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In just a short time, the degree of weakening reached 20%.

It may seem like a minor impact, but in reality, it's an extreme exaggeration.

It's like someone who could originally see 100 meters now only has 80 meters; someone who could originally lift 1,000 pounds can now only bear 800 pounds at most. And this is a comprehensive weakening, the impact on combat power is unimaginable.

Its massive, mountain-like body continued to retreat. Under the constant weakening from all sides, the giant sun could no longer withstand the crushing force, and its physical body showed signs of continuous collapse.

If it weren't for the large amount of blood that was constantly repairing his injuries, his body would probably have exploded on the spot in no time, but this was just a matter of prolonging his life.

As Zhong Hui had said before, he was not truly immortal. Once the lifeblood that kept him alive was exhausted, that would be the time for his death.

Staring intently at the increasingly sacred and invincible figure, Ju Yang forcibly suppressed his fear of death and roared fiercely, "Damn you! I am the God-King! How could I be suppressed by you? Die! Die!"

Zhong Hui ignored the dying man's barking.

From the moment he comprehended the way of battle, the outcome of this fight was already predetermined.

His fighting spirit never dies, and the battle never ends. His battle rules cover a ten-meter radius around him, evolving into a battle zone.

Within this domain, if the enemy's fighting spirit is weaker than his and they feel fear, he will be suppressed from the inside out and will never have a chance to turn the tide.

Surrender, or die.

These are the only two roads Juyang has now.

"I am the Heavenly Emperor, and I shall slay all enemies in the world!"

When the roar of the emperor resounded, the invincible figure of the giant sun, whose exact outline had never been discernible, seemed to truly come to life.

In the vast expanse of time and space, only this eternal figure stands. Across the heavens and the boundless world, all things bow down in humility. There is no rival in the world who can match him, exuding an aura of unparalleled solitude.

The Emperor is Invincible!

This is a permanent certificate!

Of course, this was just an illusion created by Zhong Hui's fighting spirit reaching its peak, causing the terrified Ju Yang to feel this way.

That alone is enough.

When fear takes deep root and cannot be dispelled or even suppressed, Juyang's defeat is destined to be irreversible.

The once arrogant and ferocious crimson giant now appeared as small as an ant, its power continuously weakening. Even its ability to fight back became hesitant and timid, and it could only be constantly suppressed and defeated.

Finally, with a loud "boom," the giant sun's arm was the first to succumb to the pressure and explode. Its massive body, riddled with cracks, crashed heavily to the ground, where the shattered earth was stained red with blood, forming pools of blood.

He lay there on the ground, unable to get up, uttering weak moans as if his life had come to an end.

As the saying goes, "beat a dog when it's down."

Zhong Huifei stepped forward and, under Ju Yang's horrified gaze, slammed his fist into Ju Yang's head, causing a dazzling burst of crimson fireworks to erupt on the spot.

Blood gushed out rapidly, and the head recovered in the blink of an eye.

Another punch, and another repair.

The bloody and cruel scene of a skull being blown off and then rapidly healed was repeated over and over again.

Perhaps it was divine mercy, for this torment did not last long.

After its head was repeatedly smashed, the giant sun's blood vessels, which it used to repair itself, became increasingly scarce. Without enough vitality to sustain it, its massive body began to shrink and become smaller.

When another punch landed, Ju Yang's head exploded again. This time, the repair speed was obviously slower, and it took more than ten seconds to fully recover.

This means that his life force, which is essential for his immortality, is being severely depleted, and his life is nearing its end.

Am I going to die?

How could I, the king, die here?

A strong sense of resentment and the will to survive surged into his heart, briefly suppressing the deep-rooted fear within him. Ju Yang wanted to rebel against Zhong Hui, who was suppressing him.

But when his gaze met that invincible figure again, his will to survive instantly crumbled, and the suppressed fear surged back up, firmly occupying his entire heart.

The more afraid you are, the less likely you are to win.

Just as only the brave receive flowers and glory, the cowardly only suffer defeat.

If this continues, he is certain to die.

Ju Yang was well aware of the situation. Seeing that there was no other way, he had no choice but to temporarily abandon his pride as a god-king. Taking advantage of the fact that his head had just healed, he hurriedly shouted, "Stop! I surrender!"

Whether you admit defeat or not is none of my business.

Zhong Hui didn't even lift his eyelids, continuing to pound his fist down, clearly determined to fight to the death.

"Stop, stop..."

His head exploded again, taking a full twenty seconds to recover. Ju Yang hurriedly shouted, "I surrender! I'm willing to be a prisoner! Whatever you want to ask, I'll tell you everything!"

With death looming overhead, everything else became meaningless, and he completely abandoned the pride of being a god-king he once spoke of.

"Headquarters has already taken in more than twenty prisoners, including two God-Kings. Do you think you, a mere five-star God Envoy, can produce more useful information than they can?" Zhong Hui didn't take him seriously and just wanted to kill him as soon as possible.

As the fist was about to fall on him again, Ju Yang twisted his body desperately and shouted, "Wait! I have information that none of the other divine messengers know!"

The fist suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Zhong Hui's face showed some interest: "Go ahead and speak."

