The battle between the gods of the Nordic region and the two creator gods of the Indian kingdom ended quickly.
Odin and Tyr were completely overwhelmed by Shiva, a single god, and had no chance to fight back.
Next, it's time to determine the winner and have them fight Michael.
"Hahaha, those little ants from the Dragon Kingdom are actually quite lucky; they managed to get this far."
"However, your good luck ends here!"
Shiva stood on the other side of the arena, mocking them through the light barrier.
"Are you so sure you'll win?"
Chunyang spoke.
His old Taoist robe fluttered even without wind.
"Oh ho? You're just a mortal, you don't actually think you're something special just because you beat a few trash, do you?"
"I can handle this with a flick of my wrist, but you're fighting to the death over it. Don't you understand?"
"I am the peak you cannot surpass!"
Shiva is unpredictable in his moods.
"Alright, Shiva, we're not done yet, even after dealing with them."
"Michael is not someone to be trifled with."
Vishnu sat serenely on a lotus throne in the sky, looking down upon all living beings.
His eyes held no compassion, no joy or anger; compared to Shiva, he seemed more like a true deity.
"Then it's a deal this time, let me play by myself."
Shiva pursed his lips.
He still harbored resentment towards Vishnu for his previous attack.
He had agreed to fight himself, and was having a good time when Vishnu intervened.
"Alright, alright, I won't do anything, just hurry up."
Vishnu was getting impatient with this classmate who acted like a troublemaker.
"Hehe, ants of the Dragon Kingdom, are you ready?"
Shiva's steps began to move, eager to try.
Li Xuanzu had to get revenge on these people for crippling Brahma.
Poor Brahma, he just made his appearance and hasn't been able to re-form his original body yet.
"The sun sets in the west, and darkness falls..."
"Namo Akshobhya Tathagata!"
Tianyan and Wang Yingxiong made the first move.
"The Daoist junior, Chunyangzi, requests that the Fire-Red Celestial Immortal of Taiqing Abode, the Sun God Treasure Lord of the Daode Heavenly Venerable and Primordial Supreme God, formed from the Mysterious Qi of Taiqing Realm, descend to the mortal realm!"
Chunyang's aura suddenly rose, reached its peak, and then plummeted.
The light barrier is torn down, and the battle begins!
"It's just some unorthodox method; who do you think you can fool?"
Shiva has a graceful figure and rhythmic steps.
"Alas, has my Taoist tradition fallen to such a state?"
A majestic and ethereal old voice rang out.
"Very well, since we're already here in the mortal realm, young man, I'll lend you a hand this time."
"receive!"
Unlike Wang Yingxiong's possession by the Azure God, the figure summoned by Chunyang was omnipresent!
As the saying goes, a true god will not possess you; if a god possesses you, he is not a true god.
The long list of names Chunyang mentioned were all referring to one of the three patriarchs of Taoism.
He may be unknown by other names, but he has a well-known title.
Lao Tzu!
The flames in Shiva's hand and the four items vanished into thin air.
The Heavenly Dance of Creation and Destruction could not achieve any of its intended effects.
With a single move, he instantly broke through Shiva's proudest method.
"Damn it! Shiva, back off!"
Vishnu panicked.
A beam of light imbued with Buddhist teachings enveloped Shiva.
"Hmph, it's those petty thieves' magic again, break it!"
The voice of Laozi resounded throughout heaven and earth, seemingly tinged with anger.
A flat cane appeared out of nowhere and struck Shiva.
The golden light offered no protection whatsoever and was shattered into pieces.
It can't even alleviate the momentum of the flat-arm strike.
Shiva didn't even have time to scream before he was sent flying a long way and landed outside the arena.
"Who...who are you?!"
Vishnu lost his initial calm demeanor, his face contorted with rage.
And...fear!
"Hehehe, so it really is another sect of Buddhism?"
“I am Taiqing Daode Tianzun, you may also call me Taishang Laojun.”
The voice came again, and Vishnu dared not move.
Because the projection of Laozi (the Supreme Lord Lao) has begun to materialize.
An elderly man with a white beard and white hair, dressed in a wide, golden Taoist robe, appeared in the center of the arena without warning.
"I roughly understand why I was summoned here. You may leave now, or I might make my move."
Laozi shook the palm-leaf fan in his hand.
"I...I give up..."
Vishnu didn't even intend to fight Laozi.
He didn't have the guts or the ability.
Even though his abilities protected Shiva, he still couldn't stop the other party in the slightest.
This is enough to demonstrate just how terrifying Laozi's power is.
"Alright, junior, if possible, you may still call me by my name, but I wonder when that will be~"
The projection of Laozi gradually blurred and faded.
It eventually disappeared completely, as if it had never existed.
"The Dragon Kingdom wins, the British Empire prepares, the final battle of the Chosen One."
The wounds inflicted on Wang Yingxiong and Tianyan by Shiva's creation and destruction of the heavenly dance instantly healed.
However, Chunyang was unable to summon Laozi again.
No one knows why the other party has such terrifying combat power, yet they cannot be continuously awakened.
Michael slowly spread his four pairs of wings and flew to one side of the arena.
Surprisingly, one more person walked out from the audience seats in the Dragon Kingdom.
Huang Jianshu!
"Huh? What's he doing here? I won't care if he dies."
Blue Star Heavenly Dao was somewhat puzzled, but did not stop the other party.
"No way? They still have a trump card?"
Now it was Li Xuanzu's turn to be dumbfounded.
He was completely unaware that Huang Jianshu was going to play.
"Old Huang, what are you doing?"
Li Xuanzu shouted, but Huang Lao did not respond at all.
Blue Star Heavenly Dao: "Stop howling, he can't hear you."
Li Xuanzu: "Then let me go down and talk."
Blue Star Heavenly Dao: "No, wait until the Heavenly Selection is over."
Li Xuanzu: "Aren't you curious about what his trump card is?"
Blue Star Heavenly Dao: "Won't I find out in a little while?"
Li Xuanzu remained silent.
If the Heavenly Dao of Blue Star truly doesn't intend for him to make a move, there's nothing he can do.
"This Laozi is quite interesting. He directly uses the projection of an existence from a higher plane to launch an attack. If I'm not mistaken, Huang Jianshu from the Dragon Kingdom will probably use the same tactic."
"The power of faith in the Dragon Kingdom mythology has already been drained dry by Laozi, where is there any left?"
Li Xuanzu scoffed and rejected the Blue Star Heavenly Dao's theory.
"You said it yourself, the power of faith in mythology is gone, so what about the rest?"
"Others are even less likely. The faith of all Christians in the world was used to support Michael's ascension to godhood, the faith of Buddhism was used to awaken the three creator gods in India, and most of the countries where Islam was distributed have perished. What else could there be?"
Li Xuanzu still insisted on his own opinion.
That's right, this is the origin of Michael as the creator god of India.
Human beliefs cannot be based solely on mythology.
"Heh, can't you think of anything besides religion and mythology?"
Blue Star Heavenly Dao has already guessed it.
Holy crap, no way?
With just this suggestion, Li Xuanzu also figured it out.
Great historical figures!
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