I Pick up a Lost Godhood

Wang Meng smiled. In truth, he was letting out a huge sigh of relief. At last, he could fight without holding back.

"Then let me witness the power of a king of the Demon Race."

Wang Meng spoke. Although Zhang Xiaojiang had made it into the top eight, he could no longer fight. Whoever drew his name would clearly get a lucky break. But this was no loss for the Holy Hall. A Wang Meng with no one to worry about was the most terrifying opponent of all.

The Mengg Lord also keenly sensed the signal Wang Meng was giving off.

His body tensed. A knife-like glint flashed in the Mengg Lord’s eyes as he let out a low roar.

BOOM...

An aura like a tornado erupted, shooting toward the heavens and dyeing the sky red.

It was a powerful presence, unlike anything he had ever experienced before. It was similar to the Dragon Race’s Dragon Power, yet completely different. In terms of sheer level, it was by no means inferior to Dragon Power—it might even surpass it.

This was the Demon Race’s ultimate aura, something only those with the bloodline of a Great Demon could achieve—Fighting Kill!

A tyrannical challenge that sprang from the very soul, one the Demon Race only unleashed upon meeting an opponent they deemed worthy!

It was a sign of both acknowledgment and power.

Combined with the Mengg Lord’s colossal frame, this roaring pressure bore down on Wang Meng!

Dragon Power was primarily for suppression, forcing an opponent to submit.

But Fighting Kill was different. Originating from the ancient Great Demons, it was all about provocation, stimulation, and annihilation!

Under the pressure of Fighting Kill, submission was not the goal. They sought to draw out their opponent’s greatest strength, for only by facing it could they become stronger.

Such was the nature of the Demon Race.

Failing to withstand Fighting Kill meant one’s soul would shatter.

A red wave of energy surged toward Wang Meng. All this time, throughout the Battle of the Other Shore, Wang Meng had been waiting. Now, his dream was finally about to begin.

Why practice Cultivation? Why enter the Holy Hall?

Because he craved strength and yearned for battle!

He didn’t seek immortality, only a life that burned bright and glorious!

BOOM...

A Giant Dragon coiled and soared into the sky, its golden light illuminating the heavens.

The Dragon Emperor Holy Statue!

That colossal, radiant form, that aura of one who looked down upon the entire world—it was unmistakably the Dragon Emperor Holy Statue!

VMMMM...

The golden aura and the red aura collided violently.

In ancient times, only the Dragon Power of the Dragon Emperor’s lineage could contend with a Great Demon’s Fighting Kill.

The Sect Leaders present instinctively glanced at the Dragon Emperor. One had to remember that he had denied Wang Meng’s identity not long ago. Yet, even after seeing such a domineering Dragon Emperor Holy Statue, the Dragon Emperor’s expression remained unchanged.

But on the Dueling Platform, Wang Meng and the Mengg Lord had already locked horns.

The Mengg Lord’s eyes filled with interest. ’Now *this* is a satisfying opponent.’

’I haven’t gotten to Linglong yet, but using Wang Meng to knock the Dragon Race’s pride down a notch will do just fine. Fighting Kill is superior, after all.’

With a thunderous step, he threw a punch as smooth as flowing water. The space around it instantly seemed to freeze, as if denting inward, and then a roaring fist of power shot across the distance.

It was a silent display of might. When had any of the Cultivators ever seen an attack like this?

It was a punch that would make all Power Cultivators want to hide in shame.

Dangtian, wielder of the Power Divine Transformation, was practically green with envy. Having a profound understanding of strength himself, he knew exactly how much power that punch contained.

Unleashing that kind of power required a tremendously powerful physical body as a foundation; otherwise, the recoil alone would shatter one’s bones.

As a Body Cultivator, Suo Ming’s heart sank. He knew Wang Meng was strong, but as his own power had increased and his horizons broadened, he clearly understood the might of this punch. His Undying Body was still within an ordinary scope. It had been pushed past its limits by Jii Wanli’s High-Frequency Burst Attack. If he were to face the extreme power of someone like the Mengg Lord, the result would probably be even more disastrous.

What took a High-Frequency Burst Attack for Jii Wanli to achieve, the Mengg Lord had done with a single punch.

This was the power of a Demon Race physique.

