535: She's stronger than you think.

The first round of the Dignity Battle.

Human Race wins!

Lin Xianhuo's strike plunged the entire world into a deathly silence.

The raging fire in her heart was still burning on the Shura Killing Field, its terrifying destructive power leaving the hundred-thousand-meter-wide battlefield shattered.

The residual explosions of Divine Element and Magic Element still lingered, occasionally roaring.

Even Helden's face was filled with surprise at this moment.

Before the battle, he hadn't actually believed Lin Xianhuo could win.

Now, Lin Xianhuo had won, and he also understood how she had won.

But he still found it somewhat unbelievable.

Because what Lin Xianhuo did on the battlefield was simply too incredible!

During the battle, she continuously absorbed the Flames of Deathly Silence, allowing them to devour the devil core within her body, and finally, under Ghost Cold's countless heavy blows, she transformed enough power to rival the Sun Fire.

Then she activated her White Bone War God form, and ultimately, in this form, she merged the two powers to unleash that astonishing strike!

But... Helden sighed, not because Ghost Cold lost.

But because Lin Xianhuo's Awakening failed.

In the final stage of that Awakening, she completely lost her mind, making no attempt to control the power within her, venting it freely, erupting, turning into a chaotic mess.

What's more, the flames of Divine Element and the flames of Magic Element were inherently two conflicting powers.

She mashed them together without any control, and the ultimate result was that both her Divine Element and devil core were destroyed.

Her Realm was still there, her Physical Body was still there, but let alone the Flames of Deathly Silence, even the intensity of her Sun Fire was less than one-tenth of what it was.

In other words, after that strike, Lin Xianhuo, while not fading into obscurity, would no longer be able to keep up with the Super God Class's progress.

Thinking of this, Helden continued to look at the battlefield; there was still a period of intermission before the second round began.

At this moment, on the Other Tribe Warship, Ghost Cold, bleeding profusely and barely clinging to life, was brought back.

He knelt in the midst of the Demon King Group, his face filled with terror, his heart pounding, seemingly still immersed in the moment he faced Lin Xianhuo's strike.

That towering black-red blade, its oppressive force was truly too intense; even before it descended, he felt his internal organs would be crushed by that dense pressure.

Finally, he uncontrollably pressed the surrender button.

Because his Soul was trembling, his entire brain kept echoing a single phrase: Do not resist that strike! Do not resist! No!!

The final result was that he knelt like a defeated dog on the Other Tribe Warship, yet not a single Demon King Group Prodigy mocked Ghost Cold.

At this moment, almost all the Geniuses of the Demon King Group, including Lilith, still had the image of that strike echoing in their minds, their spirits trembling involuntarily.

They asked themselves, if Ghost Cold were replaced by them, could they withstand it?

The answer was somewhat cruel.

"Can you withstand it?" Apollo turned and glanced at Kuang Xing.

Kuang Xing shook his head.

"You can't withstand it either!?" Apollo couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Even Zeus and Lilith turned to look, their eyes showing doubt, thinking, was Kuang Xing not as strong as everyone thought?

But unexpectedly, Kuang Xing suddenly stood up and walked out of the warship, saying, "Find me when it's my turn."

After speaking, he left.

No explanation.

And too lazy to explain.

Because he shook his head not because he couldn't withstand it.

But because he was too lazy to answer the question.

Anyway, everything was meaningless.

The only thing that left a deep impression on Kuang Xing was not the final strike, but Lin Xianhuo's final, mournful scream.

How painful... Xiao Fan, you dog, you're truly extraordinary.

You've been dead for two years, and there are still so many people grieving for you.

Even I am no exception.

Thinking of this, Kuang Xing took out a pot of strong liquor from his Storage Ring and sat alone in a quiet room, drinking.

Gulp, gulp... Kuang Xing often wondered if it was a bit abnormal for him to drown his sorrows daily because a man died?

But he just felt that without him, this world truly had no meaning.

Thinking of this, he took another large gulp, his eyes hazy.

Human Race Warship.

Demon War God brought Lin Xianhuo back.

After she fainted, the flames on Lin Xianhuo's body extinguished, and her flesh quickly regrew, but it was still fragmented.

At this moment, she lay on a white hospital bed, her eyes tightly closed, with several powerful individuals treating her injuries beside her.

Soon, the treatment results came out.

Demon War God held the medical record filled with cruel truths, and finally sighed.

Both her devil core and Divine Element were cracked.

This was equivalent to an ordinary person breaking their limbs, roughly equivalent to being crippled.

Finally, Demon War God sighed, thinking, this might be for the best; in the future, she could continue to be his little princess, as if nothing had ever happened.

She had never left the imperial capital, never been to Green Leaf City, never attended Di Yi Academy, still the same empty-headed, arrogant, and willful little girl.

At least that way, she would be happier, right?

At this moment, footsteps came from outside the door.

Demon War God turned to look, his eyebrows slightly raised.

Four people had arrived.

Ding Dong, Zhuge Tianming, Yun Jinyu, and Xiao Fan's Senior Brother, who seemed to be named Zheng Qiong.

At this moment, none of the four had any sadness on their faces; it seemed they didn't yet know the truth, unaware of how badly Immortal Fire was injured.

At this moment, Zheng Qiong seemed to see through Demon War God's thoughts and chuckled, "Do you think your daughter is crippled?"

Demon War God's eyebrows slightly furrowed, saying, "What do you mean?"

He felt this guy was a bit impolite.

Zheng Qiong patted Demon War God's shoulder and said, "Everything has just begun."

"Hm?" Demon War God's eyebrows furrowed tightly.

Zheng Qiong said in a deep voice, "Don't underestimate your daughter."

"She is stronger than you imagine."

"Everything that is happening now is within our expectations."

"The devil core and Divine Element are indeed cracked, damaged."

"But precisely because of this, there is a possibility for them to completely fuse."

"The concept of Divine-Demon Coexistence is still too advanced; even in the outside world, no one can achieve it through Acquired means."

"But I see a glimmer of possibility in these young friends around me."

"Especially this Genius."

Zheng Qiong turned to look at Zhuge Tianming.

Zhuge Tianming smiled slightly.

The world did not know that this old man and young man had had an argument a few days prior.

Strictly speaking, it wasn't an argument, but an education.

And it was an education from Zhuge Tianming to Zheng Qiong.

Even Zheng Qiong eventually had to concede.

The source of their argument was Xiao Fan's Bagua Gear, also known as the World Gear.

At the time, Zheng Qiong felt that his initial theoretical World Gear seemed to have some problems, so he went to ask Jiang Shenyi, who was the person on this planet who knew the most about Bagua?

Jiang Shenyi directly introduced Zhuge Tianming to him.

This one was a descendant of the Martial Marquis.