Faustus spread out his mind power and searched the surroundings. Sure enough, he detected something abnormal.

Whoosh—!

As if realizing he had been discovered, Brand no longer hid himself. He turned into a streak of light and fled at incredible speed.

His secret art allowed him to condense all the vitality in his body, abandon his original body, and escape with his life.

This secret art had practically made him an undying existence.

What Daniel had killed just now was nothing more than an empty shell.

The real Brand had hidden himself long ago, and now he was fleeing desperately.

Escape!

Run faster!

This Daniel was far too terrifying!

Three Divine-grade powerhouses together had failed to deal with him. Instead, two of them had been killed by his counterattack.

Fortunately, his own secret art specialized in escape...

"Where do you think you can run?"

Killing intent gathered in Daniel’s eyes, and his figure dispersed into the void.

Divine-grade powerhouses possessed the trait of Thoughtstep, so it was very difficult for him to catch up.

But he did not mind.

He only wanted to see what other tricks Brand could still pull.

"Today, I will completely overturn the God Realm."

Faustus’s voice echoed through the void.

"I will slaughter them until rivers of blood flow. I will kill until fear chills them to the bone. I will kill until merely hearing my name makes them tremble in terror."

The hunt had officially begun!

"Faster! Faster! Faster!"

"As long as I reach Pantheon Summit Hall, I’ll be saved!"

Brand’s eyes were filled with urgency, and veins bulged on his forehead.

Pantheon Summit Hall stood above all the divine halls. It was the sacred land of the God Realm’s Divine-grade powerhouses.

The master of that temple was even an Oracle-grade existence who spent most of the year traveling through the stars. However, the hall itself still housed Divine-grade powerhouses from past generations who were in closed-door seclusion.

As long as he awakened them, then no matter how strong Faustus was, he would not be able to stir up any waves.

Brand refused to believe that madman would dare chase him all the way to Pantheon Summit Hall.

At last, the towering outline of a majestic structure appeared at the end of his vision. It reached into the clouds, golden and resplendent, grand and imposing.

Brand’s eyes lit up sharply. He practically threw himself inside.

"Quick! Hurry and awaken all Divine-grade powerhouses!"

He took out a communication treasure, his voice so urgent it was as if he were on fire.

"Everyone, the Godkin have reached a moment of life and death! Two sages guarding the God Realm have already fallen. Please awaken immediately and face the enemy!"

Several voices soon came from the communication treasure. Some were deep, while others were filled with surprise and doubt.

"What are you panicking for? What sort of existence has come?"

"Someone dares to kill a sage of my Godkin? Are they tired of living?"

"I’ll come meet him right now."

"It is an Aetherian human—Faustus!"

Brand gritted his teeth as he spoke that name.

"An Aetherian human? Isn’t that race no different from ants?"

"Are you sure you’re not mistaken? Can a place like that even produce any decent powerhouse?"

"And he killed our sages?"

The Divine-grade powerhouses still in deep slumber were all stunned.

Each time they entered dormancy, it lasted at least over a hundred thousand years.

Before they had gone into slumber, the Aetherian human race had not even been worth a single glance from them.

But how much time had passed?

An Aetherian human now dared to storm into the God Realm and had even slaughtered two sages in a row?

Whoosh—!

Faustus had arrived!

He hovered above Pantheon Summit Hall, robes whipping in the air as he looked down upon the temple beneath his feet, the very symbol of the God Realm’s supreme dignity.

Pantheon Summit Hall was the face of the God Realm. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

It was a sacred land.

It was the nest where countless Divine-grade powerhouses lay dormant.

It stood high above all things, overlooking every living being, like an eternal firmament that could never be crossed.

And today, Faustus had stepped on it.

"Brand—run. Go on. Run again if you have the ability."

The corner of his mouth curled into an icy arc. He raised his hand and condensed elemental power, forming a giant palm that blotted out the sky before slamming it down.

Under the lock of the Law of Causality, the ending was already determined.

Boom!

Rumble—rumble!

Wherever the giant palm passed, it crushed everything in its path, unstoppable.

"Human insect!"

Several furious shouts rang out from within Pantheon Summit Hall, their voices rolling like thunder.

"Stop!"

Several figures shot into the sky from the ruins. Their sage ranks unfolded, erupting with blinding radiance.

"A mere human dares come here seeking death!"

Boom!

