Chapter 103 – Real Dragon Ao Gan Offers Himself as a Sacrifice, Pleading for the Descent of the God!

Realm of the Gods.

Beneath the towering pillar of Chihuang Liuyan, a group of young, handsome, and powerful divine prodigies gathered—each waiting for a response from Xiao Luan.

They'd waited like this four times now.

Once every seven days.

If there was no challenge issued this time either, it would mark Liu Che as a coward—too timid to fight.

"So, what do you think will happen today?"

"Heh, what else? I bet he declines again…"

"Same. It's been over a month. No matter how fast a genius grows, there's a limit. And I heard this guy's a civilian—no family backing, no foundation, and barely any real combat experience."

"Challenging us now? He'd only bring shame to Chihuang Liuyan. Better to wear the label of a coward than be humiliated in battle."

Their voices were filled with mocking laughter.

Among them stood both Western and Eastern gods.

Even the weakest among them held the rank of mid-tier deity. The strongest were already high-tier gods—yet all of them were still young.

That's why they were sent.

If the older gods had come, it would have been seen as bullying, not sparring.

Inside the Divine Tower—

Xiao Luan's beautiful face was frosty and cold.

"How is Liu Che? Is he ready to fight yet?"

"Master, he's recovered. I believe Junior Brother's strength has grown immensely. Every time I sparred with him, it felt like he wasn't even using his full power."

"Good. Send him out and tell him to defeat at least one of those annoying pests. If he doesn't, all his privileges will be revoked."

"Yes!"

These shameless old families kept sending their sons to harass her like insects.

They ruined her mood daily.

Xiao Luan rested her cheek against one hand, watching the ever-shifting cosmic projection in front of her.

...

"Brother Chen Dao, how is Goddess Xiao arranging things?"

"Please follow me. Brother Liu Che was in closed-door cultivation, but now he's ready to meet you all."

The gathered gods' eyes lit up.

They hadn't expected him to accept the challenge.

Now this was going to be fun.

They were determined to crush this so-called genius—let him see that no matter how gifted he was, he'd never match the descendants of noble divine families.

A backwater bumpkin would always be just that.

The group followed Chen Dao along the Star Road until they reached Liu Che's residence.

It was extremely modest.

No guards at the gate, no maids in the courtyard.

Clearly, this so-called genius wasn't being pampered.

Inside, Liu Che was currently arranging for his goddesses to enter the Demon Suppression Tower.

The number of mythical beasts had increased lately.

He had begun placing sacred beasts with weak combat capabilities inside the tower to serve as trial opponents.

Training was fine—but real experience came through battle.

He was still surprised by Bi Yao's arrival.

She had chosen to sacrifice herself by relying on the Mountain and River Altar.

That courage and resolve—it moved him deeply.

And so, he had indulged her that night.

He admired girls like her the most—brave, bold, unafraid to love or hate, and ready to act.

Bi Yao was one of a kind.

Just then, the formation outside the door was triggered.

Liu Che opened a space mirror and saw Chen Dao leading a group of challengers to his door.

It seemed the test that had been delayed so long was finally about to begin.

Well, might as well get it over with quickly, then return to organizing his Divine Realm.

Ripples shimmered in the space.

Before anyone realized it, Liu Che appeared beside Chen Dao.

"Greetings, Brother. I'm ready. Where shall we hold the match?"

"Whoa—when did you get here? That was fast!"

Chen Dao was startled.

The others immediately went silent, their smirks fading.

No one had seen how Liu Che appeared.

Hadn't he only been promoted a month ago?

How could his strength have grown so terrifyingly fast?

Liu Che ignored the question and said calmly, "Please find a venue, Brother. I'm very busy. Let's wrap this up in half an hour."

"Half an hour? Liu Che, do you really think you can beat all of us in just thirty minutes?"

The lead god's voice turned cold.

Sure, they came here to bully someone.

But if Liu Che had shown just a little humility—maybe called them 'brothers' or 'seniors'—they'd have gone easy on him.

Instead, his arrogance sparked their fury.

"Sorry, while you all do have some skill, my time is limited. How about we fight right here?"

Liu Che remained indifferent, ignoring Chen Dao's pleading eyes.

He had more important matters to deal with—back in the White Snake World, Fahai had finally found clarity, and the ritual could begin at any moment.

He needed to be there to receive the saints and harvest the offerings.

Frankly, even ten minutes felt like a waste.

"You arrogant punk! Fine—let's settle it here. Senior Brother Chen Dao, activate the Starry Sky Barrier!"

The blond man leading the group sneered and demanded the barrier be raised.

Chen Dao sighed helplessly.

This junior of his really didn't make life easy.

"Fighting in a residential zone? No way. Follow me to Thunder Mountain."

With a wave of divine power, Chen Dao opened a portal to Thunder Mountain's training grounds.

In the next instant, the group arrived at the divine arena of Chihuang Liuyan.

Their sudden arrival instantly drew attention from everyone nearby.

After all, this was a place where gods sparred and trained daily. Countless deities came to this arena to test their divine power and challenge one another.

If not for Liu Che's special status, Chen Dao wouldn't have had the time to personally accompany him in combat training.

