The Four God-Tier Experts

When Robert first encountered Leian in the Youquan Mountain Range, he had just reached the mental power of a Level 9 Grand Magus and had only just begun to grasp the momentum of heaven and earth.

At that time, Robert's plan was to return and go into seclusion to break through to the Saint Realm, but on his way back, he happened to witness Margaret challenging the Tyrannosaurus Demos.

Afterward, when he saw Margaret hand over the Goddess Token, a thought took root in Robert's mind.

His challenge to Leian was not just to obtain the Goddess Token; he had another goal, which was to use Leian, a genius, as a stepping stone to fame.

In the end, he never imagined that he would fail to gain anything and instead lose his own standing; his dual cultivation of magic and martial arts suffered a crushing defeat, and he ended up bolstering Leian's reputation instead.

Since then, although Robert had managed to save face through his dual cultivation and his rapid breakthrough to the Saint Realm, defeating Leian had become an obsession in his heart—a hurdle he absolutely had to overcome.

To that end, he specifically challenged another genius Saint Realm expert to snatch a Goddess Token, all with the goal of defeating Leian in front of the many Saint Realm powerhouses during the competition for the Goddess's Named Disciple, thereby washing away his past shame.

However, Robert had underestimated his own obsession; the moment he truly saw Leian, he realized he could not wait even a second longer.

As Robert's challenge echoed out, the gathered Saint Realm experts turned their gazes toward Leian, their eyes filled with either anticipation or amusement.

Compared to Leian's low profile, Robert had challenged quite a few Saint Realm experts over the years, and those present were very clear about Robert's strength.

As early as several years ago, Robert had already reached the Great Completion in the momentum of heaven and earth, making him a genuine mid-stage Saint Realm expert.

Since Leian had become a Saint Realm expert after Robert, even if he were a genius, they assumed he was at most at the mid-stage of the Saint Realm.

In this way, the two were evenly matched; once they started fighting, it would likely be difficult to determine a winner in a short time, which they thought would be quite interesting.

As the saying goes, spectators love a good show. Leian saw the expressions of the crowd and sneered inwardly, his gaze turning icy cold as he looked toward Robert.

While Robert's talent and perseverance in maintaining dual cultivation were decent, his utilitarianism was far too heavy, and Leian disliked him from the bottom of his heart.

Of course, dislike was one thing; if the other party didn't provoke him, he wouldn't bother with them. But this person was blind to the situation and insisted on using him as a stepping stone.

Since that was the case, he couldn't be blamed for bullying the weak; after all, the dignity of a god-level powerhouse was not something any stray cat or dog could offend.

Thinking of this, Leian let out a cold snort. Without any visible movement, a black sword light the size of a finger shot out from between his brows, heading straight for Robert.

This sword light, condensed from divine power of destruction, was extremely fast and highly restrained, with not a shred of aura leaking out. Before Robert could even react, he was struck by the sword light.

Immediately, with a soft "pop," Robert's entire body turned into a cloud of powder and disintegrated.

"Hiss--"

Although this all happened in the blink of an eye, the onlookers couldn't help but gasp, the anticipation and amusement in their eyes vanishing instantly, replaced entirely by horror.

[A single sword beam wiped out a mid-stage Saint Realm expert like Robert—what kind of method is this, what kind of strength?]

Amidst the shock, a few well-informed peak Saint Realm experts had already begun to guess Leian's identity.

"You..."

As Robert's teacher, the Magic-Martial Sword Saint Cavila found it hard to accept the death of his beloved disciple for a moment. He glared at Leian with wide eyes, but just as he opened his mouth, he seemed to recall something and forcibly swallowed the rest of his words.

Just then, a stern shout came from behind:

"Presumptuous!"

The voice was cold and carried a familiar tone. The Saint Realm experts present turned their heads subconsciously to see Margaret, dressed in black robes, walking over quickly. When she reached Leian, she bowed and said:

"Lord Leian, the Goddess is waiting in the main hall. Please, follow me."

As she spoke, she stepped aside and respectfully led the way for Leian.

The Goddess's first disciple, the limit-level Saint Realm powerhouse Margaret, was actually addressing Leian as "Lord." Although the crowd found it hard to believe, they were also perfectly clear about what it implied.

