162: Even God can't make me kneel, so who do you think you are?

The few looked at each other, unable to believe what they had just witnessed.

In their hearts, Gods were invincible, and no matter how powerful a Mortal was, they would never be a God's opponent.

But what had just happened shattered the ingrained belief that 'Gods' were invincible.

"No, this must be reported to the Tower Lord!"

One of them, with a determined look, stood up and was about to leave.

"Wait a little longer. If that person ultimately isn't an opponent for the Wutong God, we can try to find a way to save his life."

"That makes sense. We must find a way to invite such a talent to Qianfa Tower!"

"But, who among us is an opponent for the Wutong God?"

As soon as this question was asked, everyone fell silent.

Indeed, there was no way they could be an opponent for the Wutong God.

Even though Chen Heng could fight the Wutong God head-on, they didn't have that capability.

"It's better to notify the Tower Lord first. Only the Tower Lord has the ability to save someone from a 'God'!"

Ultimately, the few decided to report the matter to Qianfa Tower first.

One person pulled out a bronze mirror from his 懷, formed a hand seal, and activated the Spiritual Qi within his body.

Soon, the bronze mirror reacted, and a blurry figure appeared within it.

"What is it?" the blurry figure asked indifferently.

"Please, Gold Badge Fashi, notify the Tower Lord that the Great God Wutong has revived."

"What?" The Gold Badge Fashi on the other side of the bronze mirror looked serious, sat up straight, and looked at the few people.

"No falsehoods?"

"Absolutely none. We are currently about twenty li from him."

The person holding the bronze mirror aimed it in the direction of Wutong Sect a location within the Cult.

"This is troublesome..." Sweat began to bead on the Gold Badge Fashi's forehead, and he immediately stood up to go see the Tower Lord.

"You all need to evacuate quickly. The Wutong God's Divine Ability can cover an area of five hundred li."

"Moreover, your supposedly superior stealth techniques are mere child's play in front of a 'God'!"

"Staying there is just waiting to die."

"There shouldn't be any major issues." The person holding the bronze mirror shook his head, not planning to evacuate immediately.

"Foolish, don't you know..." Before the Gold Badge Fashi could finish speaking, the person holding the bronze mirror quickly replied.

"Because the Wutong God is currently fighting another person, he won't be able to affect us for now."

"Ah?" The Gold Badge Fashi was stunned. He somewhat suspected if his ears had been possessed by an Anomaly.

Otherwise, how could he hear such a ridiculous statement?

"Indeed, Fashi, please look."

With that, the person re-aimed the bronze mirror towards the a location within the Cult and added a long-distance Spell to it.

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"Arrogant!" The Great Protector, gradually merging with the Wutong God, roared at Chen Heng.

"My God is an immortal and indestructible True God! Don't think you've truly harmed My God!"

"Too much nonsense."

Chen Heng twisted his slightly deformed arms, restoring them to their original state.

Although the golden patterns on Chen Heng's body were shattered, he was still extremely difficult to kill.

Because in the underground cave, the healing of injuries brought by the earth veins was many times better than on the surface.

As long as he wasn't instantly crushed to ashes, Chen Heng was essentially immortal.

No, there was another way to die, which was if the energy of the earth veins was completely depleted.

However, this possibility was almost zero and could be ignored.

"Come on, continue." Chen Heng's eyes were filled with provocation. He sensed that this oversized fellow in front of him hadn't used much strength.

As a 'God,' how could he only have this much capability?

"If you don't continue, then it's my turn."

Seeing that the Wutong God and the Great Protector in front of him made no move, Chen Heng charged forward again.

This time, he was smarter and didn't take a big leap to fly directly.

After flying, he would become very passive without a fulcrum; it was better to fight head-on.

Thus, Chen Heng continuously shuttled through the ruins, approaching the Great God Wutong at an extremely fast speed.

"You wish!" The Great Protector only reacted when Chen Heng was about to get close.

"You forced me to do this..."

The Great Protector gritted his teeth. He originally didn't want to use the Wutong God's Origin Divine Ability.

The Wutong God had not fully recovered.

Once the Origin Divine Ability was used, the Great God Wutong would have to fall into slumber for at least another forty years.

But the pressure Chen Heng brought him was too immense, forcing him to make this choice.

"Wutong Origin, Absolute God!"

The Great Protector plunged directly into the body of the Great God Wutong, and an invisible fluctuation erupted.

Just as Chen Heng was about to touch the Great God Wutong, his body seemed to be suppressed by something, becoming stiff.

And the Wutong God's size began to shrink rapidly, soon reaching only about ten meters in height.

Not only that, the entire a location within the Cult's blood-colored swamp also disappeared, all absorbed into the Wutong God's body.

Even the palm that had just been torn off transformed back into blood-colored worms and returned to the main body.

"I will make sure you leave no bones behind!"

A voice that was neither male nor female echoed in Chen Heng's ears. The shrunken Great God Wutong became incredibly agile.

In just a blink of an eye, a sharp blade made of blood-colored worms pierced through Chen Heng's chest.

The tip of the blade was impaling a still-beating heart.

"Ah?" Chen Heng glanced at his chest, only then realizing that the remaining three layers of golden patterns had all been shattered by that one blow.

"After all, you are a Mortal. Losing your heart means your death."

The Great Protector, merged with the Wutong God, looked at Chen Heng with cold eyes, awaiting his death.

"A little painful." Chen Heng grinned, his expression becoming ferocious.

"What?" The Wutong God's pupils contracted, looking at Chen Heng, who had been impaled through, with disbelief.

"Why aren't you dead yet?"

"You can try, see if you can kill me." Chen Heng grabbed the blade piercing through his chest with one arm.

He slammed it down forcefully, and the blade instantly shattered.

The large hole in his chest quickly recovered, and a brand new heart grew back.

"In the name of God! Kneel!" Seeing that Chen Heng was still not dead, the Wutong God couldn't help but frown.

This angry roar seemed to possess some special power. Chen Heng's expression became dazed.

His body became shaky, and his knees began to soften.

"Heh heh, after all, you are a Mortal. You still dare to resist a True God." Seeing that this move seemed to be effective, the Wutong God's somewhat tense mood relaxed a lot.

But the next moment, Chen Heng's figure paused, as if resisting something.

His eyes became clearer, and his posture straightened again.

"You know, this is my only flaw."

Chen Heng looked up at the Wutong God in front of him, a hint of madness in his eyes.

"Aside from my parents, even the heavens don't have the right to make me kneel!"

"What do you even count as?"

Both the Soul from Huaxia and the Asura Bloodline, representing resistance and rebellion, told Chen Heng one thing.

Do not kneel, even if it means death, do not kneel!

Chen Heng grabbed the Wutong God's four limbs with four hands, and gripped his head with the other two hands.

"You want me to kneel? You kneel first!"