456: Fall of Zeus

Golden patterns adorned the surface of the blue lightning spear, and above the battlefield, the dark clouds gradually dispersed, and the wind gradually ceased.

It seemed as though this lightning spear had absorbed all the energy from the area.

Witnessing Song Zhong holding the lightning spear, all the Olympian Gods were dumbfounded.

“That… isn’t that the God King’s ability? Why can this Song Zhong also wield it?”

“It’s different; those golden patterns… it seems Song Zhong’s lightning spear is even more terrifying in power.”

“That’s not the key; this move is Zeus’s exclusive skill, why does Song Zhong also know it?”

The Olympian Gods’ astonishment also reached Zeus’s ears.

At this moment, his mind only contained three words: Impossible!

The moment the lightning spear appeared, Zeus had already entered a state of shutdown.

Because the ability Song Zhong displayed was actually of the same origin as his own, this was definitely not something simple copying and imitation could achieve.

From Song Zhong’s technique, it was almost indistinguishable from his own, which had been honed for thousands of years.

No, from the power of the lightning spear, Song Zhong’s proficiency was even superior to his own.

“Song Zhong!” A hint of fear had crept into Zeus’s tone, “Did Olympus’s national destiny grant you the ability to control lightning?”

“You finally grew a brain this time, but it’s not the national destiny granting me power; rather, it’s offering itself to me.”

Song Zhong’s voice suddenly became ethereal, and his entire demeanor blurred.

Zeus was greatly alarmed, as he could no longer perceive the opponent’s aura.

Even though Song Zhong remained standing before him, unmoving, Zeus always felt that the next second Song Zhong would appear in a place he could not anticipate.

Fear! Dread!

Two long-unfelt emotions enveloped Zeus’s heart; Zeus could not remember how long it had been since he had experienced these two emotions.

It seemed the last time was when he was a child, facing his enraged father, that he had felt fear.

Now, he actually felt this terrifying pressure once again from a mere youth.

“Are you ready to receive my gift, Zeus?”

The ethereal voice was omnipresent; Zeus was greatly startled to hear Song Zhong’s voice.

He had no time to think, quickly gathering all his Divine Power.

Rumble!

Streaks of blue lightning transformed into a massive ball of light, enveloping Zeus within it.

The instant the lightning orb formed, the blue-gold lightning spear, trailing a long tail, had already arrived before Zeus.

Sizzle!

There was no earth-shattering thunder, only insignificant electrical crackling.

Zeus’s lightning orb had no power to resist before Song Zhong’s spear.

The lightning spear smoothly pierced into the orb, like a bullet penetrating a wooden board.

Pfft!

The lightning spear pierced through the lightning orb and also through Zeus’s body.

Drops of fresh blood dripped from the spear.

“God King!”

“Father!”

“The God King is injured, quickly find a way to stop Song Zhong!”

Seeing Zeus unable to offer any resistance to Song Zhong’s attack, the Olympian Gods wailed as if they had lost their parents.

Suddenly, with a bang, the lightning orb could no longer sustain itself and instantly shattered.

A pale face appeared before the gods.

Zeus’s face was as pale as paper; he looked down at the spear and the wound on his chest, seemingly in disbelief.

He extended his left hand, gently touched his wound, and looking at the blood on his fingers, Zeus’s face showed a complex expression.

“Hahaha, I was actually wounded by lightning, I was actually wounded by lightning… Hahahaha… Hahahaha…”

Zeus roared and shouted in the sky as if he had gone mad.

The golden runes on the lightning spear danced, wildly surging within Zeus’s body, destroying his body from within.

Soon, cracks began to appear on Zeus’s skin, and streaks of blood seeped from his body.

In less than five minutes, God King Zeus turned into a blood-soaked man covered in wounds.

However, compared to the pain of the lightning punishment, Song Zhong’s spiritual blow was even more cruel.

Zeus paid no attention to the wounds on his body; he looked at the electric arcs emanating from his wounds and roared, “Impossible, this is impossible, I am the Lord of Lightning, how can I be killed by lightning?

This is impossible, Song Zhong, I will kill you!”

Zeus’s eyes were bloodshot, filled with madness; he used his last strength to try and gather lightning for an attack.

Song Zhong walked step by step to Zeus’s front and laughed, “Want to kill me? Alright, then I’ll give you a chance!”

Song Zhong bared his teeth, his pale teeth like sharp daggers, mercilessly mocking Zeus.

Zeus was already delirious at this point; stimulated by Song Zhong, he became even more insane.

“Haha, kill you… kill you…”

Another flash of lightning appeared on Zeus’s blood-soaked palm.

At this moment, Song Zhong was right in front of him; Zeus’s eyes were fixed on him, “Go to hell, I am the master of Olympus, I am the King of Lightning!”

Zeus roared, intending to strike Song Zhong with the lightning in his palm, but as soon as he moved, that lightning bolt actually stopped in mid-air.

Under Zeus’s stunned gaze, that lightning bolt actually backfired on Zeus, directly drilling into his body.

Rumble!

The terrifying lightning bolt directly opened a hole in Zeus’s palm.

Looking at his bleeding palm, Zeus could no longer control his emotions, “No…”

Song Zhong sneered at Zeus, “It seems you haven’t learned your lesson from before. How does it feel to be backfired by your own ability?”

After speaking, Song Zhong raised his left hand and lightly snapped his fingers.

With a snap, the blue-gold lightning spear instantly melted, and the unrestrained, violent lightning, like a wild horse unbridled, wildly surged into Zeus’s body.

“Ah!”

Zeus’s agonizing scream echoed through the sky, and a dazzling light erupted in the air; Zeus twisted his body, struggling, but without the protection of Olympus’s national destiny, he was no longer able to resist the lightning’s erosion.

Ten minutes later, a charred corpse fell from the sky; the former God King of Olympus, Zeus, had completely fallen.

The Olympian Gods witnessed Zeus’s death with their own eyes; facing a fledgling Great Xia Deity, Zeus had no power to fight back, almost being tortured to death.

This event had completely overturned their imagination; at this moment, neither the Olympian Gods nor the Legion of Malice had any desire to fight.

“Run!”

In the silent battlefield, someone shouted, and the idea of fleeing spread rapidly among the Olympian Gods like a virus.