By the time the two left, the crowd looked at one another, and for a moment, the scene was deathly silent.

At the same time, a thought emerged in all of their minds simultaneously:

So, the mysterious powerhouse who became a god not long ago was this Mr. Leian!

On the other side, upon seeing Margaret's attitude, the Magic-Martial Sword Saint Cavila no longer held any hope, his face turning ashen.

Behind the valley

Margaret remained silent the entire way until they reached the entrance of the black palace, where she finally bowed and said:

"Lord Leian, please!"

Leian nodded slightly and stepped into the hall.

Inside the grand hall, the four god-level powerhouses remained in the same sitting positions and locations Leian had seen earlier with his divine sense.

Among them, the Goddess of Dark Night sat cross-legged at the head, the Elven King and the Elven Goddess sat side-by-side on the left, and the middle-aged man in armor sat alone on the right.

They seemed to have been waiting for a long time. As soon as Leian entered the hall, he saw the four of them cast their gazes toward him, unabashedly sizing him up.

Seeing this, Leian also observed the four of them in return.

The Goddess of Dark Night had a cold expression, giving off a "keep away" vibe.

The Elven Goddess had a kind face, with a faint smile always lingering in her eyes, making one feel naturally inclined to be close to her.

The Elven King had an easygoing demeanor, and sitting with the Elven Goddess, his temperament was no less impressive.

The middle-aged man in armor stood tall and upright, looking every bit like a general of an empire. As Leian looked at him, he became even more certain that the other party was the Yulan War God.

While pondering, Leian took the initiative to speak:

"Leian greets you all!"

As his voice fell, the middle-aged man in armor replied with a smile:

"Leian, I know you. Becoming a god within a hundred years—remarkable!"

As he spoke, he pointed to the seat beside him, inviting Leian to sit down.

Seeing this, Leian did not refuse; he followed the example of the four people before him and sat cross-legged in the seat below the armored man with ease.

Once Leian was seated, the armored man continued:

"My name is Andrew, known as the Yulan War God. I became a god through the Laws of Fire. I imagine you must have heard of me, Leian."

It really was him!

Leian's heart stirred, and he said with a smile:

"So it is Mr. Andrew. I have long admired the great name of the War God."

Upon hearing this, Andrew burst into hearty laughter. "Leian, I heard you became a god through the Destruction Rule. How about it? Would you like to spar with me when you have the time?"

"I would be honored!"

Leian did not hesitate in the slightest and agreed immediately.

This straightforwardness seemed to suit Andrew's taste, and the latter immediately became much more cordial.

Just then, the Elven King opposite them smiled and said: "It seems that with Mr. Leian becoming a god, you, Andrew, have gained the most."

This was the first time the Elven King had spoken, and Leian instinctively looked over. Seeing this, the Elven King took the initiative to explain to Leian.

As the saying goes, one might give a wrong name, but never a wrong title. This fellow Andrew was truly worthy of the title War God, as he loved challenging others above all else.

Ever since he became a god, the god-level powerhouses of the entire plane would receive his invitations to battle from time to time.

At first, everyone was enthusiastic, but after so many years of sparring, they had long since come to know each other's abilities like the back of their hands. Continuing to spar offered neither gains nor amusement, yet this fellow Andrew never grew tired of it, which gave them all a headache.

Talking about these interesting anecdotes, Leian gradually became familiar with Andrew and the other three, and accordingly, learned their names.

For instance, the Elven King was named Kyle, a low-god of the Water Laws, while the Elven Goddess was named Lia, who also became a god through the Rules, specifically a low-god of the Life Rule.

The Goddess of Dark Night was named Jiadeliya, who became a god through the Laws of Darkness.

Among the four, the Elven King and the Elven Goddess were the oldest, having been gods for over seventy thousand years, while Andrew was the next oldest, at about forty thousand years.

The Goddess of Dark Night was the youngest, having been a god for less than thirty thousand years. Furthermore, she was not the first Goddess of Dark Night; before her, there had been a total of seven Goddesses of Dark Night, all of whom had already left this plane.