Chapter 1045 - Macrocosm

The Death God King’s declaration caused Di Bin to scowl. He’d been played.

“Death, you think you’re the strongest in the Divine Civilization? Since you won’t listen to reason, I’ll kill you too!” Di Bin released his Chaos Energy at full power. His aura climbed to the peak Mesocosm rank.

The Death God King stepped forward with a serious look, shielding Xu Hai and Han Wu behind him. Dense Death Energy rose from his body. His Four Dharma Manifestations answered his call and materialized alongside him, amplifying his presence further. He was a peak Mesocosm fighter as well.

Their pressures collided.

The arena floor split apart, and the space around them trembled as if on the verge of shattering. The spectators marveled.

It seemed the Death God King truly deserved his reputation as the Divine Civilization’s strongest public figure. Astonishingly, Di Bin alone could match him. That showed that the reclusive families were no joke.

Han Wu watched anxiously, wanting to help with his own Mesocosm power.

Xu Hai held him back. “Trust your godfather. He hasn’t shown his full strength yet.”

If someone else had said these words, perhaps Han Wu would not have believed them. However, this was Xu Hai. His words were almost certainly the truth. Han Wu calmed himself and observed.

The standoff intensified. Di Bin threw everything he had into his aura, drawing on both his Microcosms and his units’ energy reserves.

The Death God King matched him step for step, always staying just slightly ahead.

Di Bin was fuming. As the patriarch of the Chaos Clan, losing to the Death God King was equivalent to his clan losing to the Death Faction. If news spread amongst the reclusive families, his clan’s reputation would be gone!

Pushing past his body’s limits, he overloaded himself, forcing out even more pressure.

The Death God King stayed steady. Every time Di Bin escalated, he matched it.

“Surrender. You can’t beat me,” the Death God King said. He was offering Di Bin an exit. Di Bin was the patriarch of a reclusive family with deep roots. The Death God King preferred not to push things to the extreme unless absolutely necessary.

Di Bin refused, clouded by anger. “Keep resisting me if you can. The moment you let up, I’ll rip that kid’s head off. I’ll kill every last one of you for what happened to my son!”

With that, his aura surged higher. He was overloading his body to fight the Death God King to the death.

The Death God King sighed. He’d given the man enough chances. Di Bin just wouldn’t take any of them.

Fine. No more restraint.

The Four Dharma Manifestations merged into the Death God King’s body. His aura blew past the Mesocosm ceiling and crashed into the Macrocosm rank.

The pressure was instantaneous and absolute. Di Bin was crushed flat against the ground. The spectators shot to their feet with gasps of shock. The Death God King had reached the Macrocosm rank!

Han Wu stared at the Death God King’s back in surprise. In the past, the Death God King had struggled to fight against one of the Thirteen Guards, but it appeared that he had been faking it.

“After the war against the Life Faction, the Death God King resolved his inner demons[1]. His strength surged, and he broke through to the Macrocosm rank,” Xu Hai explained.

“No wonder he was so confident,” Han Wu said, glancing at Di Bin.

Di Bin lay pinned under the pressure, his dignity shattered. This peak Mesocosm fighter had run wild only for a Macrocosm force to flatten him before countless, much weaker spectators. A century’s worth of building their clan’s reputation had been reduced to nothing, just like that.

“Do you yield?” the Death God King asked. He was reluctant to kill Di Bin because doing so meant having to rip the Chaos Clan’s roots out completely.

“Just keep holding me down.” Di Bin spat. “The moment you let go, that boy is dead.”

The Death God King’s brow creased. This man is impossible. Does he really think I won’t?

“This is it. Promise to leave Han Wu alone, and I will release you,” he offered one last time. “If not...”

Di Bin’s expression twisted. Only one thought consumed his mind: break free and kill Han Wu to avenge Di Hong. The Death God King’s words hardly even registered to him.

Still, having been defeated, he had no other option but to comply.

“Fine. I won’t touch Han Wu. Let me go,” he said in a suspiciously flat voice.

The Death God King believed him. A Mesocosm fighter’s word meant something. If not, their reputation would be in shambles. So, he lifted the pressure.

Di Bin immediately put some distance between himself and the Death God King.

“I won’t harm you anymore,” the Death God King assured him. “As long as you don’t hurt Han Wu.”

Di Bin laughed maniacally. “As long as I don’t hurt Han Wu? Save that line for the ancestor of the Chaos Clan!”

With that, he pulled out a purple-gold token from his pocket and crushed it.

A passage appeared behind him. An even more frightening aura radiated from the passage as an elder with snow-white hair stepped forward. He was hunched over and appeared to have one foot already in his grave.

When the Death God King saw the old man, however, he stepped back numerous paces and went into a defensive stance. His expression was grave.

Han Wu was taken aback. Who can make the Death God King react like that?

Di Bin revealed the answer as he threw himself to the ground before the old man. “Unworthy descendant Di Bin was unable to avenge our fallen clansman. I beg our ancestor to display his might and uphold the Chaos Clan’s honor.”

The spectators booed furiously. When the son couldn’t win, he’d called his father. Now the father couldn’t win either, so he’d summoned the clan’s ancestor. How many generations of backup did the Chaos Clan have on speed dial?[2]

“Who killed my Chaos Clan’s heir? Kill yourself now, and I, Di Zangtian, might leave you with a complete corpse,” the old man said.

Ten types of elemental Jurisdiction energy erupted from his body and merged into a Chaos Energy so dense it overwhelmed even the Death God King’s Death Energy.

1. Never thought I would see this term here ☜

2. After the ancestor, there’s the ancestor’s father too, probably, or the matriarch. ☜