From Godhood to the Heavens

"You're getting ahead of yourself!" Zhou pushed up his glasses, quietly took a step back, and then spoke.

"Didn't you see that guy pinned that big guy down with one hand?"

"That seems to be true. Shall we run?"

"What are you afraid of? We're different now than before. Let's go together and take him down!"

As Rasu spoke, his feet remained rooted to the spot, because in the next instant, Afu, who had been wrestling with Fang Ping, was thrown out and slammed hard into the steel wall, causing the base to shake and the thick steel wall to collapse inward.

Ignoring the three fools, Fang Ping's gaze fell on the talisman on the central stone pillar, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.

The talisman is made of ox, snake, rat, pig, and monkey. Surprisingly, it even contains a monkey talisman. If the Holy Lord gets his hands on it, he can walk down the wall directly.

Unfortunately, Fang Ping wouldn't do as he wished, but if the price paid was high enough, it would be possible to make the Holy Lord the next villain.

He reached out and took them all, then glanced back out of the corner of his eye and suddenly punched backward. The three figures were immediately pushed sideways by the powerful palm wind, and only after hanging on the wall like Black Tiger Afu did they cry out in pain.

"See? I told you we were no match for them!"

"Compared to him, Jackie Chan is like a child. Maybe we should change careers!"

"The Holy Lord didn't say that we were facing such a monster!"

Before he could finish speaking, a series of dark figures emerged from underground, quickly surrounding the area. The next moment, these shadowy ninjas charged towards Fang Ping in the center.

A bolt of lightning swept across the area, and in less than two seconds, the black shadow that had rushed out returned to the dark kingdom.

Before they could continue to coalesce, Fang Ping raised his hand and uttered the word "fixed," freezing the four little ones in mid-air. Under the Emperor's control, they floated and followed Fang Ping towards the outside world.

Inside the passage, none of the shadowy ninjas who kept interfering were able to get close; they were all scattered.

Once outside, Fang Ping's figure soared straight up, with four small demonic dragons floating haphazardly behind him. He flew openly and honestly over the city, heading towards the Black Hand Building.

Soon they appeared outside the window on the top floor of the building. Fang Ping raised his hand, and a small dragon flew in, smashed through the glass, and rolled down in front of the Holy Lord statue. Then came the second, the third, and the fourth.

Ouch! A chorus of screams erupted.

Valon was startled and warily watched the figure outside the window as it slowly floated in.

The Holy Lord, who had been asleep, seemed to sense the approach of the talisman and suddenly opened his eyes, his dragon eyes turning completely red.

"My talisman has finally arrived!"

However, when the Holy Lord's gaze swept around, his expression immediately turned extremely ugly. Looking at the floating figure opposite him, he was so angry that he almost roared out loud.

"A bunch of trash."

The Holy Lord never expected that not only would he fail to obtain his talisman, but the four little demonic dragons he created, which he had exhausted his remaining demonic energy, would be defeated as soon as they appeared!

Fang Ping smiled slightly. Although the Holy Lord was despicable, shameless, and untrustworthy, it seemed that his brain hadn't completely broken down.

"Thief who stole my power, tell me your purpose. What do you want?"

Fang Ping sneered, then said, "Since it's your power that's been stolen, call it and see if it responds!"

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and four talismans appeared before him, floating around him.

"Valon, get my talisman back! Do you still want the Golden Rooster King's treasure?"

Valon glanced at the ground, then at the statue of the Holy Lord, and finally looked at Fang Ping, taking a step back knowingly.

The Holy Lord was going crazy. The talisman was right in front of him, but it felt incredibly far away.

Countless shadowy ninjas gathered around, but were all wiped out in the blink of an eye by the Electric Eye, before they could even regroup.

After a series of futile attempts, the Holy Lord felt more frustrated than ever before, not even when facing the other seven demons.

Finally, the Holy Lord saw reality clearly and had no choice but to resort to his great deception.

"Alright, I can see that you are a capable person. As long as you are willing to return the talisman to me and find the other 6 talismans, I can grant you anything you want!"

"Endless wealth, unparalleled power, and vast territories—even if you desire immortality, I can grant you all!"

Fang Ping's lips twitched. The Holy Lord really didn't want to spend a single penny. He was just talking. He still had to find the other six talismans. By the time the Holy Lord was revived, what guarantee would he have?

It was a worthless check; not only did it fool Valon, it even tried to fool itself.

Simply...

Morgana's reputation is better than that of the Holy Lord.

Fang Ping scoffed, "Who doesn't know that the Holy Lord is the most untrustworthy and despicable person? Your guarantee is worthless!"

"This is a slander against the Holy Lord!" The Holy Lord's eyes flashed red as he spoke angrily.

Fang Ping scoffed dismissively, then said, "I'll give you a choice: hand over the Complete Book of Dark Magic and the Niga Mask, and I might consider giving you the talismans!"

The Holy Lord laughed instead. Very well, as long as there is a weakness, it is possible to control what one desires. So he said without hesitation, "If you are willing, return the remaining talismans to me, and I can grant your wish!"

Hearing these still condescending words, Fang Ping's lips curled into a sneer, and he said, "I think you may not understand where your stronghold is. In fact, I do know. If it weren't for some other reasons, do you think you would be qualified to negotiate with me?"

I wouldn't mind taking your statue down and sinking it into the deep sea, letting time erase your soul.

Now, you should be begging me, not trying to fool those idiots like that!

Fang Ping pointed at the group of people on the ground, and their expressions immediately changed, but none of them dared to utter a sound.

Even the statue conveyed the anger in the Holy Lord's words, almost roaring, "The Holy Lord never accepts threats!"

Fang Ping didn't bother with any more words. He raised his hand and the statue of the Holy Lord hanging on the wall fell directly into his hand and was put into his backpack.

The figure began to fly towards the sea, and before long, a vast sea appeared before them. They raised their hands and took out the statue of the Holy Lord.

A panicked voice immediately rang out: "No, no, you can't do this! I'll agree to your request, everything will be fine!"

The absolute darkness and solitude within the backpack reminded the Holy Lord of Hell, a place he would never want to return to.

The backpack was even more terrifying, filled only with darkness.