639: People need to be slapped in the face before they behave themselves.

"Ding~"

The scepter transformed into a long spear mid-flight, accurately piercing Yang Dian's glabella.

Feeling the sensation from the spear tip, the young woman, revered by the Greeks as Athena, couldn't help but lose herself in thought.

"This feeling..."

She subconsciously retrieved the long spear.

Looking at Yang Dian, whose body remained seated atop the statue's scepter, his long hair fluttering in the strong wind, a hint of playfulness in his eyes, and not even a white mark left on his glabella, the spirited young woman fell silent.

That strike just now was her full power under normal combat conditions.

Besides that, it wasn't as if she didn't have methods to burn her Power Of Faith and Divine Soul, erupting with ten or even a hundred times her combat power.

But those were her trump cards, her last resort, her final desperate struggle.

'A full-power strike under normal conditions couldn't harm the blasphemer in the slightest, didn't even break a single hair, and couldn't even leave a mark on his skin.'

'Is there still a need to fight desperately?'

'I have methods for a desperate burst of power, but does he not?'

Seeing the young woman fall into a daze, Yang Dian couldn't help but feel a little disappointed:

"Goddess of War? Athena?"

"Is that all?"

"Not only are you weak, but you can also get distracted in battle?"

Reaching out and snatching the long spear from the young woman's hand, Yang Dian merely exerted a slight force, and with a "clang," the spear tip broke into two pieces at his fingertips.

"Is this the so-called Divine Artifact?"

"It seems to be nothing special."

"It's not even as hard as the Gengjin from the research institute."

His thoughts lingered for a moment on the Gengjin at the super weapon research institute, which was so hard that even he couldn't break it now, before Yang Dian's gaze returned to the young woman.

"The Aura on her body feels a bit off."

"This power of yours shouldn't have been Cultivated by yourself, nor obtained through an Awakening ability, right?"

"After the light curtain rose, what kind of fortuitous encounter did you have?"

As Yang Dian's words fell, the dazed young woman had just recovered some clarity, and at the same time, a golden light illuminated the temple on the cliff.

"Bang!"

Blocking the punch that broke the sound barrier and was aimed at him, Yang Dian had no interest in being hit by a man.

As he intercepted the supersonic punch, the voice from the temple, echoing from afar, finally reached Yang Dian's ears.

"Athena!"

Tilting his head to savor the hysterical roar of the newcomer and observing the man's angry expression, Yang Dian looked at the young woman with some confusion:

"Your lover?"

"What a strong smell of jealousy."

Hearing Yang Dian's words, the newcomer's pupils suddenly contracted, "Bastard!"

"You're not allowed to insult..."

Before his furious rebuke could finish, Yang Dian, who was holding his wrist, exerted a slight force.

"Crack~"

With a crisp snapping sound, golden blood, somewhat shimmering in the sunlight, dripped from the high sky along with pale bone fragments.

The man whose wrist was crushed by Yang Dian was a ruthless individual.

After only a muffled groan, he raised his right leg, transforming into an afterimage, and kicked towards Yang Dian's head.

"Oh?"

With a flick of his hand, he shattered the right foot kicking towards him, and feeling the special power burning within the man's body, which instantly increased his physical prowess by more than ten times, Yang Dian stood up and grabbed his neck:

"Don't make trouble."

As his voice fell, a wisp of cold Qi emanated from Yang Dian's palm, and the young woman, who had just recovered her senses and was standing to the side, only felt her vision blur for a moment before the man held by Yang Dian turned into an ice sculpture.

"Seth!"

In a cry of alarm, a brilliant golden light erupted from her body.

Yang Dian, who was about to study the power within Seth, turned his head to look at the young woman, whose strength had suddenly increased by more than a hundredfold.

"This burst of power."

"It's almost reaching the Late Stage of the Star-Patrolling Realm."

With admiration, Yang Dian snapped his fingers again.

The next moment, a biting cold wind swept across the clear sky.

The young woman, who had just burned her Power Of Faith, with golden light in her eyes, erupting with all her strength, was merely swept by the cold wind and, like Seth, was frozen in the sky.

"Power Of Faith?"

Yang Dian carefully sensed the state of Seth and the young woman, then shook his head again.

"It feels different from the Power Of Faith collected by divine civilizations through faith."

"It's more like..."

Just as he was pondering the power emerging from their bodies, Yang Dian, sensing something, looked down again into the distance.

About 80 kilometers away, dozens of warheads, spewing azure tail smoke, burst out of missile silos, their target directly aimed at his location.

Glancing at the missiles, Yang Dian then glanced at the Greeks in the city below, who harbored endless malice towards him, and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

"I just sat on the statue for a little while, and you immediately started shouting and threatening to kill me, not to mention now you're trying to blow me up with missiles, and others even wish they could drink my blood and eat my flesh."

"Isn't that a bit too impolite?"

Hearing Yang Dian's murmur, the young woman, whose movements were merely restricted but still retained her senses, felt her heart suddenly constrict.

"Do you not understand what it means to respect the strong?"

As his voice fell, Yang Dian, for the first time, released his Aura without reservation.

"Boom!"

With a clap of thunder from a clear sky, the vast, cloudless azure sky was instantly covered by dark clouds.

The heavy dark clouds, after appearing, transformed into a funnel-shaped vortex, constantly rotating around Yang Dian.

"Oh My God~"

The divine attendant, dressed in a white gown and wearing a leaf headpiece, looked at Yang Dian in the sky, who was like a god or a demon, seemingly occupying her entire vision, and took a deep breath.

"Has the God King descended?"

Trembling, she knelt on the ground.

Only then, as she lowered her head, did she notice that the shattered stones on the ground were constantly vibrating, as if they too wanted to fly into the sky and revolve around that man.

"King of Gods, please forgive the sinful thoughts that arose in me just now."

As she murmured, the priest, who was praying with her eyes closed, felt a warmth appear on her body.

'Did the God King forgive my sins?'

She instinctively looked up in the direction of the God King, and the priest's heart trembled violently.

Sunlight pierced through the center of the swirling dark clouds, directly shining on Yang Dian.

A halo of light outlined circles around Yang Dian, constantly rotating around him.

Birds cheered (wailed) beside Him, a goddess bowed (Athena was controlled and couldn't move) before Him, and dozens of missiles exploded in the distant background, as if celebrating His appearance.

At this moment, the God King was at the center of the world.

And she.

The High Priest of the temple.

Was now kneeling in the beam of light, bathed in the lingering glow cast by the God King.

"The God King not only forgave my sins but even granted me a blessing."

"My God! I will become your most devout follower."

In the sky.

Yang Dian, who was raising his Qi and blood, preparing to punch and shatter the Greek land, teach the Greeks how to respect the strong, and test the limits of the 'Formation,' hesitated.

A second ago, the Greeks hated him to death.

But now, they were all kneeling on the ground, praying devoutly to him.

"So arrogant before, so respectful now."

"Indeed, people only become obedient after being slapped..."