Chapter 584 The Despair of the Gods

As Fu Wu Shen knelt before Ye Ling, all the gods present were stunned, staring at Ye Ling and Fu Wu Shen with confusion, their minds blank.

Why? Why?

The gods had not truly felt Ye Ling's pressure and could not comprehend Fu Wu Shen's actions! In their eyes, Fu Wu Shen had just achieved sainthood and was at the peak of his power! Even if Ye Ling was an established saint, after killing Izanagi, he must have been severely injured and forced to hand over his saintly inheritance! In such a state, even the Emperor of the Three Realms would be no match for Fu Wu Shen! Fu Wu Shen should have been the one in control!

But… "No, impossible… why would Fu Wu Shen kneel to Ye Ling? Isn't he already a saint?" one god exclaimed in disbelief, his voice trembling, his fear deepening.

Seeing this, another god suddenly realized and said nervously, "If Ye Ling was never seriously injured, then weren't we all tricked?"

"I understand! Ye Ling deliberately threw out the saintly inheritance as bait to lure us into killing each other! The saintly inheritance absorbed by Fu Wu Shen must have Ye Ling's restrictions! We've all fallen for it!"

"If that's true… what should we do now? Escape?"

"Escape? Ye Ling is so meticulous, can we escape?"

In an instant, more and more gods realized their predicament, and the atmosphere within the barrier grew increasingly panicked. For the gods, if Fu Wu Shen could rival Ye Ling, then even if they didn't obtain the saintly inheritance, as long as they submitted to Fu Wu Shen, they could at least survive. But if all of this was Ye Ling's trick, the outcome would be entirely different!

Thinking back carefully, Susanoo's sudden invitation to snatch the saintly inheritance was suspicious enough. Moreover, Susanoo had maintained an extremely respectful attitude towards Ye Ling after descending to the mortal realm, which didn't seem like someone preparing to fight Ye Ling! Later, Ye Ling voluntarily offered the saintly inheritance, and Susanoo suddenly launched a near suicidal attack… it made no logical sense. But if all of this was considered a trap set by Ye Ling, then everything made sense! Everything Ye Ling did was to lure them in!

The gods looked at Ye Ling in terror, their eyes growing darker with despair! "From the beginning, Ye Ling wove a vast net, and he deceived all of us! He wasn't injured at all!" one god roared, finally understanding that Ye Ling had been targeting the Heavenly Plains of the mortal realm from the start! Therefore, Ye Ling was not satisfied after killing Izanagi and had to threaten Susanoo to lure them all here to be killed! Everything that had happened was a complete deception orchestrated by Ye Ling!

Realizing this, the gods' fear of Ye Ling intensified, and panic spread everywhere. Some gods, unable to bear the fear, frantically got up from the ground and rushed towards the outside of the Dragon Division base, wanting to escape. They wanted to escape Ye Ling's clutches!

"Want to escape?" Ye Ling looked at the gods who got up to flee, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. He snapped his fingers, and the barrier around the Dragon Division base lit up, enveloping the entire base. The gods who tried to escape crashed into the light screen, bombarded by powerful spiritual energy, and annihilated on the spot! The remaining gods who hadn't managed to escape stopped in their tracks, seeing their companions turn to dust, despair filling their eyes.

This was indeed a trap! Everyone was trapped here!

The gods felt fear, their bodies trembling as they stiffly looked at Ye Ling. Only then did they truly understand why Fu Wu Shen had knelt before Ye Ling! Even though Fu Wu Shen had become a saint, he couldn't escape Ye Ling's grasp. The Emperor Ye Ling, renowned throughout the Three Realms, was truly worthy of his reputation!

Fu Wu Shen could no longer care about the thoughts of the other gods. He looked at Ye Ling in terror, his strong desire to survive making him completely abandon his dignity as he kowtowed repeatedly, "Emperor… Emperor Ye Ling… please spare me, I'll do anything for you!"

"I am a saint now, whatever you command, I will do it without hesitation, even if it means going through mountains of knives and seas of fire!"

"I have value for you to exploit!"

Ever since he felt Ye Ling's pressure, Fu Wu Shen had thoroughly understood the gap between himself and Ye Ling! Even if he had become a saint, he was no match for Ye Ling! Now, Fu Wu Shen only wanted Ye Ling to let him live. He had finally absorbed the saintly inheritance and become a saint, and he didn't want to turn into a pile of mud before he could enjoy the glory and respect of the Three Realms! Although he was groveling before Ye Ling now, as long as he could get out alive, he was still a saint! In the future, the Three Realms would be his to soar in!

Fu Wu Shen thought this, not believing Ye Ling would spare him. After all, he was a saint, and he had value to be exploited!

Ye Ling looked at the kowtowing Fu Wu Shen, his amusement deepening, and asked, "Are you thinking that as long as I let you live, as a saint, you still have a bright future?"

Hearing Ye Ling's words, Fu Wu Shen trembled, looking at Ye Ling with apprehension, a bad premonition suddenly striking him. He stammered, "What… what do you want to say?"

"I just want to say, the power I lent you needs to be returned." Ye Ling smiled faintly and beckoned with a finger towards Fu Wu Shen. Soon, a large amount of demonic energy emanated from Fu Wu Shen's body! Fu Wu Shen's cultivation also began to decline at a visible rate.

"This… this…" The surrounding gods watched as Fu Wu Shen rapidly fell from the Saint realm back to the True Martial realm, their fear growing even more intense. Even the saintly inheritance was fake? The so-called saintly inheritance was a scam! The gods felt even more despair thinking about how they had just been fighting each other for a fake saintly inheritance.

"No, no… my power!" Fu Wu Shen clearly felt his power draining away, panic filling his eyes, and he cried out in dismay, "I… I am a saint… quickly return my power to me!" Fu Wu Shen begged Ye Ling, but as the demonic energy dissipated, his cultivation even dropped below True Martial, and it continued to fall! He simply couldn't accept any of this! Unfortunately, no matter how Fu Wu Shen struggled, he couldn't stop his dissipating cultivation. Soon, Fu Wu Shen became a mere mortal. His burly physique began to shrink, and his hair turned white.

Ye Ling looked at the panicked Fu Wu Shen and said with a smile, "All the power you gained before was lent to you by me. Now I'm just taking it back, along with some interest."

"You didn't really think you could break through to sainthood so quickly without paying any price, did you?"

Fu Wu Shen's pupils contracted sharply, and he became completely stunned. He stared blankly at Ye Ling and asked with a trembling voice, "You… you could have easily killed us, why did you do this?"

"Why…" Ye Ling pondered for a moment, then looked at Fu Wu Shen, narrowing his eyes and smiling, "Because crushing ants like you is too boring."

"So, I want to torment you, just as you tormented those mortals…"

Hearing Ye Ling's words, Fu Wu Shen trembled, his eyes filled with even greater fear. This monster!!! At this moment, seeing the gentle smile on Ye Ling's face, he felt as if he were looking at the most terrifying demon in the world! In the end, all the gods present were merely Ye Ling's playthings!