Tang San's Jealousy!

Qian Renxue's fingers, gripping the teacup, turned slightly white.

Her gaze shifted back and forth between the image on the Golden List and her mentor before her.

It was too similar.

It was not just the posture of holding the tea.

Even that sense of detachment, as if viewing all things in heaven and earth as nothing, overlapped perfectly.

"Master—"

Qian Renxue's heartbeat accelerated involuntarily.

A wild thought sprouted in her mind, only to be firmly suppressed by her reason.

Qian Ye set down the teacup in his hand.

The porcelain cup collided with the tabletop, producing a crisp sound.

"Watch the show, just watch the show."

Qian Ye's tone was flat, without the slightest ripple.

"Do not let your imagination run wild."

"There are so many people in this world who look alike; it is merely an idle person who happens to be drinking tea as well."

Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue took a deep breath.

She suppressed the agitation in her heart.

That's right.

Her ancestor was a figure from ten thousand years ago, long since vanished into the river of time.

Although her master was mysterious and possessed heaven-defying strength, he lived in the present age after all.

Perhaps it was just that, as peerless powerhouses, they shared some resonance in certain habits.

The image on the Golden List did not pause because of the world's speculations.

Under the watchful eyes of all, that figure in white performed a shocking action.

He raised his hand.

In his palm, there was no brilliant or dazzling divine radiance.

There was only a sword.

No.

It could not even be called a sword.

It was merely a piece of common iron.

Rusted and devoid of any spirituality, it looked as if it had been casually picked up from a scrap heap at a roadside blacksmith shop.

Compared to the previous Angel Holy Sword, which shone with boundless light and symbolized supreme authority, it was a difference between clouds and mud.

However.

That figure in white treated the rusted iron sword as if it were a rare treasure, stroking it gently.

The next moment.

He made a decision that caused the entire God Realm to tremble.

The God King power within his body, vast as the sea, began to surge wildly.

It was not to attack an enemy.

But rather—

Backflow!

All his divine power, all his insights into the laws, and even his supreme Godhead.

Everything was forcibly stripped from his body!

Rumble!

In the image on the Golden List, the firmament collapsed, and the Great Dao wailed.

That was the god position weeping.

That was the laws trying to hold him back.

But that man did not hesitate in the slightest.

He poured all of that God King origin, which would drive countless people mad, into the Angel Holy Sword that had once symbolized his glory.

As his divine power flowed away, the golden armor on his body shattered inch by inch, turning into nothingness.

His dazzling golden hair also gradually lost its luster, turning as black as ink.

The sacred aura dissipated.

In its place was the aura of a mortal.

He had fallen from an unreachable divine altar, becoming once again—a mortal.

Only the rusted iron sword in his hand let out a clear, resonant hum the moment his divine power dissipated.

That was the cheer of a new beginning.

[Abandoning the divine throne, gathering mortal iron.]

[With this broken body, cultivating the sword in hand.]

[Only for the sake of—seeking the Dao!]

Several lines of large text appeared beside the image.

The entire Douluo Continent was completely dumbfounded.

Everyone's mouths hung wide open, unable to close for a long time.

A madman!

A complete and utter madman!

For the sake of so-called "seeking the Dao," he actually crippled his own cultivation, abandoned the position of a God King, and went to cultivate a piece of broken iron?

This was simply the greatest joke under the heavens!

At Shrek Camp.

The oppressive atmosphere that had previously existed instantly dissipated, replaced by a wave of absurd laughter.

Ma Hongjun pointed at the sky, laughing until he doubled over.

"Hahaha! I'm dying of laughter!"

"I thought he was some earth-shattering big shot, but he's just an idiot with a hole in his head!"

"Why pass up being a perfectly good God King to go play with a piece of rotten iron?"

"Is this what they call a peerless expert?"

Oscar also shook his head, his eyes filled with mockery.

"The line between genius and madman is often razor-thin."

"It seems this First Generation Angel God practiced until he went soft in the head."

"Destroying his own Great Wall, digging his own grave."

"No wonder Martial Soul Hall declined; with an ancestor whose brain isn't clear, how could his descendants be any better?"

Dai Mubai also let out a long sigh of relief.

The fear that had previously been shrouded by the pressure of a God King was now completely gone.

What was there to fear from a god who had already crippled himself?

"San."

Dai Mubai looked toward Tang San in the main seat, his eyes regaining their confidence.

"It seems we were overthinking it."

"This guy is just a cautionary tale."

"The so-called threat simply doesn't exist."

Tang San smiled as well.

His smile was full of contempt.

The jealousy and anger he had felt at the words "God King" had now transformed into a deep sense of superiority.

"Stupid."

Tang San spat out the word.

He stroked the Asura Magic Sword in his hand, feeling that surging divine power of slaughter.

"Power is power, and a divine throne is the rule."

"Abandoning the rules to pursue an ethereal Dao?"

"Such a person is destined to become nothing more than dust in history."

"If it were me, I would certainly use this God King power to rule the God Realm and control everything; how could I do such a foolish thing as cutting off my own arms?"

Tang San felt completely at ease.

Since that First Generation Angel God was already finished, the threat he left behind was nothing to worry about.

As for Qian Renxue—

Tang San looked up at the Golden List.

In the image, following the man's departure, the Angel Holy Sword, infused with the origin of a God King, descended from the sky and plunged into Martial Soul Mountain.

So that was it.

Everyone finally understood.

Why the Angel Holy Sword could rank third on the Super Divine Artifacts List.

Because it was not merely a sword.

It was also a massive vessel.

Sealed within it was the lifelong cultivation and godhood of a God King!

Whoever wielded this sword was effectively in possession of a divine power reservoir that could be tapped into at any moment!

Greed.

Countless pairs of greedy eyes stared fixedly at the image on the Golden List.

If one could seize this sword—

Would that not mean ascending to the heavens in a single step?

Just as the thoughts of the world were in turmoil.

The Golden List trembled, and golden light erupted.

The reward for third place had finally descended!

[Tally complete.]

[Current holder of the Angel Holy Sword: Qian Renxue.]

[Distributing reward: Divine power infusion, repair of the Angel Godhood!]

[Special reward: One opportunity to comprehend the ancestor's sword intent!]

Two beams of golden light instantly tore through the void, ignoring the distance of space, and plunged directly into the Angel Temple at Jialing Pass.

Boom!

An exceptionally pure surge of sacred energy erupted within the quiet chamber.

Qian Renxue's entire body shuddered.

The soul power within her began to soar at a terrifying speed!

Even her Angel Godhood, which had been somewhat flawed due to an incomplete inheritance, was perfectly repaired at this very moment.

The phantom of the Six-Winged Angel behind her became increasingly solid, the golden light flowing across its feathers, sacred and inviolable.

In the span of just a few breaths.

Qian Renxue's aura underwent a heaven-shaking transformation.

She slowly opened her eyes.

Within her golden pupils, two balls of fire seemed to be burning.