Chapter 3155: Without Yao Feng True God! Does He Look Like a Dog...

Gratitude toward the two true gods stirred a faint sense of shame in Wang Teng.

In truth, he had never intended to think so deeply at first—his desire to drive back the Dark Beasts was entirely heartfelt.

Again, the saying held: *When the nest is overturned, no egg remains whole!*

He had been granted an advantage; his future was destined for light.

But even light needs a stage—if there’s no stage left, what use is light?

Thus, when the Dark Beasts invaded, he fought without restraint.

Ultimately, it was also for himself.

But.

The True God Chihuang and the True God Zhulong, upon hearing this, exchanged glances and found their regard for Wang Teng deepened.

Faced with immense merit and their gratitude, he remained neither arrogant nor agitated.

Among the young geniuses, Wang Teng truly stood alone.

No other prodigy could compare.

“A fine example of duty!”

The star envoy-level true god suddenly laughed aloud.

His gaze fell upon Wang Teng, filled with approval.

“Wang Teng, you are indeed exceptional.”

“Before your arrival, I did not perceive you as particularly different, but now, my mind has changed.”

“Such a genius as you has not appeared in our realm for a long, long time.”

“If every warrior in my Bright Universe regarded such matters as their due, then why should we fear the Dark Beasts?”

As soon as the words finished, all present were stunned.

Such praise was exceedingly heavy—unparalleled.

*Such a genius as you has not appeared in our realm for a long, long time!*

Just that single sentence, if spread abroad, would send countless geniuses into shock and envy.

His recognition of Wang Teng surpassed that of all other geniuses.

It was almost unbelievable.

After all, a star envoy-level true god had seen countless geniuses.

Since the Hall of Stars governed other powers, each envoy had witnessed talents from every faction.

Thus, the number of geniuses he had seen far exceeded that of ordinary true gods.

For him to speak thus meant the evaluation of Wang Teng was exceptionally high.

“I dare not accept such honor,”

Wang Teng replied, his eyes brimming with genuine surprise.

He had no fear of surpassing all other geniuses—after all, he had always intended to walk the path of invincibility, to crush every contemporary prodigy and powerful being.

Yet before a true god, humility was still necessary.

Not too much, though.

Others might say such things, but he could not reply in kind.

Otherwise, it would be arrogance beyond measure.

Only when he felt capable of rivaling a true god would he have the right to speak boldly before them.

The star envoy-level true god smiled faintly, casting a knowing glance at Wang Teng, then said no more.

“Next, the bestowal of honors upon the immortal-level beings.”

He returned to the main topic, speaking calmly.

“What?!”

A cry of astonishment erupted from the crowd, laced with disbelief.

All the strong warriors present shifted in expression, some staring incredulously at the True God Yao Feng.

Wang Teng couldn’t help but turn his gaze, raising an eyebrow.

This outcome seemed rather interesting.

Yao Feng wasn’t included!

Then apart from combat merits, wouldn’t he gain nothing?

Now he was nearly certain Yao Feng had come for the Hall of Stars’ Honor Badge.

But in the end, he had failed.

Could this be his fault too?

Indeed.

The next moment, Yao Feng’s face turned extremely dark, his eyes locking onto Wang Teng with venomous intensity.

To be honest, this was the first time he had seen such unguarded hostility in the other’s gaze.

It was the look of someone who wanted to cut him down instantly.

*Ssssh.*

How terrifying.

Wang Teng raised his brow provocatively at Yao Feng, feeling immensely satisfied.

Deserved it.

Absolutely deserved it.

On the other side, the True God Zhu Long looked at Yao Feng with unmistakable mockery.

No Honor