Chapter 3137: Yao Feng True God Apologizes! What Do You Mean by Wasting? He Seems...

The situation was unfolding in an unexpected direction.

On the side of True God Yaofeng, three True Gods had taken a stance, while on the mechanical race’s side, three more True Gods had stepped in.

This state of affairs could truly be described as evenly matched—neither side gave ground to the other.

All fell into silence.

The atmosphere within the main control hall was so heavy it seemed ready to weep with tension.

True God Chihuang and True God Yaofeng locked eyes in midair.

An invisible pressure collided, causing many immortal-level beings present to feel a suffocating weight.

No one spoke again.

Wang Teng no longer raised his gaze to scan the room; after being glanced at by that carefree True God just moments ago, he now sat quietly.

Yet, despite this, curiosity still filled his heart.

Which factions had aligned themselves with the mechanical race?

And which had sided with Yaofeng?

This would affect his future actions.

At the very least, he needed to know which forces to watch out for—after all, if they were all on Yaofeng’s side, what good could they possibly be?

If Yaofeng ever decided to strike him, these factions would surely become his instruments.

Wang Teng understood this only too well.

He was no longer some greenhorn warrior.

By now, he had seen too many twists and turns.

Don’t think you’ve never offended any of these powers.

But once you offend even one, it sets off a chain reaction—eventually, every related faction will rise up.

It’s not that those powers are stupid or easily manipulated.

Rather, they form a community of interests—mutual loss, mutual gain.

In such circumstances, anyone who blocks their path will naturally face collective opposition.

Put simply, isn’t this just arrogance?

The stronger the power, the more pronounced it becomes.

They don’t even bother looking down upon a lone warrior.

After all, the gap between a single force crushing a warrior is immeasurable.

There is no comparison!

No one, regardless of who, would take a single warrior seriously.

Unless that warrior has reached a level worthy of awe.

The silence between both sides lasted about ten breaths.

Then, Yaofeng first withdrew his gaze.

A sense of resentment burned within him—why should he apologize to the mechanical race?

Yaofeng slightly lifted his chin, striving to maintain composure and pride.

With a condescending tone, he said calmly:

"Chihuang, I won’t argue with you.

Today’s matter—the mechanical race indeed bears responsibility.

Regardless of anything, failing to locate the source means it’s your fault."

Every word carried an implication of the mechanical race’s incompetence.

He must fix this narrative firmly, leaving no room for rebuttal.

True God Chihuang’s obsidian-blue eyes narrowed slightly.

His silver mechanical fingers tapped lightly on the table, producing a crisp sound.

"Yaofeng, watch your words."

His voice remained calm, yet carried an unyielding authority.

"I have made it clear—the origin of that disturbance cannot be pinpointed.

If you doubt me, you may step forward and investigate yourself."

Yaofeng snorted coldly.

"If I could detect it, then what use would you mechanical race be?"

The moment those words left his mouth, everyone present changed expression.

That statement was far too harsh.

Almost openly humiliating the mechanical race in front of all.

Chihuang’s fingers ceased tapping.

The temperature in the entire main control hall seemed to plummet by dozens of degrees, a strange chill spreading through the air.

Even the ten True Gods within the light screens fell silent, observing the dispute with cold detachment.

Both sides’ allies had already entered the fray—now only Yaofeng and Chihuang remained to determine right from wrong.

Though framed as right and wrong, it was ultimately a clash of interests.

For future schemes, one side must dominate the other.

Whoever lost would fall into weakness, facing extreme disadvantage afterward.

So though it might seem like a trivial matter, its implications ran deep.

"Yaofeng,"

Chihuang slowly straightened his posture, dispelling any casual demeanor.

His silver mechanical body seemed to grow immensely tall and majestic in that instant, a vast oppressive aura pouring forth from him.

"Can I take your words as an accusation of cowardice?"

"You’ve completely abandoned dignity, haven’t you?"

Once these words were spoken, everyone’s gaze toward Yaofeng turned with a hint of disdain.

When this True God chose to abandon shame, he truly went all-in.

Among all the powerful figures here, none considered themselves inferior to him.

What kind of person says, “Then what use are you mechanical race?”

Is that something a human can say?

Unable to investigate himself, yet blaming others anyway.

Shamelessness had reached a new peak.

Wang Teng felt utterly speechless.

This Yaofeng True God had become invincible.

