Xing Tie: Wait a minute! How come Weng Xing has two saviors?

His robes fluttered in the fierce wind, like a battle flag waving for a sacred conquest.

His gaze was piercing, penetrating the clouds and looking down at the ever-writhing and expanding black tide below—it was like a festering, blood-stained wound on the face of the earth, desecrating the entire landscape.

He could feel a deep and ancient lament emanating from the depths of the earth.

That was not a sound, but a tremor, the silent wail of the "Earth" Titan under the erosion of the Black Tide.

"I will bring you liberation," Bai Mo murmured to himself. It was not just a promise, but a vow.

The moment the words fell—

Triple authority, bestowed upon one person!

The "law" alters reality, vectors bow down to his will, and the laws make way for him;

The sky heeded the call, the atmosphere was pushed aside, resistance was eliminated, and the vacuum became its passage;

The earth responded to his prayer, its gravity like a suit of armor weighing billions of tons, transforming him into a malevolent star on earth—

A deafening sonic boom erupted high in the sky as Bai Mo swooped down, tearing through the clouds like a meteorite.

Wherever he passed, the air wailed, the cloud vortexes collapsed, and the vacuum behind him was mended, as if the sky itself had been torn open by him with a scar that would heal in an instant.

Then, he stomped down.

That was no ordinary stomp, but a strike imbued with authority and will.

The entire continent seemed to have been cleaved in two by a god wielding a giant blade. A fissure thousands of meters long suddenly appeared, rocks collapsed, and ley lines fractured, but this destructive power did not spread unchecked.

Instead, it reshapes and re-compresses the broken earth—like an invisible giant hand mercifully and decisively kneading clay.

In the deepest part of that newly formed abyss, a colossal creature finally revealed itself.

Earth dragon? No—that's the "Earth" Titan.

His body was like a sleeping mountain, covered with layers of rock that had been crystallized over millennia, as lustrous as diamonds.

But beneath that magnificent crystal, a black tide, as dark as filthy blood, was writhing and eroding, like billions of maggots, turning the immortal gods into prisoners of torment and despair.

He hadn't even had a chance to fully awaken.

Bai Mo's foot, carrying the momentum of the falling sky and the weight of the earth, slammed down on Titan's head!

The canyon collapsed once again, with billions of rocks falling like a torrential rain, and dust billowing into the sky, turning into a hazy yellow curtain that stretched from the heavens to the earth.

Without a moment's pause.

A long spear suddenly appeared in Bai Mo's hand—the spear shaft was wrapped with violent kinetic energy, which was the glorious legacy of the Yang Lei Knight.

The tip of the spear gleamed with the pure white light of the "Oath of Healing," a compassion that embodies both healing and cessation.

A spear thrust straight in, like a white rainbow piercing the sun, aimed at Titan's tightly closed eyelids!

But a Titan is still a Titan.

Even under the dual torment of the Black Tide's erosion and its sudden attacks, its instinct to protect itself remains terrifying.

At the critical moment, countless rock crystals suddenly condensed, layer upon layer blocking the gun, like an absolute shield born of the earth itself.

Bai Mo's spear tip pierced three inches, but could not go any further.

Chapter 158 Slaying the "Earth" Titan

A cold smile curled at the corner of Bai Mo's lips.

He never expected that this shot would kill a god.

What he wants is to push things forward!

"boom--!!!"

The immense kinetic energy erupted completely, like the sky collapsing or the Milky Way pouring in from above.

That wasn't piercing, it was pushing forward!

It felt as if the weight of the entire sky had crashed down, pushing the Titan-like body backward!

He plowed backwards along the rift carved out by Bai Mo, rocks crumbling, the earth shaking, as if the whole world trembled in his retreat. He continued until he reached the very end of the rift—

Another figure, like a bolt of lightning cleaving through chaos, suddenly landed!

The longsword "Dawn's Invasion" in his hand was already brimming with the sharpness to cleave mountains. With a flash of sword light, time and space seemed to freeze, and only that extremely sharp arc accurately struck the Titan's neck!

The sound of metal clashing against metal was deafening, and the sparks that flew out were like stars exploding.

The blade of dawn only managed to cut a few feet into the divine scales, and golden divine blood seeped out slightly, but it healed at a visible speed under the frenzied nourishment of the surrounding earth's authority.

