beauty draped elegantly in white robes appeared, carrying a single staff, exuding paramount divinity as her expression captivated the heavens.

"Ah... Athena!"

Apollo’s remains froze in surreal disbelief—unthinkable she stood now presence among these heavens unveiled.