Chapter 33: The Demon King Defeated by “God”

“What creation, what not creation.”

Ye Cheng spat fiercely on the ground.

“I only know that I, Ye Cheng, have never lost so miserably to a little girl!”

As his voice fell, the chains on his shoulders immediately came “alive.”

Four chains, carrying a ferocious and malevolent aura, shot through the air.

The speed was so fast that it produced a tormenting shriek of tearing air.

“Cecilia” still stood in place, with no intention of dodging.

Perhaps it was because she couldn’t react in time to dodge?

“I got it!!?”

Ye Cheng smiled inwardly, yet felt something was a little off.

The two pairs of spikes accurately pierced “Cecilia’s”… phantom!?

“Cecilia’s” body instantly turned into an ice-blue shadow, and with the penetration of the spikes, it dissipated into a cloud of mist.

【Behind you!!】

Ye Cheng turned his head abruptly.

His claws, as hard as a magical beast’s, barely blocked the ice blade that “Cecilia” brought down from behind.

“Creating you creatures was truly a wrong decision.”

The power of the ice blade gradually increased, slowly pressing down on the claws that Ye Cheng had swung out.

And because of this, Ye Cheng could clearly see “Cecilia’s” peerless face, illuminated into a dreamlike ice-blue by the ice blade.

He also clearly saw the strange scene of her voice sounding like a ghost’s, without her lips moving.

“Even you, Xifeilisi, would betray me?”

“Then, please go and die.”

“Bastard!”

Ye Cheng felt the increasing power on his claws and cursed under his breath.

Veins popped out on his face from overexertion.

“Cecilia’s” body suddenly trembled, and a moan of unknown meaning escaped her lips uncontrollably.

Her hand holding the ice blade, up to her elbow, turned slightly transparent.

“Garbage is garbage after all.”

Feeling the power on his hand loosen slightly, the two pairs of chain spikes on his shoulders moved again under Ye Cheng’s command.

They formed a huge semicircle that tightly enveloped “Cecilia’s” body, continuously tightening as they swung.

“Let’s see if you can escape this time.”

Ye Cheng did a carp flip and squatted up from the ground.

The five claws on his hand ignited with terrifying pitch-black flames.

Before Ye Cheng could charge over, strands of ice-blue light shone through the cracks.

In the blink of an eye, “Cecilia” easily blew apart Ye Cheng’s chains.

She floated in mid-air without the help of any magic.

The icy coldness in her eyes looked as if it could freeze people.

“No time to play with you anymore.”

“Cecilia’s” voice, like a harsh winter, entered Ye Cheng’s ears from all directions as if through a loudspeaker.

A semi-transparent hand held the ice-blue blade.

Above the tip of the sword, a complexly shaped snowflake, flashing with a dazzling iridescence, bloomed like a dream.

“Ting Tian · Star-Snow.”

“Tsk, thinking you’re a god.”

Ye Cheng faced the proud, god-like “Cecilia.”

He raised his only remaining arm levelly.

The male and female phantoms behind him made the same movement, one raising its right hand, the other its left.

The demon wings instantly expanded to more than twice their original size, looking extremely intimidating.

A huge, pitch-black spear mixed with an unfortunate color formed above Ye Cheng’s head.

The mist of what looked like the souls of evil spirits soared on the spear.

Level-nine dark magic, Hell Ghost Spear.

“To you, I am a god,” “Cecilia” said lightly, the river of stars continuously flowing in her golden pupils.

Ye Cheng managed to force a smile.

“Am I the first person to challenge ‘god’?”

“No, you are not,” “Cecilia” said.

“What do you mean?”

“You don’t need to know these things. Now, you should die!”

“Cecilia” brought down the ice blade, meeting the Hell Ghost Spear that Ye Cheng had thrown at the same time.

This underground palace, in Hu Qingyu’s eyes, turned into a pure white, flawless world.

And in this pure white world, only he existed.

And something was leaping in his heart.

It was an extremely strange feeling.

The white world slowly faded away.

A large pit was carved out of the palace floor.

Everyone’s movements became a series of still frames.

Ye Cheng flew out with a blank expression, the demonization on his body turning to ash.

His body, affected by gravity, fell into the abyss of unknown depth.

The golden stars in “Cecilia’s” eyes receded like a tide.

Her body swayed precariously for a moment before finally falling to the ground with a dull thud.

The palace returned to silence, as if no one had set foot in it for thousands of years.

Hu Qingyu climbed up from the ruins and walked towards “Cecilia,” no, Mianbao, who was lying on the ground.

There were too many mysteries surrounding Miss Mianbao.

The tattoo on her back, the sudden change in personality, and her claim to be a “god.”

All these made Hu Qingyu extremely interested in Mianbao.

He sat on the ground, looking at Mianbao’s quiet and lovable face.

A strange throbbing rose in his heart, making his hand unconsciously touch Mianbao’s somewhat pale, delicate face.

Ye Cheng was dead.

Hu Qingyu’s only concern in this world had also disappeared.

Perhaps he could now properly enjoy the customs and people of this world.

Of course, together with this somewhat boyish Miss Mianbao.

“Ugh…”

After returning to the same spot again, and again, and again, and again, Zero was struck by lightning.

Her perpetually expressionless, three-no face finally twisted for a moment.

As if defeated, she retreated, sweat constantly seeping from her face.

In a small corner of Zero’s heart, she was already kneeling in a corner, shouting to God.

“This, a random portal?”

Hu Qingyu pointed to the strange space made of white light on the wall and asked Mianbao.

Mianbao had been awake for a long time.

She had conducted a deep inquiry with Hu Qingyu about what had happened while she was unconscious.

But Hu Qingyu did not honestly tell her that it was “another Miss Mianbao” who had defeated Ye Cheng, but that he himself had defeated him.

Hu Qingyu did this for Mianbao’s own good.

“I didn’t expect you to be so strong.”

Mianbao put away “Sirius” and patted Hu Qingyu’s shoulder.

“To even defeat a Demon King, it seems you really are the hero who was summoned. Then I’m now the hero’s companion!”

Although he didn’t know what strange things Mianbao was saying, Hu Qingyu figured she was praising him, so he shamelessly accepted these compliments.

Even though he wasn’t the one who defeated the Demon King.

“As long as you think about the place you want to go in your heart, you can be teleported there? This is really convenient,” Hu Qingyu exclaimed.

“Then Miss Mianbao, where are we going?”

Mianbao’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“Let’s go back to that old hag Kunta’s place.”

Hu Qingyu thought Mianbao had given up on her plan to escape, but in reality, Mianbao still had her own little schemes.

‘If I’m going to escape by myself, how can I let this troublesome guy follow me?’