Immortal Father
Chapter 1287: 460: The Battle Body Shows Its Power! [Request for Monthly Tickets]_3

Chapter 1287: Chapter 460: The Battle Body Shows Its Power! [Request for Monthly Tickets]_3

He deliberately let a god escape, giving them a chance to stop descending, breaking away from the grand witchcraft ritual, turning into a beam of golden light and rushing into the sky.

Today’s spectacle, these eight gods are simply too light in weight.

Li Ping’an glanced at the unconscious grand witchcraft priest, with a flicker of thought in his mind, lifted the priest and casually tossed him below.

He used a clever force, so that when the grand witchcraft priest fell in front of the main hall, his body hit hard, was severely injured, bleeding all over, barely breathing.

“Shang King?”

Li Ping’an’s voice still spread everywhere.

The Shang Prince Zi Lian looked up, immediately about to bow down and kneel, but was held up by an invisible force, unable to kneel.

“Why does the human king kneel?”

The Shang King was startled, then slowly stood straight, cupped his hands and shouted: “Greetings to the Ancestor of Humanity!”

Li Ping’an’s voice echoed from all directions:

“I am the ancient Human Emperor, returning now to rectify the divine realm.

“The grand witchcraft priests are holding the divine power, despising the king’s authority, the matters of human sacrifice causing the heavens to be outraged, nurturing cattle and sheep for sacrifice, using humans as offerings, degrading themselves.

“In the Shang King’s opinion, how should this grand witchcraft priest be dealt with?”

The Shang King shouted: “He should be executed! Executed!”

Li Ping’an lightly waved his finger, and a longsword flew out from a general’s waist beside him, hovering in front of the Shang King.

The Shang King’s expression changed several times, he looked up at the bare-chested god standing in the sky, then down at the grand witchcraft priest in the pool of blood in front of him, as well as the seven gods staggering before the statue.

The Shang King suddenly grasped the handle of the longsword firmly.

The sword rose, the sword fell!

The grand witchcraft priest’s head slowly slid to the side, and many nearby ministers turned pale, continuously retreating in fright.

Li Ping’an nodded in satisfaction, no longer looking at the Shang King, and said simply:

“Hao Xiaonian is an excellent grand witchcraft priest, from now on my words shall be communicated to the mortal world by her.”

Hao Xiaonian, kneeling, trembled slightly, secretly letting out a breath of relief.

This was a gamble where she staked more than just her life.

But Hao Xiaonian hadn’t expected things to develop in this direction, and the Divine King’s benevolent intention said, the tortoise spirit came to rectify the divine court, yet it was such a direct and brutal rectification…

Hao Xiaonian suddenly realized a problem.

The Divine King’s benevolent intention said that if a divine war broke out, the world would meet its end.

So now… does this count as the beginning of a divine war…

Could she have become an accomplice to the end…

For a moment, Hao Xiaonian’s mind was in chaos.

Thunderous sounds crashed from high above, gales surged from all directions, dark clouds quickly gathered over the Temple of Nuwa.

Urgent drumbeats, desolate horn sounds, ubiquitous chanting, resounded everywhere.

A gap opened in the center of the dark clouds, golden light surged and then dispersed, revealing a hundred plus gods, arranged in nine layers from top to bottom, glaring at Li Ping’an.

At the highest point, an elder in a gray robe stood quietly.

This elder was not Shaohao, he had also appeared last time when Guiling and others received divine punishment in the Southern Continent, presumably existing on a level similar to the Divine King Shaohao.

The gods began shouting indiscriminately.

But Li Ping’an was utterly fearless, casually drew up the seven captured gods to the clouds, to avoid harming the thousands below in the ensuing battle.

In front of these hundred plus divine court gods, Li Ping’an strolled to a god, opened his mouth, and said:

“Now do you know who Nüwa is?”

That god shook his head.

Li Ping’an kicked out, and the grand witchcraft priest’s phantom separated from the godly spirit, Li Ping’an grabbed the godly phantom with his hand, gave it two slaps, and crushed the phantom.

This was not the original form of the god;

But the destruction of the descending god’s phantom would also inflict severe damage on the original form.

The hundred plus gods above were stunned.

Was this newly ascended god not afraid of this spectacle of theirs?

Li Ping’an walked to the second god, asked the same question.

That god hurriedly nodded, tremblingly said: “I know! Nüwa is the Holy Mother of the Human Race, creator of humanity!”

Li Ping’an hummed softly: “You know too late.”

Then, he lifted his leg and kicked, smashing the descending god’s phantom with his large hand.

Li Ping’an walked to the third god, who broke down and shouted before Li Ping’an even spoke: “The Divine King will punish you!”

Li Ping’an was about to lift his foot.

“Stop.”

A deep voice came from above, and the gray-robed elder at the highest point held a longsword in his hand.

“New god, don’t be reckless, or I will destroy your divine body and soul.”

No sooner had the gray-robed elder’s voice fallen than purplish-black divine thunder exploded from the sky.

Li Ping’an chuckled lightly.

The next moment, he opened his right hand, gently clenched his fist, and the remaining five gods along with their grand witchcraft priests exploded simultaneously.

Li Ping’an looked up, squinting slightly.

The elder in the gray robe showed an angry expression, pointed the sword at Li Ping’an, and countless thunderbolts crashed down upon Li Ping’an!

Li Ping’an’s form stood steadfast, facing the thunderbolts directly.

The Xuantian Tower gently rotated above his Spirit Platform battle form, and hundreds of thunderbolts converged a hundred yards from Li Ping’an’s side.

The gods and mortals above and below could only see these thunderbolts seemingly avoiding the figure of the Great Deity Guiling.

And in the next instant, the Great Deity Guiling raised his hand, virtually grasping, and a yet-to-dissipate divine thunder solidified, contracted, transforming into a purplish-black spear.

Li Ping’an’s form shot skyward, using the human race combat skills learned from Lady Ba, his body turning into dozens of phantoms, like a torrent charging against the gods, directly targeting the gray-robed elder!

This strike fully displayed the majesty of the Da Luo battle form!