Golden List Third Place Revealed! Sensation!

"Sword Ancestor."

She finally couldn't help but speak, her voice carrying a hint of urgency.

"Tang San's fortune is far too prosperous; having received Heavenly Dao rewards twice in succession, his strength has surged."

"I worry that if this continues, he will truly become our greatest threat."

Qian Renxue's tone was heavy with pressure.

Tang San was like a massive mountain, weighing heavily upon her heart.

She took a deep breath, her gaze becoming incomparably firm.

"I cannot wait any longer."

"I have decided to enter secluded cultivation immediately, venturing into the deepest reaches of the Angel Temple to use my bloodline to commune with the wills of the past Angel Gods sleeping within the temple!"

"I must obtain greater power before Tang San comes to kill me!"

This was the only method she could think of to rapidly increase her strength.

However, after hearing her words, Qian Ye merely picked up the teacup on the table and gently blew away the floating tea leaves.

"Commune with the past Angel Gods?"

He chuckled softly, his movements leisurely and composed.

"They are nothing more than a group of losers who have long since dissipated in the river of time; what could their wills possibly bring you?"

Qian Renxue was stunned upon hearing this.

Losers?

In her heart, those ancestors who were able to inherit the Angel God position and protect the continent for ten thousand years were all great and immortal existences.

How could they be reduced to losers in the mouth of the Sword Ancestor?

Qian Ye set down the teacup, the bottom of the cup striking the table with a crisp sound.

He raised his eyes, his gaze landing calmly upon Qian Renxue.

"Your path is to become a true god, not to scavenge the leftovers left behind by your predecessors."

"As for Tang San—"

A trace of indifferent amusement escaped the corners of Qian Ye's mouth.

"He is merely a slightly more robust piece on someone else's chessboard."

"A piece, in the end, is still a piece; it can never jump off the board."

"You only need to sharpen your sword and wait for the moment to swing it; that will be enough."

His words carried an indescribable sense of stability, instantly smoothing out the restlessness in Qian Renxue's heart.

That's right.

With the Sword Ancestor here, what exactly was I worried about?

Qian Renxue looked into Qian Ye's deep eyes, and a thought suddenly arose in her heart.

What kind of divine artifact must the Sword Ancestor's own blade be?

For some reason, she was actually quite curious whether the Sword Ancestor's sword would also be on this Super Divine Artifacts List.

Inside the main tent of the Shrek camp.

Tang San had just calmed his excited mood and was preparing to order the reorganization of the army, intending to march to the city gates tomorrow to wash away his past humiliations.

Just then, a steady figure lifted the tent flap and walked in.

It was the Grandmaster, Yu Xiaogang.

"Xiao San."

The Grandmaster's face was somewhat pale, but his eyes were exceptionally clear.

He first glanced at the wood shavings on the floor, then swept his gaze over the fanatical expressions of the people in the tent, his brows furrowing imperceptibly.

"Congratulations on obtaining the dual god inheritance and your greatly increased divine power."

The Grandmaster's voice was like a basin of cold water poured over the burning heads of everyone present.

The arrogance on Tang San's face收敛ed slightly; he still maintained a degree of respect for this teacher of his.

"Teacher, you are here."

"Yes." The Grandmaster nodded, walked straight up to him, and said in a deep voice, "I heard that you are preparing to launch a full-scale attack tomorrow?"

"That's right!" Tang San replied without hesitation, "Now that my divine arts are perfected and Martial Soul Hall's morale is low, it is the best time to wipe them out in one fell swoop!"

"Foolish!"

The Grandmaster shouted sternly.

"Xiao San, you have been blinded by power!"

"I ask you, has the tallying of the Super Divine Artifacts List concluded?"

Tang San was taken aback.

"It has not yet concluded."

Grandmaster continued to press, "Your Asura Magic Sword is ranked fourth. This means there are three even more terrifying divine artifacts above it. Do you know what those three artifacts are? And in whose hands they reside?"

Tang San fell silent; he could not answer.

Grandmaster said with deep heartache, "You know nothing! Yet you dare to rashly launch a total offensive? What if the holders of those three artifacts are from Martial Soul Hall, or are on good terms with them? How would you respond?"

"The best course of action now is to wait!"

"Wait for the Heavenly Vault Golden List to finish tallying all the divine artifacts!"

"Then, we must do our best to win over the holders of the artifacts ranked ahead of you, or even those ranked behind you!"

"Uniting all forces that can be united—that is the path to victory!"

Wisdom flickered in Grandmaster's eyes.

He even fantasized in his heart whether his own martial soul, Luo Sanpao, might one day evolve and ascend to some list; even if it were only at the very bottom, it would be enough to bring him comfort.

"Teacher, you are overthinking it."

Tang San interrupted Grandmaster, his expression arrogant.

"The wars of today can no longer be decided by numbers. In the face of absolute power, any scheme is a joke."

"I am that absolute power!"

Grandmaster looked at his disciple and felt an immense sense of estrangement.

He knew he could no longer persuade him.

The representatives of the affiliated forces standing nearby looked at one another, their faces filled with anxiety.

Tang San had suffered heavy losses in the battle against the Silver Dragon King, and now, with him being so headstrong and self-willed, they began to doubt whether betting their future on Shrek was the right choice.

Tang San naturally sensed their wavering, but he did not care in the least.

They were merely fence-sitters.

Once he razed Martial Soul Hall to the ground and ascended to the pinnacle of the continent, these people would only come crawling back like dogs, wagging their tails to beg for his forgiveness.

There was only one thought in his mind now.

Revenge!

Just then, the Heavenly Vault Golden List shone with brilliant light once more!

The gaze of everyone on the entire continent was drawn to it again!

A new ranking was about to appear!

[Third Place!]

Golden radiance swirled as a new line of large characters slowly condensed.

Inside the Shrek camp, Tang San raised his head, a trace of disdain in his eyes.

He wanted to see exactly what kind of divine artifact dared to rank above his Asura Magic Sword.

On the ramparts of Jialing Pass, the spirit masters of Martial Soul Hall held their breath in tension, praying silently in their hearts.

In the quiet chamber of the Angel Temple, Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes were also fixed unblinkingly on the sky.

Only Qian Ye continued to sip his tea at a leisurely pace, as if everything in this world had nothing to do with him.

Finally, that line of large characters was fully revealed before the eyes of all living beings!

[Super Divine Artifacts List, Third Place: Angel Holy Sword!]

[Holder: Angel God, Qian Renxue!]

Boom!

When the contents of the Golden List were made clear, the entire Jialing Pass fell into a deathly silence, followed immediately by an eruption of cheers that sounded like a mountain collapse or a tidal wave!

"The Angel Holy Sword!"

"It is the Holy Maiden's Angel Holy Sword!"

"Third place! Our divine artifact is third place!"

"The Angel God and Qian Renxue will surely win!"

The low morale was reignited in an instant, soaring even higher than it had ever been before!