"These guys look pretty serious. Maybe other gods are trying to stir up trouble again."

"Definitely. Didn't you notice Senior Brother Chen Dao is here? I overheard during drinks the other day that he's been training that genius personally."

"So, how strong is this Junior Brother everyone's been talking about?"

"Insanely strong. Senior Brother Chen Dao said sparring with him now burns through a ton of divine energy—otherwise, he can't keep up."

Everyone around gasped at that.

Meanwhile, Liu Che stepped into an open, unused arena platform and stood tall.

"Alright. All of you—come at once."

The previously noisy Thunder Mountain training grounds fell silent.

Good gods.

There were sixteen challengers present.

All of them were divine prodigies—Tianjiao from powerful divine families.

Even fighting them one-on-one would be daunting. Was Liu Che seriously asking to take on all sixteen at once?

"There's a limit to arrogance, you know!" one male god with long green hair jumped into the ring, sneering. "Don't think you're invincible just because you crawled out of the nursery with the title 'genius.'"

Before he could even raise his weapon, a flash of divine light exploded in the arena.

A massive force smashed directly into the green-haired god's chest.

Space around the impact distorted under the pressure of Liu Che's punch.

With a scream, the green-haired god flew out of the ring.

He landed hard and didn't move again—completely unconscious.

"Next," Liu Che said calmly. "Please hurry."

The mid-level god, Alpheus, was defeated in a single punch.

Chen Dao was speechless.

What the hell was going on?

Just a couple of days ago, when he sparred with Liu Che, their matches had gone back and forth. How had he gotten so much stronger in such a short time?

The blond high god looked down at Alpheus, then back at Liu Che. His expression darkened.

"Is this what Chihuang Liuyan teaches? To strike without introductions or decorum?"

There was an unspoken rule in divine duels: at the very least, you introduced yourselves before fighting.

It was basic courtesy.

Liu Che shot him a deadpan look. "I didn't invite you to spar. You're the ones who barged in, running your mouths. If you think I'm arrogant, then come at me together. Let's get it over with."

He understood perfectly well what the man meant—but the hypocrisy was sickening.

These challengers clearly came looking for trouble.

Why bother wrapping it up with words like "friendly duel"?

If you're here to fight, then fight.

Cut the theatrics.

The blond Western god's eyes flared with anger. "If that's how you want it, then don't blame us for being rude. Freya, let's go!"

Ten Western gods stepped onto the platform in unison.

Each pulled out divine artifacts.

One summoned a whip of thunder.

Another conjured a purple flame orb.

One wielded daggers that shattered the void itself.

And the blond god himself held a sinister black scythe, its blade engraved with ominous runes. The moment he gripped it, a shadow loomed behind him—manifested Death itself.

This was the artifact Soul Harvesting Scythe, wielded by the god Clofeel.

He raised the weapon and said coldly, "Prepare yourself. Take out your weapon."

The other five gods among the original sixteen didn't join the fight.

They were embarrassed enough as it was.

Ten against one was already shameless.

If they still lost, it would be a disgrace beyond redemption.

Liu Che replied flatly, "I don't need a weapon. Law is my weapon."

This phrase was widely known among Chihuang Liuyan's teachings.

Weapons were merely external tools.

True strength came from one's mastery of divine laws.

The more laws one could wield, the stronger the combat ability.

And Liu Che had mastered Supreme Magic—the pinnacle of magical law comprehension.

He wielded the essence of light itself.

His Nine-Colored Radiance was his strongest weapon.

Inside the Tower of the Gods—

Xiao Luan and her companions were watching from afar, amused.

"The little guy you picked is pretty wild," one of them laughed. "If this were the wartime era, he'd be a titan on the battlefield."

"Of course," Xiao Luan replied with a smirk. "I, Xiao Luan, don't choose lightly."

Another silver-haired girl leaned forward. "But I'm curious. Where does he get the confidence to fight like this? No artifacts, no armor—not even defensive gear?"

She looked at Liu Che with open curiosity.

Although Chihuang Liuyan emphasized mastery of divine laws, most still relied on artifacts for defense until their strength matured.

Clofeel had had enough of Liu Che's cockiness.

He was going to put this brat in his place.

"You brought this on yourself. Soul Cut!"

The shadow behind Clofeel moved in sync with him as he slashed the air.

The blade fragmented into countless shards of dark energy that surged toward Liu Che like a storm.

Lightning exploded beside them—another god's thunder whip launched its attack.

"He's overextended!" someone shouted. "Liu Che's surrounded! They've sealed the space—there's no escape!"

"Damn it! Isn't there anyone skilled in space magic to counter this!?"

Just then—

Thousands of radiant beams burst from Liu Che's hands.

The Nine-Colored Radiance expanded in every direction.

Every incoming attack, no matter how powerful, was annihilated by the light.

A breath of silence passed.

And then Liu Che moved.

Ten portals appeared simultaneously.

Time froze.

Time reversed.

And when time resumed—

All ten gods coughed up blood and were blasted from the stage, their bodies crashing like meteors across the mountain arena.

Liu Che stood alone on the platform.

Unmoving.

Unshaken.

He had just used Time Magic, Space Magic, and Supreme Magic—and wielded all three flawlessly.