The Mistake Was Not Killing All of You!

Yue Guan's eyes lit up.

He thought Chen Yu was about to back down.

The corners of his mouth began to curl upward slightly as he waited for Chen Yu to continue.

But then Chen Yu went on.

"The mistake I made was not clearing out all you ingrates sooner!"

"So you could keep living shamelessly!"

"Eating from the bowl while eyeing the pot!"

Yue Guan's face instantly went from red to white, then from white to green.

Chen Yu's voice grew colder and harsher.

"Yue Guan, did you think I didn't know your background?"

"If I remember correctly, Yun Ming is your senior brother, isn't he?"

"I'm curious."

"How exactly did someone from Shrek enter the Federation's War God Temple and rise to the position of deputy temple master?!"

"But if I'm not mistaken..."

"It was Chen Xinjie, wasn't it!"

"You people really know how to play!"

"You've treated the War God Temple as your own home, doing whatever the hell you want?!"

"What do you take the Federation for?!"

With those words, Chen Yu directly tore away the War God Temple's last shred of dignity.

The War God Temple had been established to counterbalance the three great powers: Shrek Academy, the Tang Sect, and even the Spirit Pagoda.

That was the War God Temple's mission, the meaning of its existence, and the creed every member had to swear to uphold upon joining.

Yet Chen Xinjie, the former temple master of the War God Temple, had once shared an unresolved relationship with Long Yeyue, Shrek Academy's former supreme elder.

Not only had they been involved, but after Long Yeyue's death, Chen Xinjie had even joined forces with Shrek to oppose the Federation and its chairman.

And Yue Guan, the deputy temple master of the War God Temple, was outright one of Shrek's people!

His senior brother was Yun Ming!

His mentors were at Shrek!

His roots were in Shrek!

He was a Shrek pawn planted within the War God Temple, a pawn buried there for decades!

It could be said that the present-day War God Temple had long since become Shrek's War God Temple!

If not for that slap Long Yeyue had delivered back then, which had caused Shrek and the Spirit Pagoda to fall out completely.

Creating irreconcilable conflicts between the two great powers.

This Federation of the people...

Would have long since become Shrek's Federation!

When would other Soul Masters ever have had a chance to rise?

When would the Federal Council ever have had any say?

As soon as those words were spoken.

The War Gods all exchanged looks.

Some lowered their heads in silence, some looked livid, some secretly watched Yue Guan's expression, and some instinctively traded glances with the colleagues beside them.

Most of them truly did not know Yue Guan's background.

Or rather, they knew some of it.

But they had never expected it to be this serious.

Yue Guan, meanwhile, flew into a rage out of humiliation.

He took a sudden step forward, his voice carrying the hysteria of someone whose secret had been exposed.

"What do you mean, Chen Yu?!"

His voice was filled with fury.

But beneath that fury was fear.

Deep fear.

"What do I mean?"

Chen Yu looked at Yue Guan with a baffled expression, as though he were saying, "You don't even understand that?"

"Yue Guan, have you lived all these years for nothing?"

His tone was casual, even carrying a hint of teasing.

But then...

Chen Yu's expression turned completely cold.

"What I mean is, all of you have to die!"

The instant those words left his mouth, the air in the entire hall froze.

In an instant, every War God's expression changed.

Some instinctively retreated half a step, some summoned their martial souls, and some activated their Battle Armor.

Dozens of Soul Power fluctuations erupted at the same time.

Waves of air surged through the hall.

Yue Guan shouted, his voice filled with madness and unwillingness.

"Arrogant!"

"Chen Yu!"

"I don't believe you can kill all of us!"

The Sky-Surpassing Spear in his hand appeared instantly.

At the same time, his Four-Word Battle Armor automatically equipped itself, encasing his entire body in armor.

At that moment, his aura rose to its peak.

The pressure of a rank ninety-nine Limit Douluo erupted without restraint, forcing several War Gods behind him to retreat several steps involuntarily.

Flames burned in Yue Guan's eyes.

He did not believe it.

He did not believe Chen Yu truly dared to kill him!

He was the deputy temple master of the War God Temple.

And he still had a trump card!

By burning himself, he could unleash an attack from a God.

That was his final killing move.

His hope of turning the tables in a desperate situation.

Then Chen Yu smiled.

There was only a bone-chilling mockery in that smile.

He looked at Yue Guan, his gaze filled with contempt.

"Yue Guan, I thought you had some backbone. Even at death's door, you still planned to drag everyone else down with you?"

"Don't tell me you think strength comes from numbers?"

There was a trace of ridicule in his voice, as if he were watching a ridiculous farce.

Then Chen Yu's figure flashed.

He was unimaginably fast, so fast that no one present could catch his trajectory.

Yue Guan's eyes widened.

At that moment, his spiritual power had been unleashed to its utmost limit, covering every corner of the hall.

But he sensed nothing.

It was as though...

Chen Yu had vanished from the void itself.

The next second...

Chen Yu appeared before Yue Guan.

They were inches apart, their eyes meeting.

He threw a punch!

A simple punch.

But in Yue Guan's eyes...

That punch seemed to transform into a star.

It was a massive, blazing, burning sun, as though it had collapsed from the heavens above, crushing toward him with world-destroying power.

That star blotted out the sky...

Enveloping the entire world within it.

He had nowhere to hide, nowhere to flee. He could only watch helplessly as that all-destroying force descended.

He wanted to activate his trump card.

He wanted to unleash that final attack from a God.

But—

Everything was already over.

Chen Yu's fist struck his chest.

First came the Battle Armor.

That Four-Word Battle Armor, forged from countless precious materials by a top divine craftsman over several years.

Before Chen Yu's fist...

It was like paper.

It shattered instantly!

The armor turned into countless fragments and scattered in every direction.

Then came his body.

Bang—!

A dull explosion rang out.

Yue Guan's body...

Turned into a cloud of blood mist in that instant.

Dark red blood mist spread through the hall.

Like a blooming crimson flower...

It looked especially bewitching beneath the glow of the luminous pearls.

He did not even have time to leave behind any last words.

Yue Guan, titled "Sky-Surpassing," a rank ninety-nine Limit Douluo, a Four-Word Battle Armor Master, and deputy temple master of the War God Temple.

Was turned into blood mist by a single punch.

The blood mist slowly drifted down.

Falling onto the white jade surface of the council table.

Falling onto the faces and clothes of the War Gods nearby.

Sticky and warm.

The entire hall fell into deathly silence.

No one dared move, much less speak.

The War Gods of the War God Temple stood amid the blood mist. Their expressions had frozen.

They stood stiffly in place like statues.

Yue Guan had fallen.