From Godhood to the Heavens

Fang Ping didn't want to reveal any of the Emperor's abilities, nor did he want the Emperor to be exposed. He even suggested that he could directly travel to the world of The Boys and then return to prove that the so-called Demon Cage couldn't control him at all.

However, upon his return, he was still within the Demon's Cage, and was ultimately at a disadvantage, which was not what Fang Ping wanted.

Morgana was on the verge of collapse, feeling as if Fang Ping was her natural enemy, and her once invincible methods were constantly hitting roadblocks.

Suddenly, he was somewhat vulnerable, raised his hand and summoned the Demon Claw, which appeared directly behind Fang Ping and reached out to grab him.

The instant he sensed the spatial fluctuations, Fang Ping's figure had already teleported into mid-air, appearing directly in front of Morgana before another demonic claw appeared above her head.

He raised his hand and slashed at Morgana with his sword. With a clang, the sword clashed instantly with a silver-white longsword.

Fang Ping's figure began to flash continuously, and he slashed at Morgana with sword after sword like an endless rain.

The powerful force sent Morgana flying, and before she could regain her footing, Fang Ping had already teleported behind her again.

In an instant, the exquisite Flaming Sword in his hand pierced Morgana's body, the longsword emerging from her abdomen. Fang Ping grabbed Morgana's neck, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "You see, you might not actually be my match!"

Morgana's body twitched, her expression incredibly ugly, then she suddenly grabbed Fang Ping's arm and revealed an ugly smile.

In the blink of an eye, a giant demonic claw grabbed Morgana and Fang Ping.

"You underestimate a god. For injuries of this severity, I don't even need to call a doctor!"

Fang Ping snorted and then said, "So what? You're in my hands now!"

"Tch, you're in my hands too. It's a 1-1 draw, so what?"

Fang Ping also had a headache and couldn't help but say, "Why bother? Why do you have to go against me?"

“My Queen, I sincerely invite you to join me. How can that be considered opposing you?” Morgana smiled and said, “Why don’t you just agree? Wouldn’t that make everyone happy?”

Fang Ping held the Flaming Sword in one hand and Morgana's throat firmly with the other. Feeling the strange and alluring scent coming from the tip of his nose, his heart couldn't help but beat two beats faster.

As expected of a woman who could conquer a planet with her own charm alone, the fragrance that reached Fang Ping's nose made him want to release the Blazing Sword.

A feeling of reluctance to hurt the other person arises.

She quickly bit her tongue hard to banish the thought, then said coldly, "I'm sorry, but I have no intention of being subservient to anyone!"

"So that means we can discuss it!" Morgana turned her head slightly, since her warm breath was blowing on Fang Ping's face.

Fang Ping felt an unbearable heat rising throughout his body, and he felt his will to resist was about to crumble, and his mind began to sink.

Forcibly banishing this thought from his mind, Fang Ping gritted his teeth and said, "If you're willing, I wouldn't mind becoming the King of Demons!"

"You mean, ride on top of me?"

Morgana's words made Fang Ping laugh out loud, and then he spoke.

“That’s not impossible!”

"I, the Queen, am not so easily conquered!"

Fang Ping smiled and said, "There's no point in continuing this stalemate. Why don't you hear what I have to say?"

"What, do you have some brilliant idea?"

"It's much more realistic than you want me to submit!"

"Tell me!"

"Let's make a deal. I'll give you what you want, and you'll give me what I want. Wouldn't that be wonderful if everyone was happy?"

"Hahaha, you made a deal with the devil?" Morgana laughed, her voice filled with disbelief.

Fang Ping's words remained perfectly calm as he said in a low voice, "This is the best option!"

"Unless the demons want to declare war on me completely!"

"You cut off Ator's arm and humiliated the Queen. In your opinion, this doesn't count as a declaration of war?"

"I have always felt that I have acted with good judgment, and I did not start the dispute!"

Since arriving on Earth, I have never intentionally caused trouble for anyone. I've always been cautious, simply hoping for a safe place where I can rest!

Morgana's eyes revealed a hint of understanding as she calmly said, "You really are from another world. If it weren't for the warmonger and Deno 3, I wouldn't have discovered that there's someone from another world on Earth!"

Morgana raised her hand slightly, and the demonic claws that had grabbed the two disappeared instantly. Then she turned her head and asked, "How does the Queen's body feel?"

Are you reluctant to let go?

Fang Ping chuckled and retorted without any politeness, "If you changed your outfit, I might be a little tempted."

But this grotesque appearance... I don't have such a strong taste!

Even with her strong heart, Morgana almost broke down. She snorted and said, "Your heart isn't as honest as you say!"

Fang Ping chuckled, then pulled the Flaming Sword from Morgana's body, drawing blood as he put it into his backpack, watching Morgana writhe in pain.

The wound glowed, and the light flowed around it, and the wound that ran through it was completely healed.

Even so, Morgana couldn't help but touch her wound, baring her teeth and snarling, "You may not have a deep understanding of a god, so you don't understand how much mercy I, the Queen, have shown you."

"The demon legion is indeed powerful, but why don't you guess how much of my strength I used?"

Fang Ping was not to be outdone. If the two sides could not be on equal footing, Fang Ping would rather postpone the next plan or even change the target.

Morgana's gaze was deep, as if she could see right through Fang Ping. Finally, she laughed and said, "Since you are so confident and unwilling to join the demons, then tell me your purpose!"

"I need a complete set of resources for advancing to the fourth generation of gods, as well as twenty Flame-level weapons, twenty God-Slaying weapons, and at least two Dark Silver-level weapons."

As soon as Fang Ping finished speaking, Morgana froze on the spot, blinked, and asked with some doubt, "Are you—alright?"

"Don't you want to hear my offer?"

Morgana looked at Fang Ping as if he were crazy, and then said, "In the entire universe, those civilizations that can produce these resources must at least be god-creating civilizations at the level of a main god."

Without the superhuman genes of the Deno descendants, the entire Earth wouldn't be worth the price you're asking for!