The slaughter continued within the Dragon Sector's base.
Ye Ling even infused some demonic energy into Fu Wu Shen to prolong his struggle, ensuring he wouldn't be slain by the gods prematurely and that the Soul Returning Spirit Crystal wouldn't fall into other hands.
Countless divine corpses plummeted from the sky, and the spiritual energy within the Dragon Sector's base became incredibly dense due to the spilled divine blood.
Some gods, witnessing the fallen bodies and Ye Ling casually eating a burger and drinking cola while watching the spectacle, finally sensed something was amiss and attempted to flee.
However, they discovered at that moment that the entire Dragon Sector's base had been sealed by a barrier, making escape impossible!
The once lofty gods had been reduced to trapped beasts, struggling endlessly within, becoming gladiators for amusement.
One god, seeing through Ye Ling's intentions, tried to warn the others. Unfortunately, the gods were already blinded by the bloodshed, treating Fu Wu Shen as the ultimate boss and completely failing to grasp Ye Ling's true objective!
Everyone had gone mad!
Divine corpses continued to fall from the sky like dumplings, crashing onto the ground and splattering blood everywhere.
The Dragon Sector's base, saturated with spiritual energy, saw abnormally vigorous growth of surrounding vegetation. Grass even sprouted from the divine corpses!
After absorbing the divine blood, these weeds transformed into spiritual herbs with immense medicinal value!
Ye Ling estimated that if he were to harvest and sell the herbs growing on the gods, he could buy a small country.
The ground littered with corpses, the thick scent of blood, and the bloodthirsty gods in the air had utterly transformed the place into hell.
Fu Wu Shen was like a tireless machine, continuously swinging his massive axe, cleaving through the attacking gods.
However, facing over a thousand deities, including several Half-Saints, Fu Wu Shen's axe even dulled, yet he had only slain less than half!
Ye Ling watched from the ground for half an hour, growing weary. He yawned, put away his food, and stood up. "It's time to end this..."
Ye Ling stretched, releasing all the demonic energy from the Soul Returning Spirit Crystal!
BOOM!!!
Fu Wu Shen suddenly felt an immense power surge through his body. He uncontrollably unleashed a terrifying aura that sent all the gods around him flying!
Discovering that he had fully absorbed the Saint's inheritance, Fu Wu Shen's eyes filled with surprise as he roared with laughter, "Hahaha! This Saint has now completely received the Saint's inheritance. All of you are mere ants!"
His laughter echoed through the air like demonic music, forcing the gods to cover their ears in agony!
"It's over!"
The gods watched Fu Wu Shen's triumphant laughter with despair, unable to accept the reality.
Fu Wu Shen had become a Saint!
Now that Fu Wu Shen had fully absorbed the Saint's inheritance and become a Saint, their continued struggle was meaningless.
Continuing would only lead to their deaths!
In that moment, despite their lingering unwillingness, the gods abandoned their attacks, descended to the ground, and knelt before Fu Wu Shen, pledging their allegiance.
Fu Wu Shen surveyed the fallen corpses and the kneeling gods, his vanity utterly satisfied. He once again roared with laughter, "From this day forth, I am no longer Fu Wu Shen. I shall be known as the Spirit Axe Saint!"
The gods dared not defy Fu Wu Shen's divine might and echoed in unison, "We pay homage to the Spirit Axe Saint!"
"Spirit Axe Saint? What a terribly uninspired name!"
At that moment, an untimely voice cut through the gods, causing them all to freeze!
"Who?" Fu Wu Shen turned at the sound and saw Ye Ling with a smile on his face. A flicker of fear flashed in his eyes, "Emperor Ye Ling?"
After all, Ye Ling was already a renowned Emperor throughout the three realms, and a being capable of slaying Saint Izanagi!
Even as a newly ascended Saint, Fu Wu Shen still harbored a degree of fear when facing Ye Ling.
However, the fear in Fu Wu Shen's eyes soon vanished, replaced by mockery towards Ye Ling.
He smiled at Ye Ling and said, "Ye Ling, do you still believe you are the renowned Emperor of the heavens?"
Ye Ling replied with a smile, "And why wouldn't I be?"
Under the gaze of the gods, Fu Wu Shen descended to the ground, walking towards Ye Ling as he taunted, "This Saint admits that you could kill Izanagi, and your strength surpasses mine!"
"But Izanagi was a Saint, and defeating him must have inflicted severe, irreversible injuries upon you, requiring time to recuperate. Otherwise, you wouldn't have willingly handed over the Saint's inheritance to this Saint, benefiting an outsider!"
"Now that we are both Saints, and you are heavily injured, what right do you have to act so arrogant in front of me?"
Fu Wu Shen approached Ye Ling, his fifteen-foot-tall frame resembling a small mountain, making Ye Ling appear incredibly diminutive!
Fu Wu Shen looked down at Ye Ling, his eyes filled with arrogance!
The surrounding gods watched the confrontation between Ye Ling and Fu Wu Shen, their eyes filled with pity for Ye Ling.
Except for those who had seen through Ye Ling's intentions and were quietly dealt with by him, all other gods believed Ye Ling was severely wounded and no match for Fu Wu Shen.
It was truly pathetic that a once lofty Emperor was now being bullied by a mere True Martial who had luckily obtained the Saint's inheritance!
What's more, if Fu Wu Shen were a bit more ruthless, he could have easily made Emperor Ye Ling perish here!
To see such a formidable figure fall so low, the gods couldn't help but sigh!
Sensing the gazes of the surrounding gods, Ye Ling merely smiled slightly, looked up at Fu Wu Shen, and said softly, "Kneel."
What?
The moment Ye Ling spoke, the entire scene fell into absolute silence!
The gods seemed to have misheard, all looking at Ye Ling in shock, believing they had misheard.
Ye Ling was actually telling Fu Wu Shen to kneel?
If it were in the past, the gods would not have found Ye Ling's action problematic.
But things were different now. Ye Ling was severely injured, unable to even protect his Saint's inheritance, yet he dared to treat a newly ascended Saint with such arrogance?
This was utterly insane!
Was he seeking death?
Fu Wu Shen's lips twitched, veins bulging on his forehead. He glared at Ye Ling, gritting his teeth, "Say that again if you dare?"
The giant axe materialized in his hand, and a powerful pressure erupted from his body, bearing down on Ye Ling!
He had just slain hundreds of gods and ascended to sainthood by overpowering them. At this moment of unparalleled glory, how could he allow Ye Ling to steal his thunder!
However, the divine pressure that Fu Wu Shen believed would crush Ye Ling felt like a gentle breeze to Ye Ling.
Ye Ling even yawned, "Is that all?"
Fu Wu Shen froze. Before he could react, he suddenly felt a pressure so immense it was beyond his comprehension bearing down on his shoulders!
He looked at Ye Ling in terror, his face filled with disbelief, unable to comprehend the pressure he felt from Ye Ling!
This, this was impossible!
Now, standing before Ye Ling, he felt like a docile kitten encountering an adult tiger!
They were simply not on the same level!
Fu Wu Shen broke out in a cold sweat, his body trembling slightly.
He wanted to retreat, but his legs felt as if they were cast in lead, completely immobile!
In front of Ye Ling, he was too terrified to move!
After yawning, Ye Ling narrowed his eyes and smiled at Fu Wu Shen, "Can you kneel now?"
"I, I..."
Fu Wu Shen looked at Ye Ling in terror. The giant axe in his hand clattered to the ground. Under the stunned gaze of the gods, he slowly knelt down before Ye Ling.
He stammered, "Emperor..."
"Spare me."