Pretending To Be A Boss-Chapter 828 - 30 The God of Destruction’s Regret_2

828: Chapter 30: The God of Destruction’s Regret_2

828 -30: The God of Destruction’s Regret_2

Junlin’s expression softened a bit.

Tang Xian also felt the pressure suddenly lessen.

He appeared unconcerned on the surface, but inside, waves were surging.

The Nether Phoenix’s obsession, though certainly not as powerful as that of an apocalyptic-level creature, could not leave the Sin Snatching Territory.

But Tang Xian had not anticipated that a creature like that also existed within the Myriad Beasts Court.

Even if the geographic advantage of the Ghostly Gorge were not considered, simply based on combat strength, this Junlin’s power was above that of the Nether Phoenix.

Tang Xian continued to persuade, finding common ground between his own interests and those of Junlin.

His analysis was logical and coherent, leaving Junlin unable to find any fault.

For the sea beasts, the position of overlord of this sea area was naturally very revered, although Junlin himself did not care for it at all.

[Are you some kind of sea beast?]

“I am not from this sea area, but indeed, I suppose I am some kind of sea beast.

My true form is a creature called a ‘Timid Sea Beast.'”

[Never heard of it.]

Indeed, Junlin had not heard of it, nor did he care.

What Tang Xian wanted was precisely for him to have never heard of it, given that these creatures lived within the Sea God, responsible for cleaning the Sea God’s heart chamber.

In theory, apart from himself and his father Tang Wen, no one else would know.

[You have concealed your power, but do not think you can compare with me.

If you interfere with my duel with the Red Emperor, I will kill you at any moment.]

“As you wish.

Just sit back and enjoy the show.”

…

…

The next day.

With that trident in hand, Tang Xian truly felt like a thorough sea beast, and the sensation of breathing in the vast ocean was extremely satisfying.

At that moment, following the Sea Fiend’s command, the eighteen strongest sea beasts of the Divine Sea Domain, along with two outsiders, entered the arena.

But the arena had undergone major changes compared to the previous day.

For the massive stands and boundaries had been destroyed by the Red Emperor.

Now, the arena had almost no boundaries, turning it into a true battlefield of slaughter.

In the time to come, the twenty sea beasts would engage in battle, each for their own camp.

Throughout the sea domain, these sea beasts must rely on their strategies, terrain advantages, innate abilities, and brute strength to become the ultimate victor.

The Red Emperor and the Sea Fiend remained in the stands, closely watching the entire battlefield.

The Sea Fiend said:

“Why would our master, a loner, set up a battle scenario that encourages cooperation among participants?”

In the Sea Fiend’s recollection, the Sea God possessed the strongest power in the world, not needing to cooperate with any creature, even against insurmountable foes.

The Red Emperor said:

“An existence capable of defeating me will receive the ‘Dominance Power’ left by our master, as promised.”

The Sea Fiend expressed doubt:

“Is that just a part of the inheritance?”

As a Guardian of the Sea God’s legacy, the Sea Fiend was essentially a servant, living with the Red Emperor for hundreds of years, mostly assisting the Red Emperor in managing this sea domain.

But the real mystery of the inheritance was known only to the Red Emperor.

The Red Emperor nodded.

“I remember asking you about these things before, but you never wanted to tell me,” the Sea Fiend said with a laugh.

It did not laugh for long, as the smile gradually faded away.

Beneath the blood-red armor, one cannot actually see the Red Emperor’s expression, but the sea monster can sense whether the Red Emperor is serious and solemn or not.

At this moment, the Red Emperor has a very solemn expression.

“This time, I have a premonition…

our mission may soon be complete.”

“You mean…

Impossible, that Junlin is indeed strong; I admit that the scene where it killed the Split Squid was beyond my imagination in strength, but it absolutely cannot surpass you!” The sea monster is somewhat nervous.

The Red Emperor says:

“Complete dominion power, the master left behind other conditions.

