bookcurios Chapter 755 Which God of Death Can I Be?
Chapter 755 Which God of Death Can I Be?
"We will use the withered World Tree as nourishment and the Stone Tablet of God as seeds to create a brand new world without decay, decay, or end on the ruins of the old world!"
Her voice echoed in the night sky, lingering for a long time.
Zhang Heng fell silent.
His expression became more serious than ever before.
The world collapsed.
The power of creation.
new world.
The three words, inexplicably linked together, point to a possibility he could not imagine at all, yet had to face.
He was completely bewildered; many details were incomprehensible, and much of the logic seemed inconsistent. But one thing he clearly sensed—
The purpose of the Temple of Creation is to accelerate the collapse of this world.
They didn't want to "save" the World Tree; rather, they wanted to use its withering to achieve some ulterior motive—to reshape the order.
They don't want to "repair" the cracks in this world; they want to tear it apart with their own hands and then build their ideal "new world" on the ruins.
“You…” Zhang Heng began slowly, his voice low and deep, as if it came from underground.
"Is there a way to enter the World Tree?"
He had to ask.
What I saw and heard in the consciousness space that day was too shocking and too bizarre. Eternity's final whisper, "The world will eventually collapse," haunted me like a nightmare.
If the Temple of Creation truly possesses the means to enter the World Tree, or even influence it...
The problem was more serious than he had imagined.
Hailan paused for a moment.
She slowly withdrew her outstretched arms, stood with her hands behind her back, and the fervent posture receded like the tide, returning her to her initial cool and composed demeanor. But she did not answer.
Only silence.
A silent, rejecting silence.
No comment.
Zhang Heng was not angry.
He simply nodded slightly, as if confirming an answer he had already anticipated.
His expression remained calm, even calmer than before—calm as a stagnant pool, without any ripples.
Because his killer move is already prepared.
From the moment he stepped out of the spatial rift, he never believed a single word the woman opposite him said.
From the moment she uttered the word "invitation," he had already been secretly plotting.
The appearance of Dorombalut is an open confrontation.
The unfolding of the two stone slabs is a display of strength.
Every conversation and every confrontation with Hailan was merely a delaying tactic.
This allows the figure lurking in the shadows to silently and imperceptibly complete its final positioning, without anyone noticing.
Zhang Heng subtly adjusted his posture, his gaze still fixed on Hailan, as if he was still processing her shocking remarks.
His voice was calm, even carrying a deliberate, as if he were seriously considering something:
"If... I joined,"
He paused, seemingly considering his words.
"So, which level of divine punishment am I?"
Hailan was clearly taken aback.
Immediately, a surprised and somewhat joyful laugh came from behind the mask:
"Hehehe—young man, has... figured it out?"
Her voice couldn't hide her joy, as if she had made an extremely worthwhile deal.
She tilted her head slightly, seemingly deep in thought, her slender fingers gently tapping her smooth chin.
"Hmm... let me think about it."
Her gaze was fixed on the night sky, as if she were having a silent conversation with some unseen being.
After a moment, she withdrew her gaze and looked solemnly at Zhang Heng: "Currently, with the death of the Fourth Divine Punishment 'Wild Vine,' the position of Fourth Divine Punishment remains vacant. If you join us—"
She paused, a hint of promise in her voice:
"The position of the Fourth Divine Punishment can be granted to you."
Her tone was confident, as if the position was already Zhang Heng's for the taking:
"After all, trainers who can control two God Stones at the same time are extremely rare."
"Looking across the entire world of trainers, you can't find many like them. I believe there are other Divine Bane..."
She emphasized her words slightly.
"There will be no objection."
Zhang Heng fell silent.
He pulled his right hand out of his pocket, slowly raised it, and placed it on his chin, as if he were thinking.
Moonlight shone on his sharply defined profile, outlining a silhouette of someone deep in thought.
His gaze was lowered, as if he were truly weighing the pros and cons and considering the gains and losses.
one second.
two seconds.
three seconds.
Then--
He raised his head.
A faint, yet chilling smile curved at the corners of his lips.
"Alright then—"
His voice was as calm as if he were saying, "The weather is nice tonight."
"You won't let me be the First Divine Punishment? You bitch! Are you trying to mess with my mentality?"
The Tenth Divine Punishment, who was in a state of frenzy, immediately went into a state of bewilderment.
Why has Zhang Heng, who is usually known for his calm demeanor, suddenly become so irritable? Is ranking really that important?
"Then go to hell!"
Zhang Heng had barely finished speaking—
Above Hylan's head, the night sky shrouded by Latias's superpower domain suddenly rippled violently, as if torn apart by an invisible giant hand!
That wasn't the elegant spatial travel of Dorombaluto, but a more brutal and primal breakthrough.
It was as if something, with the purest power, had torn a hole in that seemingly unbreakable barrier!
next moment……
A pitch-black figure crashed down from the crack!
The speed was so fast that it exceeded the limits of visual perception; Latias's all-seeing eyes only had time to slightly contract.
So fast that the blue energy shield, which was supposed to block all detection, didn't even have time to react.
It vanished silently the instant it made contact with the fist!
It wasn't shattered.
It wasn't torn apart.
Instead, it is like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun, like darkness meeting light, like all illusory defenses, which utterly vanish in the face of absolute power!
That is—the Combo-Style Martial Arts Bear Master!
From the moment he sensed a formidable enemy, Zhang Heng began making his plans. Gengar served as a substitute, while the rest of his main fighting force used Dragapult to enter a different space.
At this moment, the Martial Arts Bear Master's figure resembled a black meteor falling from the sky, its body surging with pure and extreme fighting energy.
But that energy wasn't released outwards; instead, it surged and flowed through the muscle fibers like boiling magma.
Its right fist was clenched tightly, and the tip of its fist did not even touch anything. The force of the fist alone caused the air along its path to explode under the strain!
That punch was completely unpretentious.
There are no tricks involved.
Only power—the purest, most primal, absolute power capable of crushing any defense!
What supports this power is the unique characteristic of Martial Arts Bear Master – the Invisible Fist!
In its presence, all defensive moves—Protect, Wide Guard, Max Guard, and even the blue energy shield that Latias has erected at this moment—are rendered useless!
Its fist will ignore all obstacles and go straight for the target!
Hailan suddenly looked up.
At that instant, the moonlight shone directly on her blue chaotic mask, revealing the suddenly contracted eyes behind it, filled with disbelief and horror.
The black fist, drawing ever closer, was reflected in those eyes.
And after the punch, Zhang Heng's face remained as calm as still water.
His last three words still echoed in the night wind—
"Go...to die..."