A Great Demon of the Demon Race—an existence at the absolute pinnacle.

The outcome would be decided with a single punch. Could Wang Meng stop it?

Wang Meng extended his right hand... The crowd was stunned, especially those who cared about Wang Meng. Xie Tianhua and the others were startled.

Faced with the Mengg Lord’s terrifying attack, wasn’t this far too arrogant???

BOOM...

Ripples of Demon Power exploded like a hurricane, sending a tyrannical gale straight into the sky.

...That actually worked?

A punch that powerful from the Mengg Lord was casually blocked by Wang Meng.

What kind of power was this?

The Mengg Lord smiled; he wasn’t overly surprised. This had only been a probing attack. He needed to know if Wang Meng was qualified to fight him.

The intensity of his Fighting Kill didn’t stop climbing. In an instant, with a deafening BOOM, the Mengg Lord attacked. The entire Other Shore seemed to tremble from the force of his step.

VMMMM...

The Mengg Lord’s massive body appeared before Wang Meng. It was a punch that could shatter mountains, smashing down from above. Around his fist, an unimaginable power distorted space, making it look like a collapsing black hole.

BOOM...

Fist against fist!

WHOOM...

A tyrannical shockwave blasted the Dueling Platform, sending rubble flying everywhere. CR-CR-CRACK... A fissure appeared.

Wang Meng and the Mengg Lord could see the excitement in each other’s eyes. A worthy opponent was hard to come by.

WHOOSH WHOOSH...

Their bodies shot into the air at almost the same time. In mid-air, the Mengg Lord launched a series of explosive attacks, his massive frame moving with unimaginable speed.

In mid-air, one ripple of power after another exploded. Around the two combatants, amidst their incomparably ferocious exchange, black cracks began to tear through space.

Space itself was tearing!!!

ROAR~~~~~~

BOOM...

Wang Meng and the Mengg Lord met in a massive mid-air explosion. Elemental Power and Demon Power flooded the sky as Dragon Power and Fighting Kill clashed, evenly matched and unyielding.

The two fell from the sky. As they landed, the Dueling Platform roared once more.

VMMMM...

A circular wave of power burst out, causing the Pure Land to rumble, as the two became locked in a contest of pure strength.

INSANE!!!!

The Holy Hall Disciples were going crazy. The Cultivators from the other Sects were rendered speechless. What the hell? ’Isn’t this guy a Sword Cultivator???’

BOOM...

With a thunderous roar, the Mengg Lord’s surging Demon Power shot into the sky. The clash of auras before had been nothing more than a test. Now, he was done playing around.

The surging Demon Power formed a massive projection: a giant golden god, clad in gleaming armor, holding up the heavens with one hand.

The Sect Leaders present were shaken, while all the members of the Demon Race in attendance fell to their knees in worship.

This wasn’t a legend of Human Cultivators, but a legend of the Demon Race!

A descendant of the ancient Tai Venerable. Legend told that during the creation of the world, the gods used the Dragon Race as their aides, and the first race they created in their own image was the Tai Venerable.

In ancient times, the Tai Venerable was the leader of the demons, but their lineage was even more difficult to inherit than that of the Dragon Race.

And now, a legendary descendant of the Tai Venerable had actually appeared. This was the apex of power. No wonder he could use Fighting Kill so easily!

Meanwhile, Wang Meng’s Elemental Power also surged forth, forming a colossal Golden Dragon that dominated the heavens and the earth.

Without a doubt, in terms of their spiritual essence, these were two of the strongest, noblest, and closest existences to the divine.

RUMBLE...

It was utter mayhem. Two figures shot into the sky. As one of the noblest beings in the Cultivation Realm, the awakened Mengg Lord was the heir to the Demon Race’s legacy. He was their future master, shouldering all their glory.

He thrust out a mighty punch.

Before the power of the Tai Venerable, all Magic and techniques were illusory. In the face of Origin Power, flashy moves were pale and weak.

Before this, no one had ever imagined that the Mengg Lord’s true identity was a descendant of the Tai Venerable.

But given the nature of the Demon Race, how could anyone command their respect without such a bloodline? How could anyone make a host of proud and insolent Great Demons obey?

The process of selecting a leader within the Demon Race was even more difficult than among humans.

RUMBLE...

