Everybody is Kung Fu Fighting, While I Started a Farm Chapter 484

Pei Donglai was already a divine-union tier martial elite, and had reached the Void-tier later.

After Jiang He created a brand-new martial arts system with the Martial Scripture, Pei Donglai had wandered across the world as he retrained in martial arts, reaching Yin-Yang tier.

He looked up at the distant skies, where Jiang He had pointed his Yuan Killer Sword at the Divine Mountain.

Beneath his feet, godly blood splattered.

He was also fiddling with a six-sided prism 'divinity'.

It may be Jiang He's first time seeing Divine Spirits or Divinity, but he uncovered the essence within with just a few glances, and could not help laughing. “I see…”

“Divinity here might sound high and mighty, but it actually is similar to Martial Golden Pellet. The difference here is that the Golden Pellet is a manifestation of godly martial arts, whereas the Divinity is a condensation of western cultivators toward Dao.”

“This Divinity contains all the enlightenment that unlucky Divine Spirit had in life. If I could find a cultivator with strong compatibility with the Dao which that Divine Spirit has cultivated, they probably would quickly grasp the power of Divinity.”

Of course, the West did not describe Dao as Dao.

They seemed to call it elements or rule and the like.

“Hold on…”

Jiang He's eyes narrowed suddenly and he muttered, “If that's the case, wouldn't I be able to groom a group of elites by killing all the gods on the Divine Mountain and taking away their Divinity?”

“Wait…”

“Aren't I being dumb?”

“It's so troublesome grooming elites with that method. Not only is refinement of Divinity a backup measure to normal ascension, their growth alone would take many years.”

That was too long!

Why couldn't he just plant these Divinities using that time?

Meanwhile, as Jiang He let his imagination run wild, the gods up in the Divine Mountain were all stunned.

The Divine Mountain was at best six thousand meters and did not appear that huge, though anyone who stepped foot within would find a separate grotto-heaven inside.

It was the God Realm as named by the gods themselves, and the grotto-heaven was boundless and stretched over 500 kilometers.

Innumerable palaces stood atop the Divine Mountain, and the presence of powerful Divine Spirits were everywhere.

And the grandest one stood upon the pinnacle of the Divine Mountain.

Right now, a grand Divine Spirit stood at its center, surrounded by eleven powerful overdeities.

Soon, a Divine Spirit entered to report the matter.

“Godfather!”

One of the Overdeities stepped out.

Blonde and blazing with fighting spirit as if he was a warmongering lion, he roared in Ancient Greek, “That Eastern cultivator has gone to far. I'll take his head for you!”

“Ares!”

The majestic god snapped, stopping the blond Divine Spirit.

He was Zeus, the King of Gods in Greek mythology and the leader of the twelve Overdeities, as well as the Third God King.

Naturally, one should mention Uranus, the King of Titans and Zeus's grandfather, when he was mentioned.

Uranus's son, Kronos, had usurped his father's throne to become the Second God King, and Zeus, in turn, had usurped Kronos's rule…

That blond Divine Spirit, meanwhile, was Ares, son of Zeus and the God of War.

The other eleven Overdeities were either Zeus's brother, sister, wife, or children.

Athena, the Goddess of Wisdom, frowned. “Our information states that the immortals of the East have left. Where did that elite come from?”

“Perhaps there are some who stayed to defend Earth?”

The devilishly charming God of Love, Aphrodite, suggested. “Those cultivators value Earth a lot, calling it their homeworld, and had waged a war against the Hundred Races Alliance to protect it, only to be routed and be forced to seal Earth.”

“Why bother?”

Ares laughed coldly. “We'll cut down whoever it is!”

Athena, however, shook here head. “We must not act rashly. Eastern cultivators have a strong background, and it is best not to be hostile as long as Godfather has yet to reach Paragon.”

The eleven Overdeities all squabbled and debated away.

It was after a long silence that Zeus spoke again. “I've returned this time to spread our religion on Earth once more, and reach Paragon in one swift stroke…”

He only spoke half a line, but his intention was only too obvious.

He had returned to expand his influence, which was why he had gone through such great lengths and theatricality… only to end up sabotaged.

Not only that, but one of his warriors was killed!

Influence? The gods had lost face!

They might even become jokes at that.

As such, his voice deepened and he seethed, “Ares, God of War, Poseidon, God of the Sun, and Hephaestus, God of Fire. Lead a hundred greater gods, a thousand intermediate gods, and ten thousand lesser gods and take that wretch's head as offering to our mountain.

“Yes!”

Ares, Poseidon and Hephaestus all obeyed their orders, turned, and flew out of the grand palace and direct their forces.

The difference in cultivation systems meant different naming for tiers.

Lesser gods were comparable to Heavenly Immortals, but because they used a weaker cultivation system, they were actually weaker than Heavenly Immortals in a fight. Likewise, intermediate gods were a counterpart to True Immortals, and as for greater gods…

They were equal to Golden immortals!

Even if their combat ability were weaker, Zeus's determination was obvious, given how he had sent over a hundred Golden Immortals at once.

One should note here that there were just three hundred greater gods.

Moreover, Ares, Poseidon, and Hephaestus were leading them.

Overdeities were elites who could match Grand Luo.

Of course, they were weaker in combat ability too.

Meanwhile, outside the Divine Mountain, Jiang He was getting impatient from waiting.

What are the gods in the Western Pantheon doing?

Ignoring me when I've come to your doorstep to reason things out?

Behind him, Jin Sidao was still carrying the black-robed Divine Envoy who was still unconscious. Looking at Jiang He, he could not help asking, “Could those gods be scared, Mister Jiang?”

Wang Zhenren was a little cowed and said meekly, “Mister Jiang, since we've settled the score, perhaps we should go?”

Jiang He gave him a long look, and one of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect's True Immortals scolded Wang Zhenren, “How much of a coward could you be, maggot? We're already here, and we're supposed to pull back?”

That was when Jiang He's expression twitched. He looked out into the distance to find a wave of divine energy surging, and the clouds hanging halfway up the Divine Mountain parted.

Many silhouettes hence spilled out, and the one in the lead was a blond man with sky piercing fighting spirit. “Insolent wretch,” he said coldly. “How dare…”

It was Ares, the God of War.

He had certainly reached the Grand Luo and was not a weak one either. Still, Jiang He had no idea and was not bothered to hear him out since he spoke Ancient Greek, let alone read his mind.

Whoosh!

The Yuan Killer Sword was let loose.

The Scripture of the Chaos Thundersword and the Secret Art of the Chaos Thundersword both erupted directly.

Splat.

A single swipe and a head flew.

Indeed, it was Ares, the head of the God of War, who had been charging at Jiang He that flew high above.

Chapter end