CHAPTER 648: CHAPTER 648 NO REPLY

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What are they?

They are gods, towering above mere mortals, divine and revered!

Now they bow before a single person!

Is this not disgraceful for them?

Up high in the heavens, they may touch the intentions, but they utterly oppose that courage!

Yet Yang Chuan simply looked at Hestia, his gaze calm, devoid of expression, offering no response.

Hestia continued reacting to Yang Tianchuan’s demeanor, saying, "I understand that Yang Tian has no awareness of certain matters, but let me remind you that my new twilight boasts twelve deities! Among these twelve, the most brilliant Divine King, my radiant Di Ren, is not someone you can obstruct!

"At this moment, he sleeps in the palace behind me. I would not wish for him to be awakened prematurely.

"Who dares disturb the slumber of this throne?"

A low voice emerged, echoing from the ruins of the palace.

At this sound, the spirits of Apollo, Athena, Hastel, and others showed expressions of shock.

The reason did not matter!

It was because of Li Suli; they could not be more familiar!

Moreover, this voice signified the arrival of the entity they revered most, their deepest fear—the new imperial decree of destiny was about to awaken!

"It’s over! Over! The god has awakened—the world is doomed!"

Hestia Carter was the first to panic.

Apollo Watna’s face grew heavy, startled and alarmed.

A gaze fell upon that entity, and soon, fissures split open, spreading instantaneously!

In all the fractures, countless lightning bolts surged forth!

Crack!

A crisp sound erupted as the surface rocks, like goosebumps, scattered on the ground. There appeared a man with a commanding presence, his bare upper body radiant in red, holding in hand a force imbued with the majesty of Lei Ming.

With the appearance of this majestic man, the heavens and earth began to tremble violently, as they did in the presence of Yang Tianchuan in the past. The ground fractured as the heavens threatened to collapse!

At the same time, across various corners of the globe, inexplicable transformations began to occur, elemental chaos unleashed in floods, earthquakes, tsunamis, volcanic eruptions, and other calamities. Disasters erupted nearly everywhere, accompanied by a cacophony of voices across languages as the world descended into turmoil!

"Peak devotion!"

Feeling the world shift, Lingling’s delicate form trembled with fright, her thoughts racing wildly. "This person’s world—it’s terrifying."

"Greater than victory?"

Listening to Yang Tian, a subtle frown furrowed her brows.

"No matter! During the Great Victory Period, it isn’t surprising that Xin Atu faced Divine Kings or medal-winning rivals. This type of Xin Atu’s mediocrity is abundant, yet the banner you hold in the Mahayana realm cannot be sustained by this world!"

Xiao Yu cautioned, instinctively calling out to Qian Dao. "You absolutely must not confront him! Just now, you shattered every ounce of momentum accumulated by the ten-thousandfold force. That pulsating roar remains. If you clash with him, Earth itself may collapse from the sheer aftershock of your battle."

"Can you truly grasp his power?"

This remark left Tiantian momentarily awkward.

Truth be told, he hadn’t anticipated admitting fault himself, nor had he imagined Shen Wangjes surpassing the Great Victory Period.

This realization rendered Earth incapable of bearing the transcendental energy of destiny between divine beings, leaving it teetering under the weight of Yang Chuan’s singular might.

A single exchange between the two could bring down the metaphorical storm!

This was the very outcome that Yang Chuan desperately sought to avoid!

Yet Yang Chuan would not make a move himself. The new Divine King would remain unprovoked!

Could it possibly be passive?

As Yang Chuan pondered this, the new Divine King slowly approached.

Apollo, Athena, Hestia, and numerous others bent low before Zeus, kneeling profoundly and humbly lowering their heads. "Behold the radiant lord!"

"Hm!"

Zeus merely cast a brief glance across the gathered crowd.

With this simple utterance from Zeus, immense pressure surged instantly, pressing down upon Apollo and the others!

For they understood that Zeus was not merely questioning but admonishing them!

If they failed to respond correctly, whether it pertained to divine duties or Zeus’s throne, they risked death!

Thus, Apollo gritted his teeth forcefully, declaring, "Radiant lord, it was not my intention to startle you in your slumber but merely to address the criminal—a petty worm!"

Speaking thus, Avaro venomously directed his gaze toward Yangtian Island in the heavens. "It is him! A mere worm who slaughtered Ares and Hermes, now waiting within the Hufalin Mountain Range! Above all, he dared disrupt the slumbering divinity!"

"Hm?"

Zeus, hearing this, pointed a single finger toward Yang Bu.

With just this motion, Apollo began to cough up blood violently, stumbling back pressed against the edges of his cloak.

"This...this power...it’s too overwhelming!"

A gaping void of darkness spanning one hundred meters unfurled before Apollo and the others, faces twisted in horror.

Although Zeus was their father, few had witnessed Zeus unleash such devastating might.

Now, even Apollo’s ambition to supplant Zeus’s throne seemed inconceivable!

Zeus’s might loomed undeniable, swiftly dismantling Apollo’s resolve.

Nonetheless, despite Zeus’s awe-inspiring dominance, many remained exhilarated!

"Finally, he’s gone!"

Hestia couldn’t help but smirk, her unease melting away.

The mere presence of Yang Tian had been an unbearable weight upon her!

If even Zeus, in all his splendor, couldn’t contend with him, Yang Tian might have diminished every noble god in existence.

Such a being, with such destructive ease, was someone Hestia could never accept living in this world!

The death of Yang Tian brought her boundless relief.

And yet Athena, much unlike the other gods, did not share their joy. Suddenly, she asked, "Athena, what are you thinking about?"

"Huh? Thinking about what?"

Apollo questioned Hestia idly. "I feel this resolution is far too simple!"

"Simple, is it?"

Hestia sneered coldly. "Ares has fallen, Hermes too, Yu Hao and countless divine beings alike—this result was easy to attain. However, there’s one undeniable truth: Zeus’s father may possess ways to evade death. Such divine calculations..."

A spire erupted into the heavens.

Hestia Carter witnessed a sudden scene—a colossal figure overshadowed by a darkened shroud, its appearance scattering both light and skies in a cataclysmic mushroom cloud!

"This...how is this possible? He isn’t dead!"

Shocked, Hestia hesitated before bursting into laughter again.

Even though Yiren survived, Yang Chuan’s right hand remained severely scarred, exposing a royal gleam yet failing to fully reveal the darker essence beneath.

Zeus’s attack had clearly injured Yang Tian!

"Dodging a fatal strike—that’s luck, perhaps?"

Zeus glanced at Yang Tian, his brow tightening into a subtle crease while an ominous smile took shape.

"So fortunate—but luck always finds its end. There won’t be a third time, nor a second chance!"

Zeus advanced steadily, emanating unrivaled authority. "Death is inevitable; only lament for your empty reign, crushed by unyielding flame and Olympus’s tempest—the very power deemed unstoppable by Apollo’s will, leaving you bereft of allies!"

With these words, Zeus summoned a ferocious bolt of lightning that soared upward into the sky!

Boom!

In an instant, flashes of radiant lightning cascaded over Yang Chuan!

"Specters, specters!"

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