MMORPG: War God, You are Invincible Again
Chapter 484 - 238: Fists Make Sense

Chapter 484: Chapter 238: Fists Make Sense

In ordinary circumstances, the Temple Masters wouldn’t dare step foot outside their own Divine Paths easily, as these Divine Path trials have been passed down since the Era of the Gods. Each Divine Path trial is a super Divine Artifact meticulously crafted by the ancient temples. Within their arranged Divine Paths, the Temple Masters have complete control over these artifacts. Once such artifacts are activated, the power they unleash is untouchable.

For instance, the strength god’s Temple Master, Lu Hong, now wears the Nine Bead Ring on his wrist, known as the Ten-Direction Annihilation. With the amplification of the ten beads, even an ordinary person can possess the power to obliterate a lesser Heavenly God.

Regrettably, due to an internal rebellion in the early years, the most precious tenth bead was lost to the world. Successive Temple Masters of the strength god’s temple have exhausted their efforts in searching, but still to no avail.

Once, the strength god’s temple firmly outweighed the current number one temple, the Golden Temple. However, the loss of the tenth bead caused their status to plummet abruptly, degrading them to what they are today.

Regardless, even with an incomplete Divine Artifact, Meng Hong, when fighting on his home ground, showed no weakness against any other Temple Master. Instead, he could use the power of the Divine Artifact to assert dominance over his opponents.

As Meng Hong’s iron fist relentlessly descended, the three Temple Masters felt an unprecedented pressure. This blow could be on par with that of a Heavenly God Realm.

Even if they resisted with practiced maneuvers, they would likely be seriously injured.

Although Meng Hong knew he could not kill these three men, he still chose to strike with full force, forcing the real masterminds behind these Temple Masters to reveal themselves.

Since these Temple Masters had reached a covert agreement with each other, only by demonstrating strength could he disrupt their alliance. If the Golden Temple’s Master refused to show himself, these three would undoubtedly be severely wounded. Afterwards, they would harbor resentment toward the Golden Temple’s Master, feeling used as pawns.

If the Golden Temple’s Master intervened to assist, then Meng Hong could seize the opportunity to injure him, which could also derail the opponent’s plans, buying time for the strength god’s temple to survive.

Either way, Meng Hong would not lose. It was now up to the Golden Temple’s Master to make his choice!

As Meng Hong’s fist descended, the three Temple Masters struggled to resist, even desperately calling for their Divine Artifacts from their own Divine Paths far away. However, the artifacts could not be mobilized outside of their Divine Path trials.

Surrounded by the nine divine beads, the fist seemed to encapsulate a world, crushing the three and leaving them gasping for air.

It was at this moment that the Golden Temple’s Master finally grew restless. It had not been easy to persuade the other temples to unite against the strength god’s temple. If their alliance was broken, the long-cherished plan to destroy the strength god’s temple completely would also be thwarted.

As a golden ray of light flashed across the sky, Meng Hong’s lips curled into a cold smile: You really did come after all.

Meng Hong, who had already made up his mind, redirected his punch. The strike, infused with the power to annihilate worlds, suddenly exploded towards the Golden Temple’s Master.

The face of the Golden Temple’s Master showed not a hint of panic. Seeing through Meng Hong’s intentions, he promptly stimulated his inner strength, and a golden pillar of light soared into the sky.

"Divine Might! The Holy Arrival!"

Behind the Golden Temple’s Master, a pure gold scepter slowly rose, and as the power of Holy Light continued to pour in, a silhouette of a Heavenly God condensed in the sky.

This silhouette was also a Heavenly God of the Holy Light lineage, extraordinary in strength.

Immensely huge, it occupied half the sky.

In the blink of an eye, the Heavenly God’s silhouette, awakened by the Holy Light, suddenly opened its eyes.

Lu Hong gazed into the eyes of the Heavenly God, as if seeing a world of gold, his expression momentarily entranced, on the verge of falling into it.

Fortunately, Aragon knew full well the potency of his father’s skills and slapped Lu Hong’s face without hesitation, "Stop staring! Snap out of it!"

Roused from his infatuation with the golden ocean by the pain, Lu Hong woke up to a cold sweat covering his body. If not for Aragon’s assistance, he might have completely lost himself in it, becoming nothing but a soulless puppet.

"Thanks, second brother," Lu Hong said, slightly shaken, and immediately turned his attention away from the imminent clash of skills.

Meanwhile, Lin Chaotian, who was protecting the three, showed a look of regret. Augustus had not taken the initiative to watch. If Lu Hong could have been incapacitated, it would be considered wiping out a potential figure of the strength god’s temple. Although not the number one prospect, it would still be worthwhile.

After lingering on Lu Hong for a moment, Lin Chaotian raised his head to watch the collision of two great powers in the sky.

Within an instant, the sky lost its color, and the intense fluctuations swept across the entire path of the strength god’s temple.

Fortunately, Meng Hong was well prepared. A milky halo surged from the ground of the God Realm, blocking all the shockwaves from the explosion. Otherwise, the entire God Realm would have been completely destroyed by the clash between the two sides.

