Chen Ping: "Hiss~! Hey, Gabriel, let go, Shika and the others are secretly laughing."
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Gabriel suddenly realized what was happening. She stiffly raised her head, looked around, and found that everyone was watching them with great interest, their eyes sparkling with delighted smiles!
Oops~ Gabriel instantly let go of her hand, awkwardly pulling it back. Then, she quickly activated the portal, her figure flashing and disappearing from the spot, the portal closing immediately.
Upon seeing this, everyone was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh, guessing that Gabriel was probably shy, and they all laughed in good-natured way.
Chen Ping rubbed the spot where Gabriel had pinched him earlier, shook his head with a wry smile, and then turned his gaze to the five intruders who were still in a state of shock, thinking to himself, "Heh, they're probably stunned by Gabriel's actions."
They were indeed at a loss for words at the sight before them. After all, Gabriel was a true peak-level creator god, while Lu Shu and the others were just novices who had just broken through to the creator god level.
They dared to so casually mock someone far stronger than themselves—this was almost unimaginable within their familiar power circles. What intelligent person would show the slightest disrespect to a powerful being far superior to themselves? They would usually treat them with utmost respect and caution, fearing to cause unnecessary trouble.
A tremendous wave of shock washed over the five of them. The scene from just now kept replaying in their minds; Gabriel's seemingly ordinary actions revealed the extraordinary atmosphere of the Heart of the Divine Island.
Here, strength reigns supreme, but harmony and closeness abound. Even the most powerful beings can laugh and play with their companions, rather than being aloof, cold, and distant.
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A strong sense of longing and envy welled up in Huanhun's heart. She sighed inwardly, "Why don't I have such a place to belong? Rather than a power, it's more like a warm and harmonious family."
However, reality was cruel. Her family was a place where power and profit were paramount, and relationships between family members were almost entirely replaced by a cold chain of interests, devoid of any kinship. It was for this reason that she resolutely chose to leave her home and escape that ruthless family, venturing alone into the perilous core sea area.
Even so, Huanhun knew that once her whereabouts were exposed, her family would not let the opportunity pass. In their eyes, as a woman of the level of a creator god, she was undoubtedly an excellent political pawn, enough to exchange for vast resources and allies through a marriage.
Such value is undoubtedly a crucial bargaining chip that cannot be ignored in a family's pursuit of power and wealth. Therefore, Huanhun had no choice but to carefully conceal himself to avoid falling into the family's carefully woven web of power once again.
However, Huanhun quickly brought her thoughts back to reality. Whether she could safely weather this crisis was still unknown, and excessive worry would only add to her troubles. After all, the most important thing now was to find a way to survive the current predicament.
Compared to Huanhun's complex emotions, Siwu and the bald man were not overly concerned with the familial atmosphere of the Heart of the Divine Island; they were more driven by the immediate life-or-death crisis. They refocused their attention on Chen Ping and decided to plead for forgiveness once more.
The bald, burly man shouted loudly to Chen Ping, "Lord Island Master, please have mercy and spare my life! I am willing to sign a slave contract just to have a chance to live!"
Siwu and the other two followed suit, all begging Chen Ping for forgiveness. They had endured hardships to reach the realm of the Creator God; how could they easily give up their precious lives? Faced with death, their inner fear and will to survive overcame everything. They abandoned their former pride and dignity, only hoping to escape from this desperate situation.
Chen Ping pondered for a moment, stroked his chin, and then smiled gently yet authoritatively, replying, "It's not impossible to spare your lives. The key is whether you can demonstrate enough value to give me sufficient reason to forgive you. Do you understand?"
He paused briefly, then turned his gaze to the bald, burly man and proposed a new condition: "Then, let's start with you. You spar with Meng Jia and demonstrate your strength."
Upon hearing this, Mengjia immediately became excited and eager to try, barking wildly, "Woof! Finally, the battle can begin! Woof! I can't wait either!"
The bald, burly man stared at the spirited Mengjia, noticing the constantly leaping lightning power on its body. He couldn't help but gasp. Although Mengjia had just been promoted to a Creator God, judging from its aura and characteristics, it was clearly a powerful race with a special bloodline, whose strength far surpassed that of an ordinary Creator God.
He himself was just an ordinary creator god, and the outcome of the battle against such an opponent was uncertain.
However, he had no right to refuse, as his life and death were in the hands of Chen Ping and the others. If he angered them, he might truly face the misfortune of death. Despite his trepidation, the bald, burly man gritted his teeth and prepared to fight Meng Jia; after all, he had to fight for his survival.
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After the bald giant nodded in agreement, Chen Ping nodded slightly and casually used his power to release the light rope binding the giant. This scene once again shocked the five invaders present, because they knew that the light rope was set by Gabriel, a peak-level creator god, and that Chen Ping could easily untie it meant that his strength was at least no less than Gabriel's.
After witnessing this scene, Suu and the other two creator gods completely gave up the idea of escaping. After all, facing two peak creator gods, escaping was nothing short of a pipe dream.
Chen Ping gave a concise and clear instruction: "Alright, you can begin now."
Mengjia, his face beaming with excitement, urged the bald giant, "Woof! Hurry up, let's find a more open spot to fight!"
Although the bald giant knew perfectly well that Meng Jia's Thunder Clan possessed a special bloodline and considerable strength, he had no intention of admitting defeat.
After all, although Meng Jia had just broken through to the level of a Creator God, he had not yet fully become familiar with and mastered his new power, while the bald man, as a "veteran" who had been training at the level of a Creator God for a long time, believed that he was much more skilled in using power than Meng Jia. So, the bald man mustered his courage, gritted his teeth, and walked towards the battle arena designated by Meng Jia, ready to go all out.
With a flash of lightning, Mengjia vanished from his spot and reappeared in the wasteland not far away, waiting to get up.
Seeing this, the bald giant also used his skill, a scorching flame erupted from the soles of his feet, and he quickly arrived opposite Mengjia.
And so, the two sides began to confront each other.
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