CHAPTER 464: CHAPTER 464: DON’T PUSH ME

"Though I don’t understand how this happened, you all forced me to..."

Swoosh~

The black-clad boy’s figure suddenly vanished from where he stood and appeared without warning in front of Athena.

Clang~

Without holding back, he went all out from the start, drawing the heavy Eight-sided Han Sword from the void, wielding the tangible Glazed Sword Light as he slashed toward the tall and poised Athena.

On the other side, Athena’s eyes remained emotionless as she raised her hand to catch the air, instantly manifesting a nearly full-body Golden Shield in her palm.

In the center of the shield, a golden sculpted head appeared lifelike, with countless menacing snakes protruding, ready to devour.

"Awooooo~~~"

At the moment he saw the head, a piercing scream exploded in his mind as if a red-hot steel awl had pierced his eyes into his brain, churning madly. The unparalleled agony swept through Zhu Haomiao’s body and soul, leaving him dazed for a brief instant.

Bang!

The next second, the Eight-sided Han Sword slashed fiercely against the Golden Shield, an unstoppable brutal force reverberated back from the sword, tearing his palm open.

Boom!

Flying backward at a speed faster than when he came, the black-clad boy struggled to adjust his posture midair. As his feet touched the ground, the surrounding area collapsed with a thunderous sound at the point of contact, forming a massive radial pit.

Crackling sounds~

Fine stone fragments peeled off his face as Zhu Haomiao gradually lifted his head, gray and rough stone patches wriggling slightly on his warm skin.

The edges of the patches expanded and contracted, as if two invisible energies were wrestling against each other.

Only after several seconds did Zhu Haomiao manage to extinguish the invasive foreign Divine Authority in his body, his dark gaze fixating on the distant tall Athena. On his face, where the stone had peeled, fresh red flesh rapidly grew new skin.

His peripheral vision caught the Golden Shield in her hand, and Zhu Haomiao pursed his lips silently.

Troublesome...

That shield can rebound the attacker’s destructive power and the defender’s strength back together, attacking it is like hitting oneself!

Moreover, the head of Medusa on it will petrify anyone who meets its gaze...

Click, this way won’t work, better find another...

However, glancing around at the remaining three, Zhu Haomiao frustratingly realized each one seemed as challenging to handle.

They almost embody the pinnacle power of their respective Divine systems!

One-on-one he’s not afraid, a one-on-two might be a pyrrhic victory...

But one-on-four indeed stretched beyond his capabilities!

If he could return to the Abyss Level, he might try again, but currently, he is only at the Golden Initial Rank...

More importantly, Zhu Haomiao vaguely sensed something amiss here. Without fully understanding the situation, he didn’t want things to spiral beyond redemption.

Clenching his teeth, Zhu Haomiao surveyed the surroundings, breathing a slight sigh of relief.

Fortunately, they seemed to retain their last pride, not assaulting together, perhaps he could still salvage something.

After all, Wilson is my dearest friend, a brother, better not to use him unless necessary...

Silently grumbling, Zhu Haomiao took a deep breath, and the air three yards behind shimmered with visible water ripples.

Soon, swords of various shapes, either sharp, heavy, or pointed, slowly emerged from the ripples’ center, pointing like a hedgehog towards the four.

[Flying Radiance Force·Moon Shattering]!

"Open!"

Fingers forming a sword, Zhu Haomiao pointed sharply, his body suspending in the air as dozens of treasure swords behind shot out, as if carrying self-awareness, tracing enigmatic trajectories from different angles towards the four enemies.

Seeing this, the four furrowed their brows slightly, communicating silently.

"Is this Bow’s authority?"

"Doesn’t seem like it, rather like Basic Force’s power."

"He can even simulate Basic Force?"

"Perhaps he can replicate the might of the Chinese National Treasure as well."

"Truly remarkable..."

In an instant, their consciousness flowed among the four, and facing the deadly swords shooting towards them, each manifested their Divine Skills, effortlessly keeping them at bay three yards around.

However, the sharp sword curtain still tore through the oppressive seal, Zhu Haomiao’s brow glimmered with a light as he keenly caught a fleeting vulnerability.

[Gale Force·Absolute Shadow]!

Swoosh~

His form abruptly disappeared, reappearing hundreds of meters away. Having broken through the barrier, Zhu Haomiao didn’t hesitate a bit, quickly fleeing outward, his gaze surveying the gray and monotonous world to analyze the underlying closed Barrier.

On the other side, the four slightly narrowed their pupils, simultaneously looking towards the escaping target, losing their composure, and striking in unison.

"Heavenly Chains!"

Clang~

Golden Holy Light descended from the sky, piercing through the murkiness like sharp swords, sealing the space hundreds of meters around Zhu Haomiao.

Then, the Holy Light contracted and solidified into golden chains of pure energy, locking the black-clad boy’s limbs instantly.

"Mjolnir!"

Boom!

A tall, sturdy man leaped into the sky, beckoning a blue-white lightning from above, which turned into a giant hammer-shaped weapon in his hand, smashing towards Zhu Haomiao’s chest.

Feeling Thor’s pure destructive Divine Power, Zhu Haomiao’s pupils exploded with infinite bloodlight, a primal beast-like roar echoing from deep within his throat.

[Anger]!

"Roar!!!"

The golden chains entangling his limbs were forcibly torn by brute strength, screeching as metal deformed yet didn’t break.

However, with some room to move, Zhu Haomiao clenched his fist, facing the descending lightning hammer head-on with a single hand.

Sizzle~

Upon the fist’s edge, the anticipated collision did not occur; a ring of blue-white electric arcs spread out, vaporizing everything in its passage, dissipating only hundreds of meters away.

At the heart of the battlefield, Zhu Haomiao felt the terrible destructive Divinity pour into his fist, creeping along the arm as it shattered every vein and muscle it passed.

"Pff~"

Spitting out blood flickering with arcs, Zhu Haomiao’s eyes glowed even brighter, his lips curving uncontrollably into a mad grin.

Boom!

A terrifying blood-colored flame erupted from his body surface, forcing Thor to retreat three steps, a sliver of puzzlement and dread flashing in his pupils.

Injured but not weaker, instead growing stronger...

Are you the Berserker, or am I the Berserker?

Crack!

Muscles rolled over his entire body, under the skin, seemed there were dragons and snakes moving. Zhu Haomiao exerted full force with all limbs, brutally tearing, shattering the golden chains binding him instantly.

The desire to escape gradually faded, replaced by a thrilling delight in fighting to the death filling his mind, his blood-red eyes scanning around, a violent and crazed gaze making even the Gods wary.

But the next second, a clear spirit light flickered deep in his pupils, Zhu Haomiao’s crazed upturned lips halted slightly, regaining a trace of calm.

Restraint [Anger], [Dao Heart] +10

Forcibly suppressing [Anger], Zhu Haomiao breathed deeply, deliberately calming his tone, and roared lowly.

"Don’t push me, let me go!"