The Golden List Reappears! Tang San's Humiliation!

How could this war possibly continue?

In stark contrast to the gloom hanging over the Allied Forces Camp, the ramparts of Jialing Pass erupted into earth-shaking cheers after a brief moment of silence.

"We won! We won!"

"The Young Mistress is mighty! The Angel God is invincible!"

"Hahaha! So much for the Sea God Tang San! Before our Angel God, he is nothing but a fragile reed!"

"May the Angel God reign for ten thousand generations and unify the continent!"

The soldiers of Martial Soul Hall screamed in a frenzy, waving their weapons and tossing their helmets into the sky.

The fear and repression they had harbored were released in this instant, transforming into unparalleled fanaticism and worship.

The more intense the pressure Tang San had brought upon them before, the more fervent their excitement was now.

Bibi Dong watched Qian Renxue return, her gaze lingering on the rusted, broken sword in her daughter's hand, her beautiful eyes swirling with complex emotions.

She stepped forward, took a long look at her daughter, and finally, her gaze settled on the leisurely figure in the distance.

In a corner of the ramparts, the noise and fanaticism seemed to be completely cut off from that spot.

Qian Ye remained reclined on his lounge chair, his posture unchanged in the slightest.

He picked up the fresh tea Bai Chenxiang had just brewed, gently blew away the foam, and took a light sip.

As the warm tea slid down his throat, he narrowed his eyes in contentment, as if the earth-shattering battle of gods that had just occurred was nothing more than an insignificant after-dinner play.

At his feet, the Three-Eyed Golden Lion rolled over, extended its pink tongue to lick its paw, and continued its nap.

"Master."

Qian Renxue walked up to Qian Ye, bowed respectfully, and offered the broken sword with both hands.

Her voice carried a trace of excitement that had yet to subside.

Qian Ye slowly opened his eyes, his gaze resting on the broken sword for a moment before shifting to Qian Renxue's face.

"How does it feel?"

His voice was as calm as water, revealing neither joy nor anger.

Qian Renxue straightened her body, her golden eyes shining with a brilliance never seen before.

"Reporting to Master, this disciple feels—better than ever!"

"This battle has made this disciple understand that even among the powers of gods, there is a world of difference. True swordsmanship does not lie in the flashiness of sword techniques, nor in the strength of divine power, but in—"

She paused, seemingly searching for the right words.

Qian Ye smiled faintly and finished her sentence.

"It lies in 'intent'."

"Your Angel Holy Sword carries the power of faith; though strong, it is shackled."

"But this broken sword is nothing at all, and therefore, it can be anything. When you wield it, you carry only your own sword intent."

Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue was struck as if by lightning. She stood frozen, savoring the weight of Qian Ye's words.

A moment later, the light in her eyes grew even brighter, and she bowed deeply to Qian Ye once more.

"This disciple has been taught!"

This bow came from the bottom of her heart, filled with sincere conviction.

Qian Ye made no comment, casually tossing the broken sword back into the pile of junk, where it landed with a soft clatter.

This supreme weapon, which had just shattered a super-divine artifact and crushed the Sea God, was treated by him as nothing more than a piece of discarded scrap metal.

This nonchalance, this demeanor of treating a divine weapon like a worn-out shoe, caused Bibi Dong's pupils to contract once again.

She found this man increasingly unfathomable.

At this moment, the cheers of the Martial Soul Hall soldiers rose up from below the ramparts once more.

"Praise the Angel God!"

"The radiance of the Angel God shall illuminate the entire continent!"

Hearing these praises, the hand holding the teacup paused slightly.

The Angel God—

What a distant title that was.

Back when he had single-handedly founded Martial Soul Hall and established the Angel Godhood, he had no idea how many years had passed since.

What had become of the current Martial Soul Hall, and the current Elder Hall?

A thought suddenly stirred in his heart.

It was time to return to Martial Soul Hall and take a look.

On the other side, at the Allied Forces Camp.

Inside the central command tent, the atmosphere was so oppressive it made it hard to breathe.

Tang San had been carried back, lying on the cot covered in blood; although Oscar's recovery sausage had saved his life, the shattered divine artifact, the wounded divine soul, and the dignity that had been trampled into pieces could not be healed by a mere sausage.

The Shrek Seven Devils—no, now the six—gathered around the bed, each of their faces looking ugly to the extreme.

"How could it be like this—how could Third Brother lose?"

Ma Hongjun spoke in a daze, unable to accept the reality of the situation.

"That broken sword—what on earth was that thing? To actually be able to shatter a super divine artifact!"

Dai Mubai's voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with confusion and helplessness.

For as long as they could remember, Tang San had been the strongest among them, their backbone, and the symbol of invincibility.

Yet today, that symbol had been crushed under someone's foot.

Along with it, the confidence of every one of them had been crushed as well.

"It was that man."

Ning Rongrong, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up.

Her voice trembled slightly.

"It was Qian Renxue's master, Qian Ye! That sword—he was the one who gave it to Qian Renxue!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere inside the tent grew even heavier.

Everyone recalled that man sitting atop the city wall, calm and indifferent from beginning to end.

If a man could casually produce a broken sword capable of shattering a super divine artifact, just how terrifying must he himself be?

A feeling called despair quietly spread through their hearts.

Could they truly defeat such an enemy?

Could Martial Soul Hall really be overthrown?

The seeds of discord were quietly sown at this very moment.

"Cough—cough, cough—"

On the cot, Tang San began to cough violently, spraying out a mouthful of black blood.

He slowly opened his eyes; those orbs that had once been full of high spirits were now filled only with endless resentment and unwillingness.

"I—have not lost!"

His voice was like a broken gong, hoarse and distorted.

"I was merely—careless!"

"Qian Renxue! Qian Ye!"

He gritted his teeth, each word squeezed out from between them, carrying the scent of blood.

"This humiliation today, I, Tang San, will return it a hundredfold!"

"I am the one destined by heaven! I am the protagonist of this era!"

"Just wait—all of you, just wait for me!"

"I will definitely kill you! I will!!"

His frantic roar echoed in the tent, yet in this roar, there was no longer the confidence and dominance of the past, only the impotent rage of a coward.

Tang San's resentment-filled shrieks echoed incessantly throughout the coalition's main tent.

It was no longer the wrath of a deity, but more like the desperate wailing of a defeated dog.

However, before his voice had completely faded, the winds and clouds above the nine heavens shifted once more.

"Hum—"

The Heavenly Vault Golden List appeared again!

Inside the tent, the Shrek Six, Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang, and everyone else had their gazes drawn, all looking up in unison toward the sky outside, which had been dyed gold.

Atop the city walls of Jialing Pass, the originally fanatical and cheering soldiers of Martial Soul Hall also fell silent, gazing up at the horizon.

Everyone's heart leaped into their throat.