Chapter 1125

With a second toll of the

Bell That Subdues Evil

, Little White burst from Ye Yu’s arms and let out a pained, bestial roar at Taishi Xiaxin. In an instant, its true form was revealed beyond doubt: the body of a deer, the face of a goat, horns of an ox, and tail of a tiger; ten wings sprouted from its back—five black, five white—and its scarlet hide pulsed like seething blood qi. That cold, utterly brutal aura made every god present’s heart tremble. They knew this aura all too well: an Evil God—without question an Evil God—had infiltrated Wuzhong Mountain. Such a disgrace!

Taishi Xiaxin barked, “You insolent Ye Yu! No wonder you dared refine the

Arrow of Divine Punishment

. It wasn’t you who was the Evil God, but you who raised a divine beast into one! In its aura I sensed the flesh-and-blood Evil God Shen Kangren. Has Shen Kangren possessed this beast... or has this beast devoured Shen Kangren?”

Ye Yu said nothing, his brow creasing tightly. Damn—he almost forgot. After devouring Shen Kangren, Little White had inherited much of his power. Strictly speaking, it had become an Evil Divine Beast. And to the gods of Wuzhong Mountain, there was no distinction: any Evil Divine Beast was as reviled as an Evil God. They would show it zero mercy. Today, without fail, Little White could not leave alive.

Ye Yu’s mind raced for a way out. Though he had broken into the Heavenly God Realm, against nearly a hundred gods he stood no chance alone. His only hope was to join forces with Little White and carve a bloody path before the others could react. Yet Little White was clearly suppressed—between its agonized roar and now frozen stillness, only two breaths had passed. Wuzhong Mountain’s guardian treasure was aptly named!

Seeing Ye Yu silent, Taishi Xiaxin’s lips curved in scorn. In his eyes Ye Yu was nothing but a cornered animal. “If you refuse to speak, then stay silent. Surrender, and I may spare your life. Resist and you will surely die!” Tian Jingzhe beside him nodded slightly, and the surrounding gods closed in. Some even murmured Wuzhong Mountain’s oath under their breath: “Evil Gods must die!” Once one spoke, the others followed—it was their unshakable creed.

Ye Yu did not bother explaining—what use? “I shouldn’t have to explain to any of you,” he thought. With a thought, the freshly refined

Arrow of Divine Punishment

whipped around him, forcing back the approaching gods. Taishi Xiaxin, however, formed a secret seal with both hands and the arrow froze in midair. No surprise—Taishi Xiaxin had tampered with the artifact.

Ye Yu surged forward, pulling out the

Evil God’s Terminus

and pulling its trigger. Three thousand arrows rained down like a gale of steel, each more powerful than the last. Taishi Xiaxin’s gaze had been fixed on the

Arrow of Divine Punishment

—he had no time to react. Yet not one arrow struck him. Just as they were about to hit, a phantom of the

Bell That Subdues Evil

appeared, blocking every bolt.

Ye Yu arched an eyebrow. As he’d suspected, the bell did more than suppress Evil—it protected its bearer. Otherwise, Taishi Xiaxin, a mere Early Ancient God Realm cultivator, could never have survived Shen Kangren’s flesh-and-blood power. But that was exactly what Ye Yu needed: the bell’s divine power was split to shield Taishi Xiaxin, weakening its hold on Little White.

In the moment the bell divided its power, Little White sprang into action. With a savage roar, it lashed out, its hooves striking the mirrored fabric of space and shattering it to fragments. Free at last, the beast swelled to ten zhang in height, eyes blazing crimson, eager to rend the artifact that had bound it. But at Ye Yu’s silent command, it cooled its fury, scooped Ye Yu onto its back, and barreled outward.

Before departing, ✪ Nоvеlіgһt ✪ (Official version) it spat wildly at Taishi Xiaxin. Though the drool dispersed damage widely, the bell’s shield protected Taishi Xiaxin. But Tian Jingzhe and the others were not so fortunate—when the acidic saliva splashed over them, they felt a burning corruption eat into their divine bodies. “Ugh!” They shrieked, bewildered that a beast’s saliva could harm them so grievously.

Taishi Xiaxin, secure within the bell’s protection, shouted, “Stop wiping yourselves! Hurry after Ye Yu! If he escapes Wuzhong Mountain alive, our shame will be eternal!” The gods meant to rally—but instead filled the hall with wails of agony. Only now did they realize the saliva’s true corrosive power.

Taishi Xiaxin’s blood ran cold. Of course—his own face had been scarred by Shen Kangren’s blood magic to this day. This beast was absolutely Shen Kangren! Though how he had transformed into a divine beast and regressed in cultivation remained a mystery, now was their only chance to slay him. A gleam of resolve lit Taishi Xiaxin’s eyes.