I Am King Zhou, Human Emperor!

Goddess Nüwa was, after all, the Holy Mother of Humanity. To be rejected by this Sage would not only affect one's own fortune but also bring numerous hidden dangers.

The Xuanyuan Tomb Three Demons counted as one, Nezha counted as another, and who knew what other troubles might arise later.

But how to handle this matter, or rather when to resolve it, still required an appropriate opportunity.

After all, there was no proof without evidence. His desecration of Goddess Nüwa was a fact, and simply apologizing would not quell her wrath.

Moreover, he had always harbored some doubts about what had happened in the Nüwa Temple.

Perhaps, if he could clarify the events in the Nüwa Temple, he might be able to calm Goddess Nüwa's anger.

At the same time, after he issued his decree, Zhang Guifang had already begun leading the army in an active offensive.

To be honest, although the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea seemed formidable, they were really nothing much.

First, the Seventy-Two Route Lords were already divided in their intentions. Though they had joined forces in rebellion, they still fought independently.

Second, while the Seventy-Two Route Lords appeared numerous, the human population in the North Sea region was actually very sparse.

The combined forces of the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea were not even as large as the army under Zhang Guifang's command.

Their only advantage was their familiarity with the North Sea terrain, but as Zhang Guifang commanded with calm authority, the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea found it difficult to resist.

Moreover, because of the King's orders, Zhang Guifang had to press the attack like wildfire, his army surging like a tide.

In a short time, the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea collapsed like a mountain, beaten back step by step by Zhang Guifang.

However, although the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea were retreating, the direction of their retreat was toward the North Sea itself.

With the experience from last time, Zhang Guifang couldn't help but hesitate, fearing another collapse of army morale.

But just as he hesitated, the King's orders came again, forcing him to lead the army in a relentless pursuit.

Watching the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea flee to the edge of the North Sea, with nowhere left to run, At that moment, the North Sea suddenly stirred up towering waves, and a massive figure emerged.

A familiar scene repeated itself. Not only did Zhang Guifang's expression change drastically, but the soldiers also panicked.

The North Sea Demon Race had appeared again. The oppressive pressure from the colossal creature was enough to shatter the army's morale.

Zhang Guifang's face was ashen. He didn't need to think; he could already foresee what would happen next.

The army's morale would collapse, soldiers would scatter in all directions—this would be a great rout.

"Finally showed up, but it's just a small fry," Zi Shou said.

The massive figure emerging from the North Sea was indeed a member of the Demon Race, but its strength was not particularly great.

He was no longer the same as before. He had long understood the cultivation system of the Investiture of the Gods World.

Take this demon before him, for example. Though it had stepped into the realm of Immortals, it was only an Earth Immortal.

Before and after becoming an Immortal were two completely different realms, and Earth Immortal was the first stage after achieving immortality.

To mortals, an Earth Immortal was already a divine being, capable of moving mountains and draining seas.

But to cultivators, Earth Immortal was merely the beginning, and in the Investiture of the Gods World, it was even at the bottom.

Zhang Guifang was also a cultivator, and moreover, he came from the Jiejiao Sect, but his cultivation was slightly lacking.

He had not entered the Immortal realm and stood at the peak of mortals—a level known as Human Immortal.

The appearance of a demon at the Earth Immortal level, with its enormous size, naturally brought immense pressure to ordinary soldiers.

Under normal circumstances, just like last time, the army's morale would collapse, followed by a rout like a landslide.

This wasn't a question of Zhang Guifang's ability; it was simply the situation, beyond his control.

If he could slay the demon in the North Sea, he could turn the tide, but he had no such opportunity.

Because, aside from that massive demon, other powerful demon experts had already set their sights on him.

A chilling sensation lingered in his heart, and a terrifying killing intent made his blood run cold.

Zhang Guifang was not afraid of death, but if the commander was killed in battle, the army's collapse would only accelerate.

"The worst-case scenario has come. The King was too hasty. After this defeat, the situation in the North Sea will completely deteriorate," Zhang Guifang thought to himself.

At this moment, he couldn't help but feel some resentment toward the King. If not for the King's love of grand achievements, how could he have suffered such a defeat?