It was a battle that made heaven and earth tremble. And yet, facing such a terrifying enemy, Wang Meng could actually contend with him???

Was the Dragon Emperor Holy Statue really that filled with Divine Power?

His battle lust ignited, a fierce light flashed in the Mengg Lord’s eyes. He took a deep breath and let out an earth-shattering roar.

ROAR~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was an ancient summons, the majesty of a god. The roar shook the Pure Land to its core.

The already-injured spectators swayed on their feet. Ma Tian’Er quickly moved to stand before the crowd and unfurled her Tree of Life.

It was an indiscriminate attack. Many reasonably strong Cultivators were knocked unconscious on the spot. Even Thunderbolt and his group felt dizzy and had to hastily circulate their Elemental Power to resist.

He threw a punch, and the very heavens and earth shook. It was as if this single fist had absorbed the essence of all creation.

VMMMM...

BOOM...

It was a solid punch. In ancient times, a Tai Venerable at their peak possessed Divine Power and could tear open heaven and earth with their bare hands.

The Mengg Lord’s massive body was now radiant, his might pressing down upon the Pure Land and striking terror into the hearts of the thousands of Cultivators watching.

They were personally witnessing the terror of the Demon Race’s supreme sovereign.

This was power that had reached the apex of the laws, a true sovereign of strength.

It was a level far beyond what Human Body Cultivators and Power Cultivators could ever approach.

On the ground, golden light suddenly burst forth. Wang Meng slowly rose, his golden Elemental Power illuminating the heavens and the earth. Incredibly, one could see a smile on his face.

Instant Flash!

The Mengg Lord’s eyes narrowed. Wang Meng had already appeared before him.

Like a golden sun descending upon the world.

BAM... BOOM...

The Mengg Lord’s massive body was smashed into the Dueling Platform by a single punch. The platform itself exploded, breaking into two giant, floating boulders. Even the powerful Array Technique that reinforced it could not repair the damage instantly.

The entire Cultivation Realm was shaken by this battle.

At that moment, in the Great Yuan Realm and all its various Small Thousand Realms, countless Cultivators hovered before their viewing arrays.

There were young prodigies and once-rampant Demons. There were those who came to learn, and even more who came unconvinced.

But after witnessing this level of power, what did it matter if one had reached Great Perfection?

The Mengg Lord’s body slowly floated up. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, cracked his neck, and flew to face Wang Meng.

The instant the Mengg Lord steadied himself, both of them attacked simultaneously.

Radiant Illumination!

Heaven-Devouring Power!

VMMMMMMMMMM~

RUMBLE...

A vast hurricane of Elemental Power blasted outward, leaving the crowd completely dumbfounded.

This level of strength was probably enough to make it to the final duel, yet they had met in the quarterfinals. It was hard to say whether it was Wang Meng who was unlucky, or the Mengg Lord.

Wang Meng was, through and through, a Dragon Emperor Sacred Body. To be able to wield such power and possess such a formidable physique clearly meant the Holy Statue had permeated his being and his body had awakened. It was impossible to understand why the Dragon Emperor would deny it.

But if it weren’t for the Dragon Emperor Holy Statue, it would be absolutely impossible for him to contend with a descendant of the Tai Venerable.

The two were blasted hundreds of meters apart by the violent force. Having encountered such stubborn resistance, the Mengg Lord’s Fighting Kill was not obstructed in the least; instead, it began to climb with wild abandon.

Fighting Kill was an aura that grew stronger when faced with a powerful opponent, while Wang Meng’s Dragon Emperor Holy Statue remained as calm and solemn as ever.

This, too, was the disposition of the Dragon Race.

With a roar, the Mengg Lord’s massive body shot toward Wang Meng like a fiery red meteor. In an instant, that world-destroying power had arrived before him.

The Tai Venerable, the supreme sovereign of all power. Even the Dragon Race could only bow their heads before the power of a Tai Venerable.

A fist to dominate the world!

Wang Meng’s strength only stimulated the Mengg Lord’s power further. A power vacuum formed around the projection of the Tai Venerable. As he threw the punch, it seemed as if all things in heaven and earth were converging on his fist.

This was a powerful gravitational force—the Power of Laws!

The Power of Laws governing strength; the existence of all things originates from gravity. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for it. Your support is my greatest motivation.)