890 A Strange Mistake (1/2)

Gate Of God Xin Yi 50960K 2022-07-22

n.o.body answered Fang Zhengzhi because the sculpture was motionlessly on the ground and did not appear to have any intention of standing up.

Of course, the actual reason was that n.o.body heard Fang Zhengzhi's question.

After all, everyone's train of thoughts had been disrupted and n.o.body could hear Fang Zhengzhi's voice.

”Unless I need to change my sword? Soft sword, heavy sword… or immediately go for a wooden sword?” Fang Zhengzhi did not bother about others' opinions, took a quick glance at his Traceless Sword before shaking his head. ”Forget it, I shall not change. Even if I was to be lonely, I would leave it to nature.”

So, what should he do next?

Even the most powerful man who walked out of the Gate of G.o.d was stabbed dead by his sword. Doesn't that mean Yun Qingwu's plans had failed?

How miserable.

Fang Zhengzhi felt that he was too powerful. With his powers, how could anyone qualify to be his opponent?

As he lifted his head, he subconsciously took a glance at the two Gates of G.o.d that were still opened. He wondered if he should close these two useless gates.

Just as he was thinking about it…

A black spot appeared in his line of vision.

It was not big, but it was very black. It looked like a rock that was falling with extremely fast speed. Almost instantaneously, it landed at Monster Emperor Baizhi's position.

”Eh? Another one?” Fang Zhengzhi was slightly shocked. However, he figured it out very soon. After all, there were two gates, hence it was no surprise for two of the ”rocks” to fall out.

An ancient saying went, 'newborn calves are not afraid of the tiger'. Yet besides this saying, there was another saying that was even more stylish that went, 'boldness stems from superb skill'

Fang Zhengzhi belonged to the latter.

Since he had already killed one, it would not require much more efforts for him to kill the other.

Fang Zhengzhi was slightly nervous but he was not fearful. After all, he had already experienced success.

So, this time, how should he kill?

Stab him a few times, or straight away go for the head?

”What's that?”

”Another powerful person arrived?!”

”Two?”

As Fang Zhengzhi was pondering over how he should do the killing to make it more meaningful, the sages and monster kings beneath finally regained their senses.

Of course, their mental strength was obviously weaker than the composed Fang Zhengzhi.

They were not the only ones…

Mu Qingfeng, Mo Shans.h.i.+, Qian Yu and Yan Yin's expressions were rather exaggerated too, turning pale again.

”There's nothing to fear about!” With a look of despise, Fang Zhengzhi tightened his grip on the Traceless Sword in his hand. He was ready to kill the second powerful man.

Boom!

A giant black rock that looked almost identical to the one previously fell. However, it landed about ten steps beside Fang Zhengzhi instead of in front of him.

Crack!

Lightning flashed and struck the giant black stone. It looked extraordinary and gave off a vibe as though it was split open by lightning.

”The way of appearance seemed to be slightly different?” Fang Zhengzhi was slightly confused but did not take it to heart.

After all, strictly speaking, anyone who fell out from the Gate of G.o.d deserves to be the so-called ”powerful man”.

Boom!

Unlike the previous one, this giant black rock did not gradually peel open. Instead, it exploded completely when it landed on the ground.

Buzz! A strong vibration of heaven and earth was felt, as though the entire universe was about to break into pieces.

Wait a minute!

Something was amiss!

Looking at this scene, Fang Zhengzhi's expression changed. The aura exuded was too powerful and gave off a strong sense of vitality, just like the green gra.s.s that grew exuberantly.

The aura from this explosion was even more terrifying than the aura from Monster Emperor Baizhi.

”Hahaha… I am back, finally back!” At this moment, laughter could be heard from the location where the giant black rock exploded.

Following that, the shape of a figure could gradually be seen.

Similarly, it was clad in black armor. However, the black armor had an extremely complicated pattern, was not stained with a single speck of dust and a light golden radiance flowed on it.

As compared to the previous sculpture which had a layer of dust, the face of this individual was much more clearer. Black eyes and narrow eyebrows, it gave a natural stern look that radiated from the core, exuding an invisible aura.

Most importantly…

On the forehead of this figure, there was a long golden vertical mark that looked like a closed eye, giving off a n.o.ble look.

”Demon!”

”A living demon!”

Almost instantaneously, the same thoughts popped up in everyone's minds. It was an aura, a demon aura that exuded from the core.

”So this time it's a living one?” Fang Zhengzhi was stunned for a moment as he stared at the figure that was ten steps away.

What on earth!

Where was the sculpture?

Shouldn't all the powerful men who came out from the gates be stationary? What does it mean for a living and jumping one to suddenly appear?

Fang Zhengzhi looked at the powerful demons nearby, then looked at the sculpture beneath his legs who did not even breathe at all.

Suddenly, he realized something different.

For example…

The living one in front of him had an armor that looked new as ever, while the dead's armor looked as if it had been used for countless of years.

Most importantly, the powerful man who had collapsed had a thick layer of dust on his face. Both his face shape and looks were extremely different from the strong demon in front of him.

The most obvious difference was the style.

When the sculpture first appeared, it had a very powerful but extremely different style, but the style was more of charisma than the coldness that the powerful demon exuded.

What was going on?

”It feels so good to… breathe again!” The powerful demon said again. He did not seem to notice what was happening around him but was still immersed in the excitement of ”rebirth”.

”Demon Deity!”

”Welcome Demon Deity!”

After hearing the voices, the elders of the demon race who were sent flying regained their senses and knelt on the ground without hesitation.