Suddenly, he felt a jolt of alarm. The King was right here in the North Sea. If anything happened to him, wouldn't the Great Shang be...

Just as Zhang Guifang worried inwardly, just as countless soldiers panicked, just as the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea gloated, A voice like thunder rang out across heaven and earth, drowning out all the clamor of the battlefield.

"The Great Shang Di Xin is here! A petty demon dares to offend my Great Shang? You deserve death!"

Under everyone's gaze, a figure approached from afar, rushing swiftly to the edge of the North Sea.

Clad in Golden Chainmail, riding a Thousand-Mile Cloud Chaser—truly majestic and awe-inspiring!

The moment the figure reached the North Sea shore, he slapped his divine steed, leaped high into the air, and flew straight toward the massive demon.

The figure moved with incredible speed, reaching the demon's side in an instant, and raised a hand to strike out with a palm.

But in the eyes of the onlookers, one was a colossal being like a God or Devil, while the other was as tiny as an ant.

What is this? This is like an ant trying to shake a mighty tree!

And he even strikes out with a palm? With such a vast difference in size between the two sides, even if he lands a hit, what could it possibly accomplish?

One man charges toward a beast like a god or devil—is this a suicide run?

"Is that The King?" Zhang Guifang stared blankly, muttering to himself.

A moment ago, he had been worrying about The King, fearing that after a defeat, something might happen to him.

Who would have thought that not only was The King right by the North Sea, but he was also charging at that Demon Race creature within it?

What to do? If The King dies at the hands of the Demon Race, what will become of Great Shang?

At this thought, Zhang Guifang's heart trembled with terror. Abandoning all other concerns, he rushed toward the North Sea shore.

But in the next instant, before the stunned eyes of everyone present, that colossal figure came crashing down.

"Boom!"

That tiny figure struck out with a single palm, and the Demon Race being, like a god or devil, actually collapsed?

Just how much power was that?

At this very moment, that was the thought flashing through everyone's minds—so unbelievable, yet it had truly happened.

"The King's divine might! The King's divine might!"

Seeing such an incredible sight, Zhang Guifang was the first to react, immediately shouting at the top of his lungs, his voice ringing out across the North Sea shore.

That man is The King?

To the soldiers of Great Shang, both the scene they had just witnessed and the news they now heard were equally beyond belief.

When that roar had sounded earlier, the figure had clearly declared, "Great Shang Di Xin is here."

Who is Great Shang Di Xin? Naturally, he is their king of Great Shang!

"The King's divine might! The King's divine might!"

Cheers erupted one after another. Countless soldiers of Great Shang leaped for joy, their faces brimming with excitement.

That was their king of Great Shang! With a single palm, he had sent a Demon Race being like a god or devil crashing down!

With such divine might from Great Shang, what did they have to fear?

In an instant, the morale that had just crumbled soared once more, and the fear in their hearts was replaced by fervor.

Morale shattered? The army routed?

None of that existed!

Instead, it was the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea who now wore expressions of terror, staring fearfully toward the North Sea.

That was the king of Great Shang? How could he be so powerful?

The giant beast in the North Sea had always been the deity they worshipped, the foundation of their courage to rebel against Great Shang.

Originally, by luring the Great Shang army here, once the deity appeared, it would naturally be another great victory.

But now, the deity in their eyes had collapsed, and with it, their confidence.

"A mere mortal, relying on a strong physical body, dares to be so insolent?"

Just then, an earth-shaking roar rang out. The Demon Race being that had just fallen was rising again.

A massive head, a thick, sturdy body—upon closer inspection, it was a giant serpent stretching a thousand zhang.

The giant serpent stood within the North Sea, stirring up boundless winds and waves, truly like a god or devil.

The cheers of the Great Shang army abruptly ceased, while the Seventy-Two Route Lords of the North Sea, shedding their defeatist air, began to exult.

"A mortal? Imperial We has slain Deities before, and today Imperial We will cut down this remnant of the Demon Race!" Zi Shou said in a deep voice.

Facing a Demon Race creature at the Earth Immortal level, he had indeed not used his full strength just now, only displaying the power of his physical body.