Chapter 659: Chapter 659: Majesty
So it’s your sister, huh!
Hearing Camilla’s words, Vidyan personally stepped forward and struck him down.
At this moment, God King Odin, instead of questioning Wu Ding earlier, now turned to ask himself—what was the meaning of this?
Had he wanted to tell Wu Ding that in his heart, there was only one month’s worth of God King Wu?
Wasn’t it Odin who sowed discontent toward Bida?
Most importantly, the very thought of Yang Chuan made Camilla even angrier.
Camilla’s arrival in China had obtained his approval, yet at this moment, Beijing seemed long-forgotten!
But now, with God King Odin directly ahead, Yang Tian Island in front, all Camilla could do was glare at Carla.
Though not well-connected and with little understanding of the situation at hand, Camilla asked countless times but said furiously: "Things are no longer the same... Aren’t you here to help me slaughter that bastard Yang Chuan, that ant of a golden stripe? Not only did he break both my legs and an arm, but he also dares hinder the grand tasks assigned to me, desecrating your majesty—this is nothing short of a heinous drama."
Smack!
Camilla’s voice, just rising, was suddenly silenced as Rain finally lost patience. A sharp slap resounded; it struck Camilla’s face with precision, sending him crashing backward against a weighty pillar. His rage faltered, turning instead into a tirade of insults: "How dare you show your face! Even your mother left no mark here—do you even know who you are?"
"Ah... Who? Is this not a black dog and an ant? Victoria, what’s wrong with you? Did I... did I do something wrong? Why are you so furious?" Camilla clutched his cheek, aggrieved, and asked.
Vidor resumed speaking after hearing this.
But by this time, Wu Ding had already stepped forward, apologizing profusely to Yang Chuan, and then turned back to question Camilla. "Are you Camilla?"
"Yes... yes, Lord Shen King, I..."
Before Camilla could finish, Odin interjected, and Camilla immediately answered reverently.
But he dared not finish his words. "Who gave you the audacity to commit offenses against the teachers of the world’s mythologies? Do you intend to mock the ancestors of Northern Europe?"
Mocking the mythological world? The Nordic Palace utterly obliterated.
Upon hearing these words, a tremendous weight descended upon Camilla’s spirit. Panicking, he immediately said: "Lord Shen King, you... what on earth are you saying?"
"What nonsense have you uttered?" Wu Ding responded furiously. "Do you even know who Mr. Li Yang is? This is a man who ascended Mount Olympus and slew Jacks, a mythic god in this world! And you dared to compare Mr. Yang to ants? You must truly wish for death!"
"A single man ascending Mount Olympus? The spirit of the God King Dis? Impossible..."
At those words, Camilla froze entirely, petrified!
He instinctively wanted to argue, claiming it must be some mistake.
But upon seeing Odin’s stern expression, Vidor’s reproachful grimace, and the reverent demeanor of the gods toward Yang Chuan just ahead, Camilla immediately realized he was in grave trouble!
If he weren’t mistaken, had he not offended an entity even more terrifying than God King Odin?
Right then, Yang Chuan cast his gaze faintly over the Nordic Imperial Palace ahead. "Are you all any different?"
Hearing these words, Rain quickly approached Yang Chuan, bowing humbly. "Mr. Yang, it’s me! Is there anything you require?"
He watched Rain cautiously and solemnly.
To Vidor, this level of reverence and trepidation was extremely unsettling.
After all, as a deity of the Nordic Palace, who could compel such submissive deference?
But then thoughts turned to Zeus, who died at the hands of Zeus himself, and suddenly his hair stood on end.
Meanwhile, Yang Chuan silently gazed toward the ocean with a faint smile. "It’s nothing. I simply find it amusing that Camilla, who in the past could be flicked away like an ant, now dares..."
Thump!
Before the words even finished, Uncle Bill collapsed in terror, his legs giving out beneath him as he fell to his knees.
A sight to behold.
How could he possibly know?
Yang Chuan, who could casually pinch and obliterate Jes with a flick of his finger. How could such power exist?!
