448: Chapter 448 The Temple Reveals Its True Form

The long halberd slashed down.

City God Wang Ding's mind went blank.

He had clearly directed the Nether Filth Qi toward City God Zhao Yuan; how could the Divine General turn around and slash at him?

There was no time to think.

The long halberd, wreathed in violent flames, tore straight through the incense shield around City God Wang Ding.

"Ahhh!"

City God Wang Ding let out a scream like a slaughtered pig.

The cyan spare divine robe he had just put on instantly ignited with crimson flames.

This was no ordinary fire; it was Divine Fire specifically designed to scorch divine status and Power Of Will.

City God Wang Ding retreated repeatedly, frantically slapping at the flames on his body, but the more he slapped, the fiercer the fire burned.

"Save me! Save me!"

He turned and roared at the gods below the steps.

The gods at the bottom of the steps were so frightened that they retreated one after another; who would dare to go up and get touched by these deadly sparks?

Seeing that the fire was about to burn into his Sea of Consciousness, City God Wang Ding panicked.

He opened his mouth and spat out a palm-sized golden cauldron.

This was his trump card Magic Treasure for saving his life, containing the purest incense he had accumulated over hundreds of years.

The small cauldron expanded rapidly in the wind, transforming into a golden dome that clamped tightly over City God Wang Ding's head, attempting to block the Divine Fire.

The Divine General statue's eyes rolled again.

There was no emotional fluctuation.

It gripped the long halberd with both hands and smashed it down violently.

Boom!

The long halberd landed solidly on the golden dome.

That small cauldron, which could withstand the full-force strike of a third-rank deity, didn't even last half a breath before it was covered in cracks and then exploded into a sky full of golden dust with a "bang."

The remaining force of the long halberd did not diminish, cleaving from the top of City God Wang Ding's head all the way to his feet.

There was no blood splatter.

City God Wang Ding was burned into fly ash by the violent flames.

A gust of hot wind blew by, and not even a scrap was left.

The dignified City God of Xuzhou was just gone.

Below the white jade steps, there was dead silence.

All the gods held their breath, their eyes fixed on that small pile of ashes on the steps.

Fatty Wang, who had been so arrogant just a moment ago, was gone in two moves?

Furthermore, after the Divine General killed City God Wang Ding, it simply retracted the long halberd, closed its eyes again, and returned to the appearance of a statue.

It was as if nothing had happened.

When everyone looked at City God Zhao Yuan again, their gazes had completely changed.

Not only could this City God Zhao Yuan make lotus flowers bloom with every step on magma, but he could also command the gate-guarding Divine General to hack his rival to death?

Was this something a fourth-rank City God could actually do?

"City God... City God Zhao is mighty."

A county City God trembled and cupped his hands.

Immediately after, hundreds of gods below the steps retreated to both sides in unison, forcibly clearing a wide path.

Everyone kept their heads down, not even daring to breathe loudly.

City God Zhao Yuan stood on the steps, his legs no longer trembling.

He straightened his back and cleared his throat.

"That scoundrel City God Wang Ding usually embezzled incense and committed all sorts of evil. Today, he angered the Divine General; it is purely his own fault."

City God Zhao Yuan clasped his hands behind his back, putting on an inscrutable expression.

"Fellow colleagues, this Secret Realm is dangerous. Everyone should rely on their own abilities."

After speaking, he didn't even look at the gods below. He turned around and walked with measured steps toward that huge bronze gate.

He pushed open the bronze gate.

An even more ancient and desolate aura rushed toward him.

City God Zhao Yuan lifted his foot and stepped over the threshold.

The gate slammed shut behind him.

City God Zhao Yuan looked closely and was completely dumbfounded.

This was no temple at all!

There was no magnificent dome, no mountains of Heaven And Earth Treasure.

What met his eyes was an endless expanse of ruins.

Dark red Evil Qi floated in the sky, and the ground was filled with broken weapons and snapped long halberds.

Huge beast bones were half-buried in the black soil, and the air was filled with a strong burnt smell.

Faintly, one could still hear the clashing of weapons coming from the depths of the ruins.

"Master, where... where is this?" City God Zhao Yuan asked cautiously in his Sea of Consciousness.

Inside the Qingzhou City God Temple, Gu Changsheng set down his teacup and surveyed the ruins through City God Zhao Yuan's vision.

"An ancient battlefield." Gu Changsheng's voice echoed in the Sea of Consciousness.

The flames here carry an extremely strong aura of slaughter.

"Don't just stand there, keep moving forward," Gu Changsheng ordered.

City God Zhao Yuan hurried to step forward.

He hadn't walked far before the bronze gate behind him was pushed open again.

The gods outside followed in, one after another.

When they saw these ruins, they were also stunned.

"Didn't they say there was Divine Liquid for tempering weapons in the Divine Fire Secret Realm? Why is it a broken battlefield?"

"This Evil Qi is too heavy; my incense Power Of Will is being corroded!"

One god exclaimed.

The gods hurriedly raised their incense shields to resist the pervasive dark red Evil Qi.

Just then, the soil in front of the ruins suddenly loosened.

A claw formed from dark red flames suddenly reached out from underground.

Immediately after, a humanoid monster covered in burning Evil Fire crawled out of the ground.

It had no facial features and held a broken flame long saber in its hand.

As soon as the monster poked its head out, it immediately turned its face and let out a piercing roar at the gods who had just entered.

The sound was extremely harsh, like two pieces of raw iron rubbing against each other.

"What the hell is this thing!"

A god raised his hand and struck out with a golden bolt of incense Divine Power.

The Divine Power hit the monster, but instead of causing damage, it was like pouring water into hot oil.

The Evil Fire on the monster surged violently.

It detested the smell of incense and immediately swung its long saber and lunged forward.

The long saber slashed down.

The god who had attacked didn't even have time to scream before he was split in two.

His incense Power Of Will was instantly devoured by the Evil Fire.

With this, the entire ruin was stirred up.

The soil churned.

Densely packed Fire Spirit vengeful entities crawled out from underground.

They were all souls who had died on this ancient battlefield; after death, they were eroded by the fire-type Evil Qi and turned into vengeful entities.

Most importantly, they had an instinctive rejection and hatred for the incense divine path.

"Run! Run quickly!"

The gods were so scared that they were Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, turning around to run toward the bronze gate.

But the gate was tightly shut and wouldn't budge.

The Fire Spirit vengeful entities surged up like a tide.

Screams and the sounds of Divine Power explosions rang out everywhere.

City God Zhao Yuan stood at the very front, watching the monsters lunging toward him, his scalp tingling.

"Master! Help me!"

City God Zhao Yuan screamed for help frantically in his Sea of Consciousness.

Several Fire Spirit vengeful entities had already targeted him and were charging over, brandishing their weapons.

Inside the Qingzhou City God Temple, Gu Changsheng sat in his armchair, ignoring City God Zhao Yuan's plea for help.

He frowned slightly.

Deep in the Sea of Consciousness, the liangtian ruler, which had been floating quietly, suddenly began to tremble violently.

Cyan-gold light continuously flickered on the ruler.

Gu Changsheng could clearly perceive that the liangtian ruler was conveying an extremely intense emotion.

It was yearning.

It was yearning for something deep within the ruins.