The massive sound of the explosion left everyone present temporarily deaf, and the violent Magic Power whipped up a huge tornado, mercilessly devouring everything it touched.

Even with the Golden Temple’s Hall Master prepared, he could not emerge unscathed from Meng Hong’s full-powered strike. The summoned Heavenly God phantom shattered inch by inch under the impact until it completely collapsed, and the Hall Master couldn’t help but clutch his chest, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

In contrast, Meng Hong was completely unharmed, his gaze sharp as a knife, fixated on the Golden Temple’s Hall Master in the distance. The Nine Bead Ring trembled slightly as power gathered again, swirling around Meng Hong’s fist.

Seeing Meng Hong gearing up to attack again, Wang Liheng’s face changed drastically, and he hissed, "Meng Hong, do you really intend to keep attacking? Have you forgotten the rules that the Thirteen God Temples once established?!"

"Hmph!" Meng Hong scoffed, glancing at the three Hall Masters who had already panicked: "I only agreed to you all, but to those who suddenly intrude into my God Realm without permission, I do not have the patience. If we don’t put an end to this, outsiders will continue to treat my God Realm as an open brothel, coming and going as they please?"

Qi Anshui took a deep breath and bowed with clasped hands toward Meng Hong, "Hall Master Meng, this is our fault. Please show mercy."

These Hall Masters truly regretted their actions. They said that the God Realm of Strength had lost its tenth bead, and its Divine Artifact’s power had greatly diminished, but they didn’t expect it to still be so strong, no wonder it could suppress one kind of God Realm during the Era of the Gods.

Moreover, they had seriously miscalculated Meng Hong’s strength. No one expected him to be so powerful that he defeated the Leaving Fire Temple’s Hall Master Weiwei on his own. The three of them were forced to show up and gained nothing but trouble. It seemed that all plans against the God Realm of Strength had to be reconsidered. After all, they couldn’t bring their Temple’s lifeblood supreme Divine Artifact when attacking the God Realm of Strength. Unless they could lure Meng Hong out of the God Realm of Strength, their plans would be impossible to fulfill.

Meng Hong paid no attention to Qi Anshui’s submission, his gaze still locked on the Golden Temple’s Hall Master.

This guy talking made sense!

"Meng Hong." The Golden Temple’s Hall Master, having caught his breath, spoke up, "I admit it was wrong of me to intrude into the God Realm of Strength today, but you know how difficult it is to proliferate the Holy Light lineage. I can’t allow anything to happen to my son; I hope you can understand a father’s feelings."

"Heh." Meng Hong let out a cold laugh; such an excuse might fool a three-year-old, but probably not even Aragon himself believed it.

Without waiting for Meng Hong to respond, the Golden Temple’s Hall Master turned to Aragon and said in a low voice, "You rebellious son! Aren’t you coming with me right now?"

With that, he activated his Magic Power, dragging Aragon away from Lu Hong’s side and left the God Realm of Strength without looking back.

The other Hall Masters, seeing the Golden Temple’s Hall Master escaping, didn’t dare to linger either.

Meng Hong did not interfere; after all, the Hall Masters had special status. If he really started killing here, he might become a criminal in the eyes of the Thirteen God Realms, facing a united resistance from the other God Realms. Then, the God Realm of Strength would face an existential crisis.

Lin Chaotian was the last to leave. Before going, he strolled over to Meng Hong with a chuckle: "Looks like you’re barely hanging on, huh?"

Meng Hong snorted coldly: "What, you want to give it a try too?"

"Me? Forget it, I’m just an old bag of bones with successors to carry on; I’m waiting to retire." Saying so, Lin Chaotian waved his hand and turned to leave.

Watching Lin Chaotian go, Meng Hong could no longer hold it together; old blood spurted from his mouth, and his youthful vigor instantly wilted. In a moment, his appearance aged from that of a man in his forties to that of an old man on the brink of death.

Lu Hong quickly ran to Meng Hong’s side, supportingly grabbing his arm: "Hall Master Meng, are you alright?"

"I’m fine," Meng Hong said, coughing up blood while waving his hand to show he was okay.

"Are you sure?" Lu Hong asked, skeptical as he watched the blood continue to spurt from Meng Hong’s mouth.

"Brat, do you think I am unaware of my own condition?" Meng Hong glared at Lu Hong before raising his hand, and the Nine Bead Ring scattered, transforming back into the trials and repressing the checkpoints.

Augustus also came over and suggested, "Hall Master Meng, I have some healing Magic Potions here that can stop bleeding. Want to take some?"

"Eat what?" Meng Hong spat out blood angrily: "You two better get moving and tackle those trials, especially you, Augustus. How long have you been stuck on the ninth trial? Is that boxing technique really that difficult?!"

Lu Hong and the other could not retort to Meng Hong’s swearing, so they simply turned their heads away, ignoring him.

A short while later, Meng Hong seemed to recover a bit, shaking off Lu Hong’s support as his aura once again converged.

"Alright, the God Realm of Strength needs the two of you to join. I hope you pass quickly or..." Meng Hong squinted at the sky, "leave sooner?"