"Possessing demonhood... Hmph, hoho, hahaha!"
The Young Ming King burst into wild laughter, golden light seeping from beneath his skin. His once handsome face contorted into a non-human visage, his entire form resembling a humanoid mass of golden radiance.
"Stop speaking to me with your Ming King Esoteric teachings. In these twenty-eight years, my ears have grown calluses from hearing it all."
Brababa froze for a moment. Twenty-eight years... that was the Young Ming King's age!
He entertained some grim possibilities, yet his lips trembled as he addressed the Young Ming King, "You are the Buddha-Lord Ming King's dream-child, the master of the Esoteric teachings across ten thousand reincarnations, the most..." Su Dan Novel Network
"Hmph... Ptooey!"
The Young Ming King flickered to appear before Brababa and kicked him flying.
"Do you know what I hate the most? This very title, Young Ming King!"
"My name is Timir. I am a holy spirit born from divine radiance. What right does that damned Buddha-Lord have to be my father?"
"But..."
Brababa tried to say more, only to be interrupted and retorted by the Young Ming King – no, Timir.
"In the end, it was you who barged into my home when I had just been born and hadn't even learned this world's language, calling me Young Ming King!"
"The so-called reincarnation doesn't exist at all, at least not in this world. That's a capability possessed only by the deities under the Lord of Silent Void, a privilege for a select few fortunate ones!"
"The Young Ming King in the ancient texts is just a fairy tale to fool you fools. And you actually believed it!"
"What's more, you actually divulged the weakness of your abilities to prove your loyalty, which is the height of stupidity."
Brababa's ability granted him only one minute of 'invincibility' per day on average, seemingly trivial.
However, if he refrained from using his disaster trait for a year and then unleashed it all in a single day, the cumulative three hundred and sixty-five minutes of continuous effect would render him truly 'invincible' for that day. No one could defeat him during his transformation unless the disaster itself intervened.
But over twenty years ago, he had been awestruck by the Young Ming King's innate intelligence and his understanding of the Ming King Esoteric doctrines.
Believing him to be a true divine offspring, a chosen one recorded only in ancient texts, Brababa, in his fanatical faith, revealed the weakness of his abilities to the Young Ming King as a testament to his loyalty.
During his transformation, a constantly moving point would appear on his body. This point could only be observed through special methods. Attacking that specific point with immensely powerful force could dispel Brababa's transformation.
Revealing such a weakness seemed incredibly foolish, but for someone like Brababa, whose worldview was shaped by religious texts, it was standard procedure.
It was like how even now, some in the Federation, based on the scriptures of the Church of Creation, stubbornly believed the Earth was flat and that the world was surrounded by endless ice fields.
If such people encountered an individual who was highly suspected of being a 'Son of God,' they would do anything.
After hearing Timir's words, Brababa sat on the ground in a daze. His appearance, resembling a golden Buddha statue, gradually faded. His worldview had collapsed.
Timir no longer looked at Brababa but fixed his gaze on Wen Li, a hint of jealousy, even hatred, flashing in his eyes!
He was a being born amidst the radiance of an Archangel, possessing a similar opportunity to ascend to godhood as Wen Li.
However, his ascension consciousness failed. Yugmorth, a celestial god belonging to the Lord of the Underworld, passed by. In the final second before his consciousness dissipated, he gave Timir a choice: become his subordinate.
To the celestial god, Timir was no more than an ant.
Yugmorth wanted him as a subordinate merely to provoke that Archangel. It was even possible that Yugmorth had sabotaged Timir's ascension ritual.
Timir understood all of this, yet he accepted and was reborn near the Ming King Esoteric teachings, possessing innate anomalies.
He had initially resisted being called the Young Ming King. As a child, he lacked the power to resist. As he grew up, he discovered he could achieve godhood by leveraging the faith of the Ming King Esoteric teachings, and thus, he truly became the Young Ming King.
But when Wen Li chose the Green Ridge Plateau as his ascension location, Timir received Yugmorth's command: help Wen Li ascend at all costs!
Therefore, Timir had to abandon his own chance at godhood and betray them at this moment, clearing the path for Wen Li's advancement.
This action caused Timir immense harm, but ever since he had chosen to betray that Archangel to secure his survival, he had lost the right to refuse.
This was because Yugmorth believed that Wen Li's ascension held more value than Timir's.
Zhao Yong, the master of fighting, took off his glasses and pointed at Timir, saying to Sun Shanxing, "Leave this guy to me. You guys focus on dealing with that cripple. Don't die before I'm done with him."
Sun Shanxing nodded. He understood Zhao Yong's strength and had great confidence in him.
Zhao Yong strode towards Timir, crushing his glasses with his hand. His body began to swell, tearing through his shirt, and his eyes burned with rage.
"Heh, do you have the qualifications to deal with me?"
Freed from the shackles of his Young Ming King identity, Timir became much more unrestrained. He was born from an angel, and thus, possessed angelic arrogance.
Having easily dealt with two True Order cultivators with just a flick of his wrist, Timir had become overconfident.
He extended a finger at Zhao Yong and unleashed a beam of golden light, but Zhao Yong casually dispersed it.
Then, Zhao Yong charged fiercely at Timir. No matter how much golden light Timir unleashed, Zhao Yong easily dodged it. When Zhao Yong got close, he directly flung a flip-flop, sending Timir flying.
"To deal with a traitor, one needs no qualifications."
Timir got back to his feet, a trace of golden blood appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"I was careless just now, but you're a close-combat superpowered individual, aren't you? You can't possibly win against me."
"I am radiance itself. I possess the fastest linear speed in the True Order realm. Can you block the speed of light..."
Another flip-flop flew through the air. Timir easily dodged it, but after it flashed past his eyes, he realized it was just a flip-flop.
Immediately after, the sole of a shoe kicked him directly in the jaw from above, sending him spiraling upward.
"Impossible, how can he be this fast..."
What Timir failed to realize was that in his twenty-eight years as the Young Ming King, he had never faced a life-or-death battle, so his combat skills had long since grown rusty.
Furthermore, his opponent, Zhao Yong, might not be the strongest among the True Order cultivators in Huafu, but he was undoubtedly the most skilled at fighting!