One without shame is invincible.

At this moment, in Wang Teng’s mind, Yaofeng’s shamelessness had reached the highest tier.

A True God capable of abandoning shame to such an extent was truly unprecedented in the world.

Yaofeng’s expression completely shifted.

He now felt like a target for everyone’s scorn.

All eyes were fixed upon Him, that gaze making Him feel as if seated on a bed of needles.

If it had been merely some immortal-level beings, it would have been bearable.

But among the gathered were also numerous true gods—He, though a true god himself, could not endure so many true gods’ gazes.

An invisible pressure descended upon Him.

“Apologize!”

True God Chihuang uttered only two words, no more.

His tone was calm, yet absolute.

At this moment, His authority reached its zenith; the silence of the true gods present seemed to fade into mere background, amplifying His might.

The three true gods who had spoken up for True God Yaofeng now fell silent.

They could no longer defend him.

Had they initially hoped to overpower True God Chihuang through sheer numbers?

Now, they had lost that advantage—any further words would be meaningless.

True God Yaofeng’s face turned deathly pale.

His gaze swept across the ten figures of true gods, seeing that even those three who had defended him now remained silent. His heart plummeted to the depths.

He knew the outcome. He weighed the consequences in his mind.

No matter how much he resented it now, resistance was futile.

Looking into Chihuang’s icy stare, he had no doubt that the man would act.

A true god would never play games over such matters.

To say he would strike meant he would strike—it was a question of true godly dignity.

In the end, he chose to yield.

“Fine! This matter is my fault.”

Yaofeng’s voice came out like teeth grinding together, stiff and cold.

Though he apologized, everyone could hear the complete absence of sincerity.

After speaking, he closed his eyes, adopting an expression of “this is it, whoever wants it can take it,” leaving many caught between laughter and exasperation.

This Yaofeng truly had given up on saving face.

If that was the case, there was simply nothing one could do about him.

After all, he had already thrown away his dignity—so who feared whom?

Wang Teng glanced at Yaofeng with a peculiar look, his eyes brimming with unmasked mockery.

Who said Yaofeng was clever?

Apparently, not so sharp after all.

Or perhaps, he did have some skill—but the more he schemed, the more flaws emerged.

Those superior to him could easily spot the cracks.

Simply put, his calculations were inadequate.

And this time, Yaofeng had gone out of his way to provoke trouble—hoping to use momentum to intimidate others. But he failed.

Because Chihuang’s presence carried equal weight.

“…”

Yaofeng’s soul sense detected Wang Teng’s unrestrained mockery, and rage surged within him, boiling over.

How dare he?!

Damn it!

If it had been any other true god, he might have endured it.

But Wang Teng—just a domain master-level warrior—how dared he mock him so openly?

Did the man truly not fear death?

Right now, crushing Wang Teng would be as easy as crushing an ant.

Yet he didn’t know that while Wang Teng feared true gods, once a deadly feud was established, he would no longer retreat. When opportunity arose, he would pounce—like a wolf attacking a wounded prey.

Future matters could wait. Right now, he wanted satisfaction.

Couldn’t fight?

Then at least enjoy the verbal and visual revenge.

The goal was simple: no inner turmoil.

Still, Yaofeng knew this wasn’t the right moment to act.

If he moved now, Chihuang and the others would surely intervene.

“Hmph! I’ll let you live a little longer!”

Yaofeng snorted coldly in his heart, his killing intent reaching its peak.

Wang Teng sensed that tangible wave of murderous intent, his expression turning grave—but then he sneered coldly.

Go ahead, unleash whatever tricks you’ve got. If he flinched, he wouldn’t deserve the surname Wang.

“Wang Teng, why must you provoke him again?”

Ji Lao sat beside Wang Teng, sensing something too, and whispered with a bitter smile.

Even he avoided provoking that Yaofeng true god, yet this Wang Teng kept clashing with him—wasn’t that just asking for suffering?

“Senior, there’s no room for reconciliation between me and Yaofeng true god,” Wang Teng replied calmly through telepathy.

“Believe me or not, even if I hadn’t mocked him now, he’d still never let me go afterward.”

“…” Ji Lao fell silent for a moment, then nodded. “That’s true.”

“But doing this will only make his retaliation fiercer.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Wang Teng shrugged, confident.