If he dared raise a hand, such a finger would surely crush him instead!
At this realization, waves of dread roiled in Camilla’s mind, leaving him utterly paralyzed at heart!
Behind Vidor, Camilla finally grasped the nature of his opponent’s vitality. In that instant, he was wholly defeated.
....
Camilla’s fate, of course, need not be elaborated upon. To appease Yang Tian, there was only one path—death!
And when he perished, all of Bill’s resentment poured onto him alone.
After Camilla died, peace returned to the hall.
However, both Odin and the other gods of the Nordic delegation began to exhibit an escalating unease.
Following Camilla’s death, Yang Chuan did not remain silent, nor did he allow them to escape responsibility.
It was after Yang Chuan left that Vidor, with trepidation, asked softly, "Why was Camilla searching for Zhenzu’s tomb?"
"This..."
Hearing Yang Chuan’s question, Willow hesitated visibly. Yet, this brief hesitation was gone in an instant.
Under the looming shadow of Yang Tian’s incredible power, even Shen King Wu Ding showed utmost humility. Who would dare speak falsely? "In truth... in truth, it was during my investigations... I discovered Zhenzu’s ancestor, descended from the red divine line of the Ancient Times! A thread of the divine relic!"
"A divine relic?"
Hearing this, Yang Chuan couldn’t help but show surprise!
How could a divine relic be traced to the red divine thread?
That belonged to the Cultivation World, not the mortal realm—it was the work of the ancients beneath the vast cosmic sky!
Yang Chuan hadn’t anticipated ties between Miss Chen’s family and such a legend. His brows furrowed as he said, "Continue!"
"Yes... yes!"
With trembling devotion, Vidor explained: "Details of the enemy’s power remain unclear, even its origins unknown! But he... he somehow obtained an incredibly potent divine blade, and slew one of the famed figures from Ancient Times with it."
The Ship Sword.
Hearing this, disbelief was Yang Chuan’s initial reaction!
After all, how could it be?
Yang Chuan himself possessed the Absolute Doctor Sword, one of the four swords seized from Lord Ming, and had comprehended the Way of Zhou Fada!
If the first sword were lost, how could his insight into the ship sword bear fruit?
Thus he responded sharply without hesitation. "Do you dare deceive me, your sovereign?"
Boom!
A cold wave emanated from Yang Chuan, and dark clouds gathered in the heavens. The oppressive aura pressed upon the Nordic Empire, forcing every god to fall to their knees, trembling helplessly!
Yang Chuan knew of Mount Olympus, yet none could touch even his single strand of hair.
Yet knowing and experiencing were entirely different matters!
Wu Ding could no longer maintain even a façade of pride; bowing directly to Bill, he cried out, "Bill, you... you still haven’t answered Mr. Yang’s question? Do you want us all dead now?"
At that moment, Yang Tian’s overpowering aura seemed to strip the air itself. Bill, utterly flustered, could only stammer incoherently: "This humble servant would never dare lie to you, my lord! I... only chanced upon this information in an ancient tome. That’s why... that’s why I dispatched men to investigate in China!"
Taking out a weathered yet proud imperial relic from his robes, he respectfully presented it to Yang Chuan.
Yang Chuan cast the object a glance—it bore complex inscriptions, the script somewhat resembling small-seal script of old.
Yet to Yang Chuan, these posed no challenge. With a mere thought, his divine perception unraveled the characters’ meanings, each inscription’s intent revealing itself fully.
"Yao Shun Tang Stone Bath Wind and Earth Mechanism?"
Yang Chuan softly recited from a line inscribed on the relic.
Yao Shun Tang—he was naturally familiar with this name, revered as one of China’s most legendary ancient sages, their fame eternal!
But what was this "Shunyu Tang"? No record of this term had appeared in Yang Chuan’s studies from the past.
Although a seed of doubt sprouted within him, Yang Chuan pressed on, diving deeper into the relic’s mysteries.
Before long, he finally discerned it—this relic seemed to echo fragments from the past, tethered deeply to the lore of the Ancient Period itself.