Titan cried out in pain, letting out a roar that shook the universe. The sound was filled with an overwhelming rage of blasphemy. He suddenly opened his eyes—the divine radiance was gone, replaced only by a boiling, churning black tide!

But just as He raised His head...

Bai E and Bai Mo gaze at each other across the distance.

No words are needed; our hearts are already connected.

The Gate of a Hundred Realms burst open, and Bai Mo stepped out of time and space, arriving at the sides of the Titan's head at the same time as Bai E. The two of them gripped the giant horn that seemed to be able to support the heavens and the earth.

"rise--!!!"

The two roared in unison, their muscles bulging and veins roaring like dragons, unleashing a tremendous power capable of overturning the world.

That dragon-shaped divine body, hundreds of meters long and as heavy as a mountain, was forcibly and completely pulled out of Mother Earth's embrace and cage!

Countless stones and earth fell from His body like sorrowful tears.

For the first time, He completely left the earth that had conceived Him and imprisoned Him.

The Gate of a Hundred Realms opened again, like the gaping maw of the heavens, swallowing Titan whole and hurling it into the boundless sky!

“The ‘Earth’ Titan…” Bai Mo looked up at the sky, his gaze like a cold blade slicing through the heavens, “They should go and kill in the sky.”

The next moment, all power was unleashed, and all things obeyed its command!

The "ocean" swept up all the water vapor within a radius of dozens of miles, and a magnificent, suspended sea suddenly appeared under the sky, with raging waves reflecting the sky.

The "sky" summoned a raging eye of the storm, with thunderclouds swirling and roaring like billions of giant dragons, and lightning dancing wildly.

The "gateway" opened and closed and flickered in the air, with countless spatial portals arrayed like stars, disrupting space and time.

"Romance" weaves countless glittering golden threads, converging into a path of war gods that stretches from the human world to the heavens, paving the way for conquest and glory.

The Titan struggled and roared wildly in the sky, trying to break free of its restraints and return to the earth.

But each impact was cleverly redirected by the mysterious path, mercilessly torn apart by the raging winds and thunder, and repeatedly washed and impacted by the vast suspended sea.

Bai Mo and Bai E tread the golden path, ascending step by step to the heavens, as if defying the heavens.

Each strike was a cataclysmic attack, with storms and giant waves surging according to their will, and space folding according to their intentions.

The rock crystals were constantly crumbling, the black tide was violently evaporating, and golden divine blood was falling like a torrential rain.

They fought their way to the highest point of the sky—the summit of Onpharos, an absolute territory that even the "Earth" Titans had never touched.

At the moment of impending doom.

It seemed as if it had finally broken free from the corrosive influence of the black tide, lowered its massive head, and looked down at the world below, which it had tormented and riddled with holes.

In the instant the black tide receded, a fleeting moment of clarity, belonging to an ancient deity, appeared in His eyes.

That was the last glimmer of light from the "earth".

There was no wavering in Bai Mo's eyes, only resolute compassion.

The Gate of a Hundred Realms opened for the last time, and a giant blade, seemingly embodying all the conflicts and wars in the world, slowly emerged—the blade of "Conflict".

It fell, with the resolute force of judgment.

It pierces in, carrying the mission of ending.

It pierced through, unleashing a light that tore apart the divine core.

It beheaded the Titan!

The agonizing screams finally subsided.

The golden divine blood, like a warm and torrential rain, gently sprinkled across the entire Onpharos.

That is the blood of God, and also the life force that brings all things back to life.

Where the rain falls, scorched earth is reborn with greenery, withered trees sprout new buds, and tender new shoots bloom amidst the ruins—something never seen before.

In a daze, all the surviving sons of man on earth seemed to hear a distant, deep, yet relieved sigh.

That was the earth's sigh of finally finding peace.

In a corner of the hall, two city-state representatives, dressed in luxurious clothes but unable to conceal their anxiety and calculation, were talking in hushed tones, the pure gems on their fingers reflecting their uneasy faces.

"What is Caesar up to this time? Suddenly convening a citizens' assembly... My hometown can't withstand any more turmoil."

A bloated, fat city-state representative complained in a low voice, his silk robes seemingly dulled by his agitation.