Five sage ranks unfolded at the same time, pressing down like five colossal mountains. In an instant, they forced Faustus’s Divine Domain back.

That elemental giant palm sank into layer after layer of sage rank like falling into a swamp, before eventually disappearing without a trace.

"So many Divine-grade powerhouses?"

Faustus raised an eyebrow and swept his gaze over them.

There were not only Low Divine-grade powerhouses.

There were also several Mid Divine-grade existences.

Pantheon Summit Hall was the foremost of all the divine halls and the sacred land of the God Realm’s powerhouses.

Most Low Divine-grade and Mid Divine-grade powerhouses who were close to breaking through would choose to advance here.

As for higher-grade sages, the God Realm had no better place to offer them.

"You want to compete in numbers? I’m not afraid of you."

Faustus sneered. Around him, ninety-nine clones appeared out of thin air.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!

Ninety-nine clones appeared at the same time, each unleashing a supreme Divine Domain.

Every clone possessed power nearly identical to the original body.

"Abyssal Black Hole!"

The might of a secret art varied depending on the person who used it.

In Hiram’s hands, it had been nothing remarkable.

But in Faustus’s hands, its power was like heaven and earth in comparison.

Countless black holes emerged in an instant, merging into a vast ocean that devoured everything, enveloping the entire world.

"Immortal Icon!"

The ninety-nine clones expanded at the same time, transforming into giants ten thousand meters tall.

Some charged forward wildly.

Some raised enormous fists like falling meteors.

Some swung giant palms that covered the sky.

"That is a secret art of my God Realm... How does he know it too?"

The Divine-grade powerhouses of the God Realm were so shocked their eyes nearly popped out.

"Hiss—!"

"This power isn’t right... Not good! Dodge!"

"Is this person really a quasi-sage? I only slept for just over a hundred thousand years. Has the outside world already become like this?"

Some Divine-grade powerhouses began to wonder if they had fallen into an illusion.

Boom!

The ocean of black holes suddenly detonated.

Even the God Realm’s incomparably stable space could not withstand such terrifying power. It shattered one piece after another, revealing the chaos behind it.

The incomparably magnificent Pantheon Summit Hall was torn into dust. Countless shattered stones were swept into the chaotic void currents and vanished in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, the clones’ giant fists came smashing down like the collapse of the heavens, suppressing everything on the spot.

"My damage is empowered by the Law of Causality and Endless Divine Power..."

The corner of Faustus’s mouth lifted slightly.

This was equivalent to a curse that guaranteed both a hit and death.

Below Mid Divine-grade, one strike meant instant death!

The outcome held no suspense!

[Ding! You have killed the Divine-grade powerhouse Brand — Low Divine-grade!]

[Ding! You have obtained the God Realm secret art Vitality Draw — supreme-grade!]

[Ding! You have killed the Divine-grade powerhouse Brook — Divine-grade! You have obtained Primal Spirit ×10,000!]

[Ding! You have killed the Divine-grade powerhouse Walter — Low Divine-grade! You have obtained Primal Spirit ×10,000!]

...

System notifications exploded beside his ears like a torrential storm, densely packed and endless.

Faustus understood the situation clearly.

"There are still three Mid Divine-grade powerhouses alive."

His eyes turned cold.

For a Divine-grade powerhouse, every Rank breakthrough was as difficult as ascending to the heavens.

And once they broke through, their strength would undergo a tremendous leap.

Low-grade and Mid-grade were separated by only one step, but in essence, they were completely different.

"With my current strength, I can instantly kill a Low Divine-grade, but I still can’t instantly kill a Mid Divine-grade."

He pondered silently. That was because the grade of the secret arts in his hands was still not high enough.

If he could obtain even stronger secret arts, then things would be different.

"Although I can’t kill them instantly, I can... grind them to death."

His gaze landed on the few Divine-grade powerhouses who were still alive.

At this moment, they were already covered in wounds. The force of Endless Divine Power still lingered inside their bodies, stabbing into their flesh and blood like nails. It would not be so easy for them to recover.

The Mid Divine-grade powerhouses of the God Realm exchanged glances, and their eyes were filled with despair.

"What kind of joke is this... This human is absurdly strong."

"I’m already severely injured. If I take three more rounds, I won’t be able to hold on."

"To think that we, dignified sages, would be beaten into this state by a quasi-sage—and a human powerhouse at that. How laughable..."

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