World Version Updates-Chapter 471 - 302: The Fall of the Angel King

The king of the seven archangels scrutinized the ruined temple, his gaze finally settling on the figure sitting cross-legged on the cushion below the altar.

He spoke no further, but each of them found a relatively intact cushion and slowly took their seats.

The act of sitting down and the way they looked at Lu Yan involuntarily carried an indescribable gravity.

This pressure, emanating from the surrounding environment and the intangible aura of immortality, was something those splendid, majestic, and sacred palaces could never achieve.

Sitting calmly below the altar, as if naturally in the central position, Lu Yan slowly lifted his eyes after the seven archangel kings were seated, and spoke in a resonant voice:

"Those who are present here have been guided by the only ones awakening in this world. Since that is the case, there is no need for pretenses."

Pausing slightly, a curve appeared at the corner of Lu Yan's mouth, displaying a perfectly arrogant smile:

"On behalf of the Underworld, I wish to spread the faith of the Underworld in this enigmatic version.

And Emperor Fengdu will ascend to the stars, sharing the ancient cosmic banquet with the only ones.

This is not a request, but a decree from Emperor Fengdu!"

The calm words instantly stirred great waves in the deathly silent temple.

The most hot-tempered Storm Archangel King was the first to lose control, standing up suddenly with a furious expression.

In an instant, a fierce wind roared and clouds churned, the bright day sky turned pitch black, endless thunder brewed above, seemingly manifesting with his emotional fluctuations, appearing above the Yellow Springs.

"Arrogant!"

A furious shout echoed through the void!

Amidst the rolling sea of thunder, the storm and lightning madly converged and compressed, finally transforming into a blinding golden lightning that seemed to hover between reality and illusion.

This lightning was no ordinary thing; entwined with the incomplete singularity of the storm path, like a sharp sword wielded by a deity, it tore through the sky and descended fiercely above the Yellow Springs.

The boundary between real and unreal collapsed under the golden lightning, the thunder striking that murky water of the Yellow Springs River, and more specifically aiming at the central, dilapidated Ancestral Hall on the river.

Its might was as if intending to cleave the Yellow Springs of legend, obliterating everything it held, including this temple and the beings within.

The other six archangel kings watched the scene before them with subtle expressions.

They neither interfered nor spoke, merely observing quietly, attempting to glean more information from Lu Yan's subsequent response.

As beings rooted in the path of the deities, the archangel kings, who ultimately becomes the vessels for the descent of the seven great gods, inevitably have emotional and behavioral patterns that align extremely closely with the essence of their paths.

The Storm Archangel King, mastering the storm path, naturally has a temper as volatile and uncontrollable as a storm.

To them, Lu Yan's words were nothing less than a direct and blatant provocation; the Storm Archangel King's first strike was both an expression of his nature and, to some extent, represented the collective will of the seven archangel kings.

To test Lu Yan, or rather to probe Emperor Fengdu's depth through Lu Yan.

If Lu Yan could effortlessly counter this strike, displaying sufficient strength and confidence, then they naturally had the qualifications to continue discussions, even on topics like spreading faith and sharing the banquet, which seemed utterly absurd to them.

Yet, if Lu Yan struggled in response, perhaps even revealing signs of distress and weakness, then what awaited him would no longer be a trial, but a united, relentless assault from the remaining six archangel kings to thoroughly subdue this naive Underworld Envoy.

However, facing the endless thunder roaring and raging above the Yellow Springs, and that golden lightning carrying an incomplete singularity capable of threatening any existence below the True God, Lu Yan only smiled.

He remained casually seated on the cushion, not even bothering to stand, merely shaking his head gently, his smile filled with undisguised coldness and pity.

"As expected, an archangel king from a small place." His voice wasn't loud, yet it clearly reached the ears of every archangel king, "With merely an incomplete singularity from the old days in hand, do you presume yourself at the pinnacle of all beings, second only to the world's only ones?

Acting so recklessly, are you ready to bear the consequences?"

As his words fell, the golden lightning rudely shattered the innate concepts of end and death contained within the Yellow Springs River, with an unmatched might, it struck viciously upon this Ancestral Hall that seemed on the verge of complete collapse.

The power unleashed by a Sequence One Archangel King, when acting in anger, was terrifying enough to easily annihilate an ordinary Hidden Evil God.

If in the outside world, facing such a strike, Lu Yan's only choice would likely be to immediately summon the Emperor's Dharma Aspect and leverage the order of the Divine Court through Fengdu City to barely survive.

But such an action would nearly mean all of Lu Yan's cards were laid out, and even if he barely parried the first strike, he would subsequently face the siege of at least six archangel kings, leading to an almost certain defeat.

However, that is in the outside world.

And this place is not governed by the Seven Gods Order.

This is the Ancestral Hall of the Taiyi Sect, the fallen ground of the ancient world's only Taiyi Immortal!