The pillar of light that had fallen upon Zhao Fu dissipated, and the Imperial Star in the sky slowly vanished from sight as well.
That Myriad Gods bloodline had now fused into his body, bringing Zhao Fu's body through its final transformation. His aptitude, physique, and bloodline had all undergone a qualitative change.
It could be said that Zhao Fu's aptitude was now among the very highest in Apocalypse World. His physique had also become even more terrifying—whether in defense, endurance, or recovery speed, it was incredibly formidable.
Most importantly, Zhao Fu's bloodline had reached the peak of the Saint-grade bloodline, just a thread away from breaking through into the Origin Bloodline.
At this moment, Zhao Fu sat upon the Throne of Gods, emanating an indescribable aura. He sat there like the sovereign of the God Realm, lofty and exalted, utterly beyond desecration.
Seeing this, everyone finally let out a breath of relief. At last, it was over.
The King of Kings had caused far too many incidents this time, leaving them stunned again and again, their hearts constantly hanging in their throats.
Now that he had awakened the Divine Race Imperial Star, the Tournament of Gods came to an end here. He was the Lord of Gods of this generation, and no one had any objections. Whether ordinary citizens or peerless prodigies, all were utterly convinced.
They had personally witnessed just how terrifying he was. It was simply an unimaginable kind of terror. No one would object even if he were called the strongest person in Apocalypse World.
Everyone was also extremely satisfied with this Tournament of Gods. Its splendor and intensity had surpassed previous ones by dozens of times, allowing them to witness battles between truly peerless prodigies. At this moment, all of them were flushed with excitement