Chapter 947: Chapter 947: Leaving a Way Out Chapter 947: Chapter 947: Leaving a Way Out As soon as these words came out, the hall instantly grew cold.

Utter silence reigned!

Even the chickens and ducks outside the hall stopped their calls.

For some reason, the sunlight also began to dim, and the statue above the offering table cast a shadow that enshrouded the entire hall.

That shadow, distorted by the light, imprinted on the ground. Although it was a benevolent figure, it now resembled a ferocious monster with bared teeth and waving claws.

An intangible aura spread out, making even Greg Jensen feel a trace of chill and danger.

It was a warning from the Nascent Soul!

Greg’s mind grew more cautious. It’s no wonder, given that it was an old daemon who had lived for tens of thousands of years. Even with only a residual body left, it still possessed such strength.

The old man, half of his face hidden in the shadow, looked at Greg gloomily and said in a deep voice, “Fellow Daoist, the road of martial arts is long. One must not stray, or else one will die with no Dao left.

Wouldn’t it be wonderful if we both pursued the Dao together and opened the door to the Immortal Realm, seeking eternal life?”

“Fuck you!”

Greg had no habit of civility before conflict. Given that they were in a kill-or-be-killed situation, and his opponent was even stronger than himself, with the outcome still uncertain, why bother with politeness and morals now?

Just kill the opponent and be done with it!

Having said that, he immediately stretched out his Dragon Claw without hesitation and grabbed towards the old man.

The Dragon Claw grew larger mid-way, encompassing the old man’s whole body within it. The sharp aura at the fingertips even cut through the air, emitting a piercing whine.

Greg thought he would encounter a strong counterattack from his opponent, but surprisingly, the old man did not resist the fearsome Dragon Claw.

Instead, he lightly leaped onto the offering table and fused with the statue atop it.

In an instant, a strange aura spread throughout the hall.

Greg was startled, feeling a shiver deep in his soul, his scalp tingling instantly.

Suddenly sensing something, he looked down only to see the shadow on the ground coming to life, continuously twisting and deforming.

Eventually, a figure identical to the old man climbed out from the shadow.

The difference was that this figure was pitch-black, with indistinct facial features.

Roar!

As soon as the shadow appeared, it let out a piercing shriek and madly pounced towards Greg.

A cold aura hit him face on, making Greg feel chilled to the bone, with a trace of a deathly aura.

Deathly aura?

“Wicked tricks!”

Without thinking, he shouted, “Thunderous righteousness, demons be gone.”

“Imperial command!”

Boom!

Thunder exploded!

A thick bolt of lightning spontaneously erupted, striking directly at the shadow.

“Aghhh–”
The shadow screamed in pain and instantly turned to flying ash.

Greg pointed to the statue on the high platform, his fingers like a sword, “Imperial command!”

Another bolt of lightning struck the statue precisely.

Crack!

The wooden statue immediately exploded into a crack.

At the same time, the old man also let out a painful cry.

“Playing god and tricking ghosts! So it was all just for show!”

Greg had been worried that the World Tree was too powerful for him to handle.

But after the encounter, the World Tree had completely shown its cowardice.

No wonder it did not dare to show itself but hid behind the scenes, directing various Beast Kings to harm humans in order to collect the vital energy from the world to strengthen itself.

Greg had been wondering why the Creation God Tree, so powerful, did not hunt humans by itself.

It turned out this creature only knew some illusions and a few unpopular minor spells.

Manipulating the Beast King, intimidating Yamata no Orochi, including just now intimidating Greg, it had all been done through illusions.

And that moving shadow was probably just a minor spell of no significance.

The Saber-toothed Tiger King that fed on the remains of the World Tree might also be an illusion, although its transformation into the Beast King was likely accomplished through methods similar to a Blood Sacrifice.

It must be said, illusions are indeed a cunning means to masquerade and bewitch, but they were still exposed by Greg Jensen’s twin thunderbolts, revealing their true form.

The Creation God Tree, or the World Tree, finding itself exposed, endured the pain in its body and transformed into a shadow, escaping towards Mount Fuji.

Yamata, who was standing outside, suddenly saw the dilapidated temple collapse, and a dark figure burst forth from within.

Before he could react, he heard a loud shout from inside.

“Stop him!”

Driven by an instinct to obey his master, Yamata didn’t think twice and directly struck with a bolt of lightning.

Boom!

“Aoo—-”
The World Tree howled in pain, and its body was momentarily paralyzed by the electricity.

In that brief moment, Greg Jensen had already chased out from inside and raised his hand to strike another bolt of lightning, causing the World Tree to shiver uncontrollably.

It immediately reverted to its original form, gradually turning into a piece of withered branch.

The bark was dry and cracked, wrinkled and ragged, with red viscous liquid, clearly blood, oozing from the cracks.

Seeing the World Tree in this state, a disgusted Greg Jensen frowned, raised his hand about to strike it dead, when the World Tree suddenly spoke.

Not addressing him as ‘Dao Friend’ anymore, it directly called him “Supreme Immortal.”

“Supreme Immortal, spare this old one’s life. Before I gained spiritual intelligence, I endured a great disaster.

It took thousands of years to achieve today’s accomplishments. Considering the toil of my cultivation, I implore the Supreme Immortal to show mercy.”

“Show mercy?”

Greg Jensen sneered, “What about those people from whom you drained the essence and blood? Did you ever show mercy to them?”

“I—-”
“Die!”

Greg Jensen gathered his mana, took a deep breath, and shouted, “Five Thunders Crush the Summit, Decree!”

The sound was like a great bell, and in an instant, the heavens and earth changed color, dark clouds crazily stirred, forming a massive leaden cloud overhead.

Dark clouds loomed!

The air seemed to solidify, squeezing the last bit of breath from his lungs. Yamata no Orochi could no longer maintain his form and involuntarily revealed his true body.

The next second, the terrifying force descended from the sky.

Countless bolts of lightning formed into a column of light, striking down straight.

Boom, boom!

The vast column of light, carrying terrifying energy, directly blasted a deep pit into the ground.

The explosion’s shockwave sent Yamata no Orochi flying.

Even his diamond-like scales were blasted off in several places.

It took him quite a while to recover, and he quickly flew back to peek into the pit, immediately feeling his hair stand on end.

That millennia-old branch of the World Tree had now turned into Charred Wood.

“This—-”
Looking at the pit that was tens of meters deep, Yamata no Orochi felt a chill.

“If the master had used this move from the beginning, I might have…”

Yamata no Orochi shuddered.

Indeed, he wasn’t wrong. If it weren’t for wanting to inquire about the World Tree, Greg Jensen would have struck him down much earlier.

At that moment, a figure descended from the sky into the pit, picked up the palm-sized piece of Thunderstruck Wood, and clicked his tongue in wonder:
“Excellent Thunderstruck Wood, it should make a fine amulet.”

Yamata no Orochi shuddered again.

Is the master a demon?

Killing wasn’t enough, he also wanted to use their bodies to make amulets?

What a bizarre habit!

Oh, but the World Tree isn’t human, so no harm done.