Chaos Spirit Field

The Seven Deadly Sins God Emperor watched the God King of Lust's tragic death from the viewing platform, feeling a crushing blow to his heart. His carefully prepared tactics proved so vulnerable before this genius. A wave of grief washed over him. Visions of himself facing the same fate in the future resurfaced in his mind, and a deep fear crept through him. His once confident heart instantly wavered, and he felt the urge to escape.

The Heavenly Dao Sect's Divine Emperor keenly sensed the subtle change on the Seven Deadly Sins' face. He didn't dare delay a moment and quickly transmitted his message, "Seven Deadly Sins, we're now deeply trapped in this vortex, becoming Zhao Shanhe's own sharpening stone. There's no turning back. If we allow him to continue to grow recklessly like this, in the end, we'll be like lambs to the slaughter, waiting to be slaughtered. Our only hope is to fight for a glimmer of hope."

When the Seven Deadly Sins God Emperor heard the voice transmission from the Heavenly Dao Sect God Emperor, his mind was filled with thoughts. After a moment, he slowly replied, "Heavenly Dao Sect God Emperor, thank you for your guidance. I will not back down. Zhao Shanhe treats me like a whetstone, so I am not afraid of breaking my blade."

Zhao Shanhe was sitting on the high platform. Seeing the Seven Deadly Sins God Emperor and the Seven-Colored Light God Emperor suddenly leave, an inexplicable uneasiness surged in his heart, and he couldn't help but frown.

The Source of Death God noticed Zhao Shanhe's uneasiness, a trace of worry flashed in his eyes, and he said softly, "Husband, do you want me to help you solve this problem?"

Zhao Shanhe raised the corners of his mouth and said with a smile, "It's just a minor inconvenience. I can handle it. Let's watch the game."

In the Tower of Creation, Zhao Yunlong also met an opponent. His face looked a little strange, for no other reason than that his opponent was Zhao Yunfei.

Zhao Yunfei couldn't help but laugh when he saw that his opponent was Zhao Yunlong. He said, "Second brother, you take this thing and I take it."

Zhao Yunlong said, "Of course, whoever wins takes it. Come on, fight! I must win this time."

Zhao Yunfei didn't attack, but smiled and said, "Second brother, it's just a divine power bead. It won't lead to fratricide. Take it."

Zhao Yunlong shook his head and said meaningfully, "Third brother, I want to defeat you fair and square this time. I won't have the chance again. Please don't let me down."

Zhao Yunfei's expression became somewhat serious. He said, "Brother, it seems you have regained your memory. I won't let you down. Let's fight."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Yunfei's body grew several times taller, and he chopped towards Zhao Yunlong with a huge axe, as if the two of them had some deep hatred.

The Death Source God on the high platform was uneasy. She murmured to herself, "Pan Zu's true body, how is this possible? What exactly happened back then?" Then she looked at Zhao Shanhe and asked softly, "Husband, what exactly is going on?"

Zhao Shanhe frowned and replied softly, "Some things are lost in the long river of history. Perhaps the answers can be found in the Yuanchu Secret Realm."

The Death Source God's expression grew solemn, and she didn't press the issue. Her eyes flashed with determination, and she nodded thoughtfully. Her expression suggested she had vaguely understood something, as if she had discovered the key to her inability to resist Zhao Shanhe.

Wu Xingyun sat on the viewing platform, his gaze fixed on Zhao Yunfei in the tower. Shock filled his face, he muttered to himself, "How could someone with such weak Wu bloodline successfully summon Pan Zu's body and even keep it condensed? Who is this Zhao Yunfei? This is absolutely impossible. Pan Zu... absolutely impossible..."

At this moment, Zhao Yunfei was completely absorbed in the fierce battle with Zhao Yunlong, completely unaware that his identity had already aroused suspicion. As the battle dragged on, the seconds ticked by, and his fighting spirit grew, reaching its peak like a blazing flame. Suddenly, he shouted, "Creation!" The sound reverberated through the heavens and earth like thunder, shaking the air around him slightly, as if threatening to tear the entire world apart.

As the axe struck down, the once incredibly solid tower of the Creation Tower, as if unable to withstand the impact of some mysterious force, slowly cracked open. The crack, like a hideous scar, lay across the tower. And just as everyone was astonished, the crack miraculously began to heal, as if an invisible force was silently repairing its wound.

The gods stared blankly at the mottled marks left on the ground outside the Creation Tower, their minds abuzz with doubts and speculations. They stared at each other, their eyes gleaming with an inscrutable light, and the same thought arose in their minds: "Could this Zhao Yunfei still be at the Divine King level? Even the Divine Emperor might not be able to achieve such a level!"

Wu Xingyun's face was filled with shock, his voice trembling as he spoke, "Pan Zu's supreme fighting spirit, how is this possible! Could it be..."

Pan Xiaoxiao looked at Zhao Yunfei in the Tower of Creation, and her heart was burning with excitement. Pan Zu was back, and the era of the Wu clan was about to come.

Zhao Yunfei, in the Fortune Tower, seemed to have exhausted all his strength after that axe strike. He gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently. He looked extremely exhausted, even a little unsteady on his feet. He simply sat down on the ground, his lips curled up slightly in a wry smile, and then slowly said, "Second brother, I lost."

Zhao Yunlong didn't appreciate it. A flash of anger flashed in his eyes. He shouted, "Pangu, I don't need you to give in. I may be able to take your axe."

Zhao Yunfei gasped for breath as he spoke with difficulty, "There's no Pangu in this world, only Zhao Yunfei. You're my second brother. If I kill you, I'll be a sinner for all eternity. Second brother, we can't live in the past. We should look forward. Father asked me to tell you something. Don't forget who you are. Since you said I won, this divine power bead is mine."

Zhao Yunlong narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Zhao Yunfei, you are like a lamb to be slaughtered. Aren't you afraid that I will attack you?"

Zhao Yunfei laughed and teased, "Brother, if you're not afraid of a spanking from our father, go ahead. That axe strike just now brought back some of my memories. What we were looking for back then wasn't in our father's possession. Patricide is punishable by heaven. That's all I have to say. Take care of yourself. I've taken the things, and you don't need any more."

Zhao Yunlong pondered for a moment and said, "I give up."

As soon as the words fell, the two separated and came to a new scene.