Chapter 1877: All Your Divine Abilities Shall Be Useless

"This Southern God Race divine ability user is not to be underestimated..."

Inside the Inner Domain, Wang Chongsong stared blankly at Weng You, the image of the Deviant Snake Race divine ability user slitting his own throat still lingering vividly in his mind.

Although that Deviant Snake Race divine ability user didn't have the highest ranking, he was still firmly within the top fifty. In the vast Divine Realm's Sacred Tower Battle that occurred once every five hundred years, ranking in the top fifty within Longsheng City's bracket meant that, at the absolute worst, he was among the top five hundred sixth-transformation ability users across the entire Divine Realm. Furthermore, when looking into the Saint Tower Battles concurrently taking place in the other Saint Cities, finding sixth-transformation ability users as powerful as this Deviant Snake Race divine ability user would be hard.

"Striking a middle ground, he could at least rank around two hundred and fiftieth. And yet, an expert of this caliber slit his own throat after a mere glance? This kind of divine ability is simply too terrifying. Isn't the Southern God Race renowned for their raw strength? How could one of them awaken a mind-controlling ability?"

Wang Chongsong's eyes were filled with emotion. "With this kind of strength, instead of openly contending for first place fair and square, he went out of his way to trick a whole group of divine ability users into surrendering first. Even if his immortal essence isn't enough to sustain multiple uses of this ability, his degree of prudence is terrifyingly steady."

His perspective on the top twelve races was gradually being overturned.

The situation across the various races' Inner Domains was largely the same right now; all had fallen into a dead silence due to Weng You's strike. Forcing such a powerful peer from the Deviant Snake Race to smoothly commit suicide was a method that even the elites of the various races found difficult to comprehend.

***

High above within the pavilion in the void.

The Deviant Snake Race Saint suddenly let out a cold laugh, casting a sideways glance at the Southern God Race Saint. "I originally thought the wager between your Southern God Race and the God Race was merely a clash of tempers, but now it seems far from what we imagined."

"A junior suddenly awakening a rather unique divine ability is something even I, as an elder, did not anticipate. However, looking at it this way, our Southern God Race actually stands a good chance of taking a first-place title as well," said the Southern God Race Saint with a beaming smile. "In previous years, first place was always monopolized by the God Race. Occasionally, the seat needs to rotate to let someone else sit on it."

The God Race Saint, on the other hand, said nothing. He remained entirely calm and unruffled, not even sparing the Southern God Race Saint a single glance.

If the protagonist had been Fang Chen before, then right now, the Southern God Race's Weng You had drawn far more attention from the Half Saints and Saints. The opponent's background already dictated that if he could secure first place in this battle, he would have an incredibly bright future ahead of him. Becoming a Saint would be practically set in stone.

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Weng You swept a half-smile across the remaining crowd. "Are you all still not planning to surrender?"

One divine ability user questioned in a low voice, "A divine ability like yours may be formidable, but I doubt you can use it more than a few times, can you?"

The instant the words left his mouth, this divine ability user's face contorted in agony. Cold sweat poured profusely down his entire body, as if he were currently experiencing something utterly horrifying. In the end, he actually slammed a palm right into his own head, putting an end to his life.

From beginning to end, Weng You had done seemingly nothing. He had merely cast a single glance at him.

The remaining crowd instantly lost their composure. Having two peers of the same rank toyed with and killed so effortlessly by Weng You was already more than enough to prove that his counterpart's ability was remarkably divine.

Dai Congyun stared intently at Weng You before suddenly speaking up. "Is this the Southern God Eyes?"

"Southern God Eyes?"

The nearby divine ability users exchanged glances, completely unfamiliar with these words.

Dai Congyun's expression grew solemn. "Legend has it that the Southern God Race once produced a King who was born with a pair of aberrant pupils capable of controlling minds. Relying on these pupils, he carved out an incredibly fierce and notorious reputation during his era, before ultimately being slain in the Southern Divine Sea by another King of my race. Later on, his aberrant pupils came to be known as the Southern God Eyes."

Weng You smiled. "You certainly know quite a bit about the history of my race. But I do not know if my ability is the Southern God Eyes. I only know that none of you are a match for me."

Having said that, he cast a glance at Fang Chen and said flatly, "You, a member of a weak race, what are you still standing here for? You don't even possess the qualifications to listen to a dialogue between us powerful races. Why haven't you scrammed out of the Saint Tower yet?"

Dai Congyun sighed softly, casting a glance at Fang Chen. "It wasn't easy for the human race to produce someone like you. You should leave."

Fang Chen smiled back at Dai Congyun. "Brother Dai, I would still like to contest for first place. After all, an opportunity like this only comes once every five hundred years. It would be a pity to miss it."

Dai Congyun went blank for a brief moment before casting a rather strange look toward Weng You. If one wanted to contest for first place, they would at least have to withstand the Southern God Eyes.

Sure enough, hearing this, Weng You could not help but burst into laughter, and the several Southern God Race divine ability users beside him also started laughing along.

"Brat, did you truly think that just because we didn't have time to bother with you, you actually stood a chance to contest for first place?"

"You do possess a few methods, and your combat strength is likely on par with Dai Congyun, perhaps even a cut above. However, in front of the Southern God Eyes, all of your divine abilities shall be useless."

Weng You let out a soft laugh, his three heads turning in unison to face Fang Chen.

In that split second, Fang Chen felt as if he could perceive the sun, moon, stars, and the cosmic Qingming within Weng You's three pairs of pupils. Immediately after, a phantom figure spun and flew out from Weng You's body, landing directly in front of Fang Chen.

This was Weng You's divine soul!

He looked at Fang Chen with a half-smile, his gaze as though he were sizing up an ant.

His divine soul took a step forward, merging completely into Fang Chen's physical body.

With a mere shift of his thoughts, Fang Chen felt himself transported into a vast, blank, snowy-white void. Half of Weng You's divine soul's face appeared on the horizon, as massive as the firmament itself, looking down upon Fang Chen like a deity.

"You are currently experiencing the most painful memory from your childhood. To you, this experience is both agonizing and deeply etched into your soul. You shall experience this repeatedly, a hundred times over. In the end, unable to bear it, you will slit your own throat and die!"

Weng You's voice continuously echoed throughout this void. Seeing a trace of bewilderment in Fang Chen's eyes, the corners of his mouth could not help but curl up slightly.

"What kind of divine ability is this? When you use this ability, your divine ability has to enter my body? I thought you could directly manipulate another person's mind. If that's the case, wouldn't the people on the outside be able to kill you at any time?"

Fang Chen suddenly lifted his head to look at Weng You, a hint of confusion and doubt in his eyes.

He realized that this void seemed to have been constructed inside his own body by Weng You. The opponent had forcibly dragged his divine soul into this space as well, making it obey his commands. Not only that, he discovered that the power of Weng You's divine soul was exceptionally immense, far surpassing peers of the same rank by countless times.

It was just that compared to his own, it was still far, far inferior.

Weng You's brow furrowed slightly. Ignoring Fang Chen's questions, he continued, "You are currently experiencing the most painful memory from your childhood..."

Fang Chen frowned. "That's about enough out of you."

With a casual yank, his divine soul transformed into a ten-thousand-foot giant, directly dragging Weng You's figure down from beyond the horizon.

With their positions completely reversed, Weng You now stood where Fang Chen had originally been. When he lifted his head to look up, he saw Fang Chen's face, now as massive as the sky itself.

"You..."

"You are currently experiencing the most painful memory, and you shall experience it repeatedly, ten thousand times over..." Fang Chen chanted slowly.

Weng You's expression was blank at first, before suddenly turning into absolute terror...