240: Chapter 240 The Celestial Ancestor's Defenses Are Breached! The Saint Shows Favoritism!

"Little Tian."

"What do you think you should call me?"

Su Feng's calm voice echoed across the empty Starry Sky Arena.

These simple words were like two loud slaps, ruthlessly striking the majestic face of the Heavenly God Old Ancestor.

It had been a hundred thousand years.

Since he had suppressed the Three Thousand Upper Realms, who had dared to use such a title or tone when speaking to him?!

"Brat... you've gone too far!!!"

The Heavenly God Old Ancestor's face turned from green to purple, and then from purple to black.

His divine eyes were now bloodshot; the pride of a Golden Immortal at the Peak of Nine Daos was completely shattered at this moment!

"You just happened to have a Breakthrough to the Nine Daos during the battle! Do you really think you can easily surpass this deity's million years of foundation?!"

The Heavenly God Old Ancestor roared like a trapped beast driven to a corner.

"Burn!!!"

He recklessly burned his God Race Origin, and his ten light wings erupted with a blinding, blood-colored divine radiance.

He pushed the semi-finished Life and Death Reincarnation Laws within him to their limit, transforming himself into a Heavenly Sword of Laws burning with the aura of death, slashing down fiercely at Su Feng!

This strike was the culmination of his life's power and a desperate struggle to defend the God Race's dignity!

However.

Facing this frantic counterattack capable of shattering an entire Upper Realm, Su Feng didn't even blink.

He didn't even use the Nine Daos Origin Vision behind him; he simply raised his right hand and waved his sleeve casually toward the Heavenly Sword of Laws.

"Bang—!"

There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor the roar of Law collisions.

The desperate strike that the Heavenly God Old Ancestor had burned everything for felt like it had hit an insurmountable sky the moment it touched the wind from Su Feng's sleeve.

The Heavenly Sword of Laws, which condensed his hundred thousand years of Dao Fruit, couldn't even last half a breath before it shattered inch by inch into a rain of light!

"Pfft!"

The Heavenly God Old Ancestor spat out a large mouthful of divine blood and flew backward ten times faster than he had come, crashing heavily into the edge of the White Jade Arena and creating a deep crater.

Silence.

A deathly silence filled the entire venue.

The Heavenly God Old Ancestor struggled to crawl out of the crater, his golden armor shattered and his light wings dimmed.

He stared intently at the white-robed youth who still had his hands behind his back and hadn't moved a single step; deep despair and a sense of powerlessness finally welled up in his eyes.

Clearly, he could have been crushed in a single move, but Su Feng chose this most humiliating way to send him flying.

This was a crushing defeat on a dimensional level!

Before Su Feng's complete Life and Death Reincarnation, his half-baked Law power was as laughably pathetic as a child's toy.

What made the Heavenly God Old Ancestor feel even more humiliated and terrified...

...was that after slapping him away, Su Feng didn't even let his gaze linger on him for half a second!

Those Ancient Heavy Pupils, flowing with the Laws of Life and Death, looked right past him—the so-called strongest of the God Race—and landed directly on the holy and flawless figure in the God Race's preparation area with the aggressive gaze of a hunter watching its prey.

The Twelve-Winged Goddess, Jialuo!

[Ding! Locked onto SSS-rank target: God Race Twelve-Winged Goddess—Jialuo!]

Hearing the System notification in his mind, a cold sneer curled on Su Feng's lips.

Since he had encountered such a top-tier goddess, there was no longer any need for this high-and-mighty God Race, which claimed to be the head of ten thousand races, to continue existing!

Feeling Su Feng's undisguised predatory gaze, Jialuo's pure golden eyes narrowed slightly, but her beautiful face still maintained the coldness and nobility characteristic of the God Race.

"Third stage: Human Race, Su Feng wins!"

At that moment, high in the sky, the grand and majestic projection of Saint Lin Fan spoke, his voice spreading throughout the entire illusionary realm.

"The Battle of Ten Thousand Races, all arena matches have concluded."

"Total points: Human Race is first!"

"This seat announces: that ownerless Upper Realm belongs to the Human Race!"

With this final verdict, thunderous cheers erupted from the Human Race's preparation area.

Shen Youchu, the Empress, and others let out a long sigh of relief.

However, Lin Fan's next words made all the foreign race powerhouses present, including the Heavenly God Old Ancestor, feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Furthermore."

Lin Fan's phantom took a deep look at Su Feng on the arena, his tone carrying a hint of unquestionable favoritism:

"From this day forward, for ten thousand years, this ownerless Upper Realm shall be under the protection of this seat's [Saint Laws]! If any other race dares to defy this, secretly spy on it, or incite a realm war... they shall be executed without mercy!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire audience was in an uproar.

How the hell is this a normal reward for the Battle of Ten Thousand Races?!

This was clearly the Saint openly taking sides, granting the newly risen Human Race and Su Feng an invincible Immunity Medallion!

The Titan Race Old Ancestor, the Nine Nether Race Elder, and other ancient powerhouses who had become shrewd after living in the Three Thousand Upper Realms for so long.

The moment they heard the words "Saint's protection," they didn't hesitate for a second.

They decisively turned around and, leading the prodigies of their respective races, bowed deeply toward Su Feng on the arena and the Human Race's preparation area in a gesture of extreme respect and submission.

In a world where the strong prey on the weak, there is no right or wrong, only strength and weakness!

With even a Saint of the Major Thousand Worlds so blatantly taking a stand, if they still couldn't read the situation and continued to follow the God Race down a dead-end path, they would truly be seeking death!

"This... this is unfair!"

Seeing the vassal races that used to grovel before him now siding with the Human Race without hesitation, the Heavenly God Old Ancestor finally collapsed completely.

He sensed the scheme hidden in Su Feng's gaze toward Jialuo and realized the catastrophic disaster the God Race was about to face.

"Su Feng! Do you really think that with the Saint taking sides, you've definitely won?!"

The Heavenly God Old Ancestor stood up abruptly, a glint of extreme gambler-like madness flashing in his eyes.

He knew he had suffered a crushing defeat in the arena, but if he returned to the God Race Holy Land and utilized the foundation accumulated over eons, he might still have a chance to turn the tables!

"This deity will see! Whether your speed in invading my God Race's [Pure Land of the Gods] is faster, or my speed in entering the [Tianxuan Creation Pool] to attain Sainthood is faster!!!"

With those words, the Heavenly God Old Ancestor retreated from the Venerable Great Illusionary Realm in a sorry state.

Watching the back of the Heavenly God Old Ancestor fleeing like a stray dog.

Su Feng didn't move to stop him; he only narrowed his deep Ancient Heavy Pupils slightly.

"Tianxuan Creation Pool? Forcing Sainthood?"

A cruel sneer curled at the corner of Su Feng's mouth.

It seems this old dog is prepared for a life-and-death struggle!

However, based on what Su Feng just understood, the other party's Fusion of the Nine Daos was not truly at Perfection.

This Tianxuan Creation Pool requires undergoing the baptism of Heavenly Dao Laws; is it really that easy to pass??

"Come, let's see how this Heavenly God Old Ancestor braves the Tianxuan Creation Pool!!"