Chapter 9: The Frozen Judgment
Lord Chen stood at the heart of his palace, exuding an aura of absolute authority. His Gravity Ball, a world item that granted him dominion over gravity itself, made him feel invincible.
Why should he fear some so-called ancient god?
If such a being truly existed, then he would crush it like an insect.
"As expected of our mighty ruler!" a minister declared.
"Ancient god? Ridiculous! It's probably just some oversized beast."
"Our army is millions strong! Our kingdom spans countless lands! What can one so-called god do against us?"
"Hah! If this deity dares to appear, we shall have the honor of slaughtering a god!"
The officials and generals laughed at the very idea. For ten thousand years, no divine being had appeared in this world. To them, gods were myths, bedtime stories told to frighten children.
"My lord!"
A soldier burst into the hall, his face ashen with terror, his breath ragged.
"The ancient god—he's here!"
The room fell into stunned silence.
Just moments ago, they had mocked the idea of a god. Now, reality crushed their arrogance.
Without hesitation, they rushed outside.
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As they stepped beyond the palace walls, they froze in place.
A colossal figure loomed over the city, casting a shadow that swallowed the capital whole.
Their knees buckled.
Their breath caught in their throats.
Their minds refused to comprehend what they were seeing.
The first thing they noticed was its sheer size.
This ancient god was unlike anything they had ever imagined.
One of its toes alone dwarfed their grandest city walls. Its knees vanished into the clouds, obscuring its full form. It was so immense that none could even see its face.
Even if they stretched their imagination, no words could describe its true scale.
It was not just a god—it was a force of nature.
A single palm strike could obliterate their entire capital in an instant.
Armies, power, wealth—everything they had built—meant nothing in the face of this monstrous deity.
In that moment, they understood the meaning of true divinity.
The men who had boasted about slaying a god now trembled in silence.
Then, a booming voice thundered from above.
"ARROGANCE... PUNISHED."
The words were not spoken—they were declared, resonating through their very souls.
A divine judgment had been passed.
They did not get a chance to plead for mercy.
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Xia Chuan reached into his robe and retrieved a small, unassuming object.
To the miniature world, it was a divine weapon beyond comprehension.
To him, it was a simple bottle of liquid nitrogen.
Then, without hesitation—
He released it.
BOOM!
A white mist erupted, sweeping through the capital like an unstoppable tide.
It was not ordinary mist.
It was ice itself, a frozen storm that devoured everything in its path.
The temperature plummeted instantly, reaching absolute zero.
The very air froze.
The earth cracked beneath layers of ice.
Buildings froze solid in seconds, walls turning into brittle sculptures.
People did not even have time to scream—their bodies froze mid-motion, trapped in their last moments.
The greatest city of Chen, the seat of power, was wiped out in an instant.
Not a single breath remained.
In mere moments, the capital of Chen became a frozen wasteland.
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