Although I admire those true powerhouses who do not rely on strategy, defeating nineteen challengers on the same platform with overwhelming martial prowess, even such existences are only entrusted by the master with the power of dominion.”

The sea monster is very curious:

“Then how is the master’s complete legacy to be obtained…”

“If someone relies on scheming, continuously integrates others, eliminates those who are different, and finally comes before me, defeating my existence with the least loss, only then can they obtain the complete legacy—the powers of both vertical and horizontal dominion,” says the Red Emperor.

Upon hearing this, the sea monster was silent for a long time.

It looks at the Red Emperor several times, whose gaze is very calm.

The sea monster suddenly understands.

Things that it can think of in a short time, the Red Emperor has naturally figured out thoroughly over hundreds of years.

“So the master still has regrets.” There is a touch of sadness in the sea monster’s tone.

“Yes, it dominated throughout its life, unmatched by any beast, but it was also lonely.

Among the six great beast gods, only its master was the most isolated and weakest.”

The Red Emperor sighs softly:

“The legend has already died, and all beasts believe the master of those years to be unrestrained and disdainful of joining others.

But in fact, the master…is just not good at doing these things.”

“It is the most powerful creature in the world but solitary by nature, without close relations with the other beast gods.

Although there were not a few beasts who admired the name of the God of Destruction, those who could accept the master’s temper, those who could endure almost cruel training for themselves, there were not many at all.”

The Red Emperor’s eyes are filled with reverence:

“All beings rely on evolution, thinking that gods are just a higher level of evolutionary product, but only the master believed in becoming god through relentless refining.

It spent its life cultivating and fighting, finally breaking through its own limits.

However, because of this, it had no friends.”

“The Twilight Battle of the Gods was not because the master had no intention of joining hands with others.

The master simply felt that without the bond of sharing life and death, why drag others into a mutual demise?

Therefore, it faced the battle alone and ultimately fell.”

The sea monster knows the Red Emperor’s reverence for the God of Destruction and comforts it softly:

“At least the master lived in the way it wanted.”

The Red Emperor slowly shakes its head, speaking sadly:

“Quite the contrary, the master did not live the life it wanted.

Before it perished, the master simply settled its affairs, asking me to bury it in the Hungry Sea.

In earlier years, I also thought the master lived freely, unrestrained and uninhibited, and even in defeat, it fought the most spectacular battle in the world.

It should have had no regrets.”

With another long sigh, the Red Emperor says:

“But later I understood why the master split the powers of domination and why it wanted to gift the complete power to the scheming ones.

All this shows that the master did have regrets in its heart.”

“Those who can integrate others for their own use must have an uncommon ability to discern and strategize.

Those who arrive before me with minimal loss are surely skilled in combat.

Perhaps their fighting looks dull, but they are definitely the ones who can last the longest on the battlefield.”

“The master’s life was definitely lived with unconstrained freedom, but it still had regrets—dying in a duel with a powerful opponent sounds very heroic, and to the later generations, such legendary stories still ignite the blood even after hearing them numerous times.

But the truth of battle, if not for victory and survival, is a foolish act.

Perhaps what the master sought was someone equally powerful who could make up for what it lacked in life.”

Deep down, the Red Emperor still prefers the existence like the God of Destruction.

A true overlord is unencumbered, crushing everything with absolute power—that is its ultimate pursuit.

But it still heeds the words of the Red Emperor, and in the previous ranking battles, it also saw that possibility.

“But such an existence, there couldn’t be one, right?

Whoever defeats you, in the final melee, will inevitably be targeted; their only choice is to defeat everyone,” the sea monster says.

The Red Emperor gently shakes its head, saying:

“What if that person has never revealed their strength from the start?”

The sea monster had thought that the existence the Red Emperor was wary of was the outsider, Junlin.

But at this moment, it realizes that the Red Emperor has been focusing on the most inconspicuous little one on the field all along.

It says doubtfully:

“Could it be that you think there is someone stronger than that Junlin?”

The Red Emperor doesn’t speak but gives a look, signaling the sea monster to begin the final competition.