"You have to promise me you'll let me go after you tell me the information." Ju Yang calmed himself down and tried to bargain.

"puff"

With a muffled thud, the head exploded, and the headless corpse lay quietly in a pool of blood.

"Zhong Hui!"

Seeing that the battle was over, Cangxing and the other two hurried over from a distance. As soon as they arrived, they saw the headless corpse in the pool of blood.

"Juyang...is dead?" Bai Lu's mouth gaped open, her face full of disbelief.

This is a five-star divine envoy, and the strength he just unleashed even hinted at the possibility of reaching six stars. Even Cangxing and Yingguang, who had previously believed in Zhong Hui's strength, thought this battle would be difficult to win and even planned to request support from headquarters.

But when Zhong Hui unleashed a power that no one had ever seen before, the situation was completely reversed.

The once mighty and invincible Giant Sun God Envoy began to fall into a disadvantageous position and was constantly suppressed. Now he actually died just like that, and he died at the hands of Zhong Hui, who was two stars lower than him.

The result before their eyes was like a dream. Even though the three of them saw the headless corpse on the ground with their own eyes, they still found it hard to believe.

"Not quite dead yet, but not far from it either."

A soft voice rang out, and the three of them snapped out of their shock. Then they saw thin lines of blood gushing out from the severed neck, intertwining and forming a brand new head.

Ju Yang, who had narrowly escaped death, gasped for breath, his eyes filled with relief at surviving the ordeal.

During that long silence of more than thirty seconds, he really thought he was going to die.

"woke up?"

Zhong Hui grinned and raised his hand as if preparing to throw a punch.

Ju Yang stared at the stunningly beautiful yet cruel and terrifying face before him, his heart pounding with fear. He was terrified. If this happened a few more times, he feared he would really lose his life here today.

"If you spare my life, I'll tell you the news. This matter is related to destiny! It will be extremely useful to you!" In order to save his life, he roared out these words at an extremely fast pace.

"Oh?"

These words clearly piqued Zhong Hui's interest, causing him to stop his fist from falling.

The other three, hearing that the topic involved "fate," also became interested and stared intently at the trembling giant sun.

"Speak up!" Seeing that he didn't speak for a long time, Bai Lu kicked him impatiently.

Ju Yang's face was dented from the kick, and he spat out broken teeth and blood, but his eyes still held a stubborn look as he looked at Zhong Hui.

"Alright, I agree."

Upon hearing Zhong Hui's statement, Ju Yang breathed a slight sigh of relief, but then became uneasy again: "You're not lying to me, are you?"

In my thirty-plus years of experience, I've seen plenty of people who take advantage of others and then turn their backs on you.

Zhong Hui scoffed, "Why would I, the Emperor, need to lie to you?"

“An enemy who is defeated by me is never considered an opponent by me. Killing you is just a matter of turning my hand.”

"If the information you provide is indeed useful, why not spare your life?"

His eyes were sharp as stars, and his demeanor was arrogant and confident. Even though his words sounded overly arrogant, they seemed perfectly appropriate to his current appearance.

Ju Yang's eyes flickered uncertainly. After hesitating for a few seconds, he finally let out a long sigh: "Alright, I'll tell you."

Zhong Hui adopted a posture of listening attentively.

The three of them, Cangxing and his companions, were completely focused, afraid of missing even a single word.

"The news is... there's something wrong with destiny."

"what?"

Before Zhong Hui could speak, Bai Lu put on an expression that said, "Are you kidding me?"

The next second, she stepped on Ju Yang's face, behaving in a way completely out of character, and spoke in a delinquent-like tone: "What do you mean there's a problem with destiny? Explain yourself clearly, or I'll have Zhong Hui smash your head in right now, understand?"

I endure, I endure... Today's suffering is for tomorrow's success... Ju Yang said, "I'm not entirely sure about the specifics, but I do know that the person who was exposed before wasn't the real traitor. Otto is the traitor; he's been infiltrating Destiny for a long time."

These words shocked the three people present, sending chills down their spines.

Is Kaneki not a traitor?

Is the real traitor Otto?

If he really had been lurking in Destiny for a long time, does that mean that all his past actions were under the other party's surveillance?

"Don't panic!"

Zhong Hui frowned, sensing something amiss: "If Otto had been lurking in Schicksal all along, why did he remain inactive until the witch disappeared before taking action? And..."

His words abruptly stopped, his gaze hardening as he stared intently into Ju Yang's pupils: "Where did you get this information from?"

The image of that invincible phantom seemed to reappear before Ju Yang's eyes. He swallowed hard, still shaken. "I can't answer the previous question. As for the source of the information, it's like this: a few days ago, the divine envoys left the divine kingdom. In a desolate mountain, I encountered a person whose face I couldn't see. This person said that I was destined by heaven, that I could become a king or ancestor, and that I was qualified to control the new world in the future. This encounter was to help me improve my strength..."

"Oh~"

Cang Xing suddenly realized and couldn't help but say, "No wonder your strength is so exaggerated, completely not up to the standard of a five-star divine envoy. It turns out someone is giving you a cheat code behind the scenes."

Ju Yang nodded awkwardly.

"Continue!" Zhong Hui said, and Bai Lu suddenly exerted force with the soles of her feet.