Chen Yu Couldn't Possibly Be a Deity

The silence lasted for a long time.

At last, one of the elders slowly spoke.

He sat midway down the long table, his hair and beard completely white, his face covered in wrinkles. At that moment, his clouded eyes were filled with disbelief.

His voice was hoarse and trembling, as though every word took all the strength in his body.

"Elder Long..."

"She died just like that?"

"With one spear?"

"Had Chen Yu's strength already reached such a level?"

Another elder sat opposite him. He was broad and powerfully built, with a square face and a wide mouth. The shock in his eyes had yet to fade.

However, there was also a trace of resentment and stubbornness on his face. He gritted his teeth and said hatefully,

"Impossible!"

"I remember that spear he threw was a Level Nine Soul Tool."

"He must have relied on the Soul Tool's advantage. Elder Long must have underestimated Chen Yu and been caught off guard, which was why she was killed!"

His voice echoed through the silent Sea God Pavilion, firm and forceful.

But after saying that...

Even he himself was not confident.

His gaze flickered involuntarily.

The elders looked at one another, unsure of what to say.

Some nodded slightly, seemingly accepting this explanation.

Others frowned deeply, their faces still full of doubt.

Still others lowered their heads in silence, lost in thought.

A Level Nine Soul Tool was indeed powerful, but claiming it could kill a Demigod who was defending with all their strength in one strike was far too far-fetched.

Yet other than that...

What other reason could they find to convince themselves?

At that moment, Zhuo Shi turned his head and looked toward Pavilion Master Yun Ming, seated at the head of the table.

His gaze was solemn and serious, without the slightest hint of jest on his face.

He spoke in a deep voice, his tone carrying an inescapable gravity.

"Pavilion Master, could you do it?"

Yun Ming sat in the main seat, having remained silent all along.

His face was pale, his eyes bloodshot, and his entire body radiated exhaustion and tension.

Long Yeyue's death had been the greatest blow to him.

She had been one of Shrek's pillars.

She had been the elder he trusted most.

And now, she was gone just like that.

She had gone so suddenly...

So unwillingly.

Hearing Zhuo Shi's question, Yun Ming slowly came back to his senses.

Then, a bitter smile appeared on his face.

He shook his head, his voice low and hoarse.

"Even if I erupted with all my strength, I could not kill a Demigod so easily."

His answer was concise and clear, without any unnecessary embellishment.

Yet it was precisely that simplicity that made everyone present feel the weight behind his words.

Although classifications such as Limit Douluo, Demigod, and Quasi-God appeared vastly different...

In truth, they were merely different minor realms within the Limit Douluo stage.

It was only that...

A Quasi-God had just begun to come into contact with the power of laws.

A Peak Quasi-God, on the other hand, had gained a certain degree of comprehension of the power of laws.

But compared to a Deity, the gap was still enormous.

Even in the original work...

Yue Tian Douluo Guan Yue of the War God Temple had sacrificed himself in exchange for a God's single strike, but that had only been one strike, and it had only killed a Peak Quasi-God.

If the opponent had been a God...

That strike...

Would have been impressive enough if it could injure them.

Killing a God was out of the question.

Thus, Yun Ming also found it unimaginable.

Standing at the Peak Quasi-God level, he understood better than anyone present where the limits of power at this level lay.

Yet the strength Chen Yu had displayed...

Had already surpassed his understanding of Peak Quasi-Gods.

Something he himself could not accomplish...

Chen Yu had actually done it?!

But he was a Peak Quasi-God!

What about Chen Yu, then?

He couldn't have become a God, could he?!

But that was impossible!

Countless thoughts churned within Yun Ming's mind, and his brows knotted tightly together.

The Plane Will was suppressing them...

Peak Quasi-God was already the limit.

Like him, although his spiritual power had already transformed into the Divine Origin Realm and he had one foot in the realm of Gods, he still had to seal his spiritual power.

Otherwise, under the suppression of the Plane Will, he would soon die.

This was a fact every powerhouse standing at the very pinnacle knew well.

The rules of the Douluo Plane did not permit Gods to exist.

Therefore, it was impossible for there to be a God on the Douluo Plane.

Thinking of this, Yun Ming consoled himself.

Thus, Yun Ming took a deep breath, suppressed the shock in his heart, and repeatedly told himself.

That spear...

Was most likely made from exceptionally fine materials by Chen Yu.

It had made it comparable to a Level Ten Soul Tool.

And Level Ten Soul Tools...

There were not many of them in the entire Federation today.

If Chen Yu truly possessed such a weapon, then coupled with Long Yeyue's carelessness, succeeding in a single strike was not completely impossible.

At that moment, everyone fell into panic.

As elders of Shrek Academy, they were proud.

That pride flowed in their blood.

It was carved into their bones.

It was the confidence granted to them by twenty thousand years of legacy and foundation.

But the prerequisite for that pride was...

That they possessed absolute strength!

Strength capable of suppressing all defiance!

For Shrek Academy's power had never merely been a name. It was the combined strength of every Title Douluo, every Limit Douluo, and every Quasi-God powerhouse.

Once they lost that invincible strength, they would be more afraid than anyone else.

Because they knew all too well...

How many factions Shrek Academy had trampled over the corpses of during those twenty thousand years, and how many powerful enemies it had offended.

But in the past, they had possessed the strength...

They had intimidated all sides, and no one had dared to act.

But if that veil of deterrence were torn apart...

Seeing this, Yun Ming spoke to reassure them.

He straightened his back, doing his best to make his voice sound calm and steady as his gaze swept over every elder present.

"Everyone, there is no need to panic."

"No matter how strong Chen Yu is, he cannot become a God."

"And as long as he remains at the Peak Quasi-God realm, even if this Pavilion Master truly is not his match, it is still unrealistic for Chen Yu to defeat me."

His voice echoed through the Sea God Pavilion, carrying a power that soothed hearts.

Upon hearing this, everyone nodded slightly, their faces full of agreement.

Whether they truly believed it in their hearts or not.

At this moment, they needed a reason to support themselves, a direction in which to gather their strength.

And the Pavilion Master's words were that reason.

At that moment, Yun Ming spoke again. His gaze grew profound, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly into a cold smile.

"If it had been before..."

"I might have had to fear Chen Yu somewhat."

"But now that Chen Yu has killed Sister Yue..."

"We are not the only ones who hate Chen Yu."

Zhuo Shi's eyes lit up. He immediately understood Yun Ming's meaning and blurted out,

"You mean Hall Master Chen."

Yun Ming nodded and slowly rose to his feet. With his hands clasped behind his back, he looked through the Sea God Pavilion's window lattice toward the distance.

His voice was steady and certain.

"As everyone knows..."

"Sister Yue once had a relationship with Chen Xinjie, the Hall Master of the War God Temple. Chen Xinjie, like me, is also a Peak Quasi-God."

"The two of us joining forces..."

"No matter how strong Chen Yu may be..."

"He will have to retreat."