Then, Let Them Offer Their Loyalty! Chapter 1688 - 696: Divine Kings Attack!

"Furthermore, his participation in this 'Heavenly God Trial' might mean he possesses more knowledge than we do."

"It's highly probable that he's aware of the exact slots available for the 'Heavenly God Trial.'"

Zhao Ji's words prompted a flash of understanding in Qiu Tu's eyes. As if a realization struck him, he couldn't help but close his eyes to check Bai Yi's current standing.

Fifth place.

If Qiu Tu's memory served him correctly, Bai Yi had been in fifth place right from the commencement of the 'Heavenly God Trial.'...

Now, the top four positions had seen significant shifts, yet he remained steadfastly in fifth.

Could this individual be manipulating his score?

If that were the case, wouldn't the number of slots for this 'Heavenly God Trial' be five?

Sometimes, information holds immense value. Zhao Ji's critical observation suddenly illuminated many hidden truths for Qiu Tu.

With this thought, he couldn't resist glancing at Zhao Ji beside him, eager to share his burgeoning theory.

At that precise moment. Suddenly! Two colossal auras and pressures surged from a distance, akin to immense tidal waves!

Despite the vast separation, the sheer pressure instilled an involuntary sense of awe in all who felt it! It was as if witnessing beings of a higher caliber, comparable to gazing upon the 'World Origin' itself!

In that instant, Qiu Tu trembled, then instinctively looked towards Zhao Ji.

As if fate willed it, Zhao Ji was also looking at him.

Their gazes met, and in each other's eyes, they read the same unspoken word: They have arrived!

Indeed, as the thought crossed their minds, the overwhelming auras rapidly expanded, engulfing both Qiu Tu and Zhao Ji.

The very air seemed to thicken, and all surroundings fell into an uncharacteristic silence under the immense deterrent power, as if the world itself bowed to their presence.

Despite possessing considerable strength, Qiu Tu felt an undeniable chill in the face of this majestic force.

Even having heard accounts of a Divine King's terrifying might, and knowing intellectually that Divine Kings naturally exuded such grandeur, the lived reality of confronting it made Qiu Tu realize his prior conceptions were inadequate.

It felt like a primal, instinctual fear, almost entirely independent of any perceived disparity in strength.

Sensing Qiu Tu's internal struggle, Zhao Ji subtly diverted her gaze towards him. Then, with a gentle extension of her domain, she softly enveloped Qiu Tu, effectively shielding him from the Divine King's oppressive aura.

Though only at the peak of the Eighth Rank, Zhao Ji had once resided at the Heavenly God Peak, having weathered countless formidable tempests. Thus, even when confronted by the Divine King's imposing aura, she remained unyielding.

Thus, the initial wave of their probe was effortlessly repelled.

Qiu Tu and Zhao Ji slowly rose from the rooftop, their gazes fixed in the direction from which the twin auras had emanated.

It remained uncertain whether this phenomenon was an extraordinary cataclysmic ability or a natural shift in the heavens and earth precipitated by the Divine Kings' arrival.

What materialized before them was a sky-consuming expanse of black cloud. This ominous mass advanced like relentless tides, wave upon wave, descending upon Dragon Burying City, exuding a terrifying pressure that rendered the entire city a vision of impending doom.

However, as peak Eighth Rank Great Evil Gods, neither Qiu Tu nor Zhao Ji were swayed by this intimidating spectacle.

On the contrary, their vision effortlessly pierced through the layers of dark miasma, directly fixating upon Longchuan Ying, the East God King, and Tian Nu, the West God King, who hovered majestically in the sky.

In this endeavor to eliminate Zhao Ji, both evidently committed their utmost strength and sincerity, choosing to manifest their true forms.

Their true bodies bore a distinct divergence from their usual appearances.

The East God King was clad in a form-fitting black attire, her slender figure accentuated, and her face concealed by a ghost-face mask. She presented herself as a perilous black rose, alluring yet concealing lethal danger.

Meanwhile, the West God King, garbed in a voluminous brown fur coat and standing at an imposing two meters, bore a massive golden saber slung across his back. His square-cut jaw exuded an aura of both might and dominance.

Their appearances presented a stark, dramatic dichotomy, reminiscent of beauty and the beast.

Compared to Zhao Ji, Qiu Tu was evidently more suited for direct engagement. Thus, without awaiting Zhao Ji's initiation, he stepped forward resolutely. Facing the heavens veiled in rolling black clouds, he issued the pre-battle challenge,

"May I inquire, Divine Kings, what brings your esteemed presence to Dragon Burying City today?"

As the supreme potentates of this realm, the East God King clearly possessed her own unyielding pride.

She did not delegate the response to the West God King but instead parted the obscuring black mist herself. With her hands clasped behind her back, her sharp eyes, peeking from beneath the ghost-face mask, quietly observed Qiu Tu before speaking,

"Qiu Tu, the reasons for my presence here should be clearer to you than anyone."

"Therefore, why inquire so deliberately?"

As she uttered these words, her gaze shifted to Zhao Ji, and she continued, "Xi Yue, we once stood as comrades in arms; you should possess a more profound understanding of that era than anyone."

"Expelling the Heavenly Gods and severing the World Channel, ensuring this world remains separate from the conflicts of the 'Heavenly God Battlefield,' represents the optimal path for all beings within it."

"Consequently, due to our decisive action, this realm has enjoyed centuries of tranquility."

With her hands clasped behind her back and a detached expression, she declared, "I cannot permit this commendable state of affairs to be shattered by your actions."

"Therefore, do not harbor resentment towards me. Our sole objective is the safeguarding of this world."

Zhao Ji, a man of few words traditionally, offered a slight, knowing smile upon hearing the East God King's pronouncements. He responded, "Refrain from employing such sanctimonious rhetoric."

"This so-called protection of the world... is it not merely a path towards isolation and stagnation?"

"Is this truly protection, or a slow form of self-destruction?"