“As long as it’s not a true god personally coming to hunt me down, I’m sure I can escape.”

“…”

Ji Lao fell silent.

He didn’t know whether to praise Wang Teng’s confidence—or call him delusional.

As long as it wasn’t a true god hunting him personally?

That single sentence revealed unimaginable self-assurance.

Real or fake?

Could Wang Teng really escape from a peerless immortal-level master?

Though Wang Teng had previously displayed astonishing prowess in battle, most of it relied on external forces—not his own strength.

Yet when he recalled Wang Teng’s unexpected, monstrous performances, he found himself unable to judge.

This man was a mystery wrapped in fog—utterly opaque.

"Forget it, just take care of yourself."

Old Man Ji sighed in his heart, yet he still transmitted his voice this way:

"If there really is no other way, remember that we old fellows are still standing right behind you."

"No matter what, you are a fine sprout of our Starry Sky Academy; we cannot let these people ruin you."

Wang Teng felt a touch of warmth in his heart, but as he listened further, something started to feel a bit amiss.

What did he mean by 'ruin'?

That choice of words was quite unfortunate.

"Old Man Ji, your phrasing is truly... making me feel like some innocent young maiden."

Wang Teng could not help but complain.

"Scram!"

Old Man Ji's face turned completely black with lines of exasperation.

Here he was, speaking with utmost gravity, yet Wang Teng remained so utterly irreverent, giving him the distinct impression of casting pearls before swine.

What a troublesome brat!

On the other side, True God Chihuang glanced at True God Yaofeng, pursuing the matter no further.

Forcing True God Yaofeng to apologize was merely a means to make the other party back down.

As for whether it was sincere?

Did it matter?

It did not matter at all.

In any case, their Machine Race had won this particular round.

An undercurrent-driven confrontation temporarily drew to a close with True God Yaofeng's compromise.

Yet everyone could see that the matter was far from over, and True God Yaofeng would not simply let it rest at this.

Furthermore, they were well aware that the preceding event was merely a prelude; the matters to be discussed next were likely the truly crucial ones.

True God Yaofeng's faction would undoubtedly make trouble again; they were almost certainly just waiting for a better opportunity.

Countless thoughts flashed through Wang Teng's mind, and he quickly realized that the business was not yet finished.

Now should be the time to discuss the real matters at hand, right?

Sure enough.

True God Yaofeng opened his eyes once more and spoke, "Since the matter of providence cannot be clearly explained, we shall set it aside for now. Next, shouldn't we discuss the arrangements for our placement?"

"..."

The corner of Wang Teng's mouth twitched.

Why did it feel like this True God Yaofeng was growing braver with every defeat?

As if suffering a setback just now wasn't enough, he was rushing into the next battle without a moment's pause.

Wang Teng had thought the man would at least quiet down for a little while.

But then again, for the other party to proactively bring up the issue of placement—what was he trying to achieve?

For the moment, he could not fathom the man's intentions.

Why did it feel as though the deity was pulling himself into the equation as well?

Moreover, he seemed somewhat impatient.

Wang Teng's brow furrowed slightly; the more he thought about it, the more amiss it felt.

True God Chihuang paused, his gaze turning solemn as he scanned the surroundings, and said, "Regarding the residual dark energy and calamity power within everyone's bodies, it must ultimately be resolved."

The moment his voice fell, everyone's attention was drawn over.

Their expressions grew heavy, as though they were awaiting judgment.

It was almost laughable; they had sacrificed so much for the great war, yet now they had to seal themselves off, resembling prisoners.

Had this happened to someone lacking sufficient resolve, it would likely have already provoked a rebellious mindset.

How could True God Chihuang not know this? He softened his voice as much as possible, speaking slowly:

"Everyone present should be well aware that the dark energy and calamity power within your bodies are exceedingly difficult to purge."

"The situation inspires no optimism!"

"If it were merely dark energy, it would not be so troublesome, but this time an additional calamity power has been introduced."

"Having sensed it during this period, you all should already understand how thorny and terrifying this calamity power is."

At this point, he paused to let everyone process the gravity of the words.

He knew that only by making them recognize the sheer trouble of that dark energy and calamity power would they willingly cooperate.

The crowd's reaction was indeed relatively calm; they exchanged glances before looking toward True God Chihuang and saying, "Lord True Gods, there is no need to be overly concerned. We shall follow all arrangements."