"Your hometown? I remember it's a famous grain-producing region, isn't it? How could it be so vulnerable?" A tall, thin, and shrewd city-state representative asked, his tone tinged with a hint of probing.

“A major grain-producing region? Hmph!” The fat representative seemed to have been hit where it hurt, and the fat on his face twitched. “Just because of that hateful Black Tide creation!”

The thousands of acres of fertile land outside the city, poised for harvest, were ravaged overnight by monsters that appeared out of nowhere! A complete crop failure! Do you know how many Liheng coins I lost?!

His voice was sharp with heartache, then he suddenly lowered it, "What's even more infuriating is that my agricultural instructor, whom I promoted from among those peasants, is a complete idiot! At this critical juncture, he actually said he wanted to open the granaries and distribute grain to relieve those lowly people!"

"Huh?" The tall, thin representative let out an exaggerated sneer. "Those born into the lowest social class really do have such limited vision! Doesn't he know that this is precisely the time to hold onto the granaries tightly, wait for grain prices to skyrocket, and then reap the last bit of profit from those lowly people? This is a golden opportunity to make a fortune!"

"Who says otherwise!" the fat representative spat angrily. "I sent him packing on the spot! But guess what? That fool dared to incite a bunch of starving bastards to storm my private granary! They've gone too far!"

"Oh? It's gotten this far?" A hint of wariness flashed in the tall, thin representative's eyes. "How did you resolve this? You didn't leave any lasting problems, did you?"

Chapter 159 Keludela: I now request a resolution. Alright, the resolution is now passed.

"Heh," the fat representative snorted smugly, a sly glint in his small eyes, "I can't be bothered with those peasants. Why not just push all the blame onto that high and mighty tyrant?"

I declared publicly that His Majesty Caesar had forcibly requisitioned all our grain reserves as military rations in preparation for his so-called 'grand campaign'! How about that? That reason is impeccable, isn't it?"

"Are you crazy?!" The tall, thin representative was startled and instinctively looked around. "Aren't you afraid that tyrant... uh, His Majesty Caesar will find out? She's not a good-tempered person."

"What's there to be afraid of? Look, there's still a group of city-state representatives who haven't even arrived yet. Even if there's going to be a purge, it won't be our turn." The fat representative waved his hand dismissively.

"Besides, there are Black Tide creations everywhere now. No matter how far her reach is, she can't get to me anytime soon. Communication is almost cut off..."

"Moreover," he glanced meaningfully at his companion, "...can you honestly say that you've never used that tyrant's name to do anything... convenient for yourself?"

"I... I certainly didn't! I am forever loyal to Lord Caesar!" The tall, thin representative immediately straightened his back and retorted, but his eyes involuntarily darted away, and his voice lacked confidence.

"Heh... a coward who dares to do something but not admit it." The fat representative sneered disdainfully, and was about to say something more when his companion suddenly tugged at his sleeve.

"Alright, alright, stop talking!" The tall, thin representative nervously gestured for him to look at the makeshift platform in front of him. "Look, Lord Caesar is coming up on stage."

"Distinguished delegates—"

Krystal's voice wasn't loud, but it was like a blade tempered in ice, cutting straight through the noisy air.

She stood on the high platform, her gaze slowly sweeping across the venue, taking in every face and every evasive glance.

People arrived sparsely, with more empty seats than people.

She sneered inwardly, but her face remained as calm as a deep pool.

"It seems that almost everyone who could come has arrived. Those who didn't come... probably won't come either."

She paused briefly, letting the silent pressure build up in the spacious hall.

The glow cast by the flames in the square illuminated both the suspended dust particles and the fine beads of sweat that appeared on the foreheads.

“Now I have gathered you here not for lengthy debates, nor for endless haggling.”

Her voice suddenly rose, striking the walls with crystal clarity and echoing in everyone's ears.

"This is simply to announce to you—the journey to conquer the 'Earth' Titans is about to begin."

With a loud "boom," it was as if an invisible bomb had exploded in the center of the venue.

After a brief silence, a deafening roar erupted.

People sprang to their feet, their voices sharp and chaotic. They argued about the number of troops to be deployed, the apportionment of military expenses, and panicked about the depletion of supplies and provisions...

Every syllable of theirs was steeped in calculated pragmatism, and every word they uttered was a weighing of the gains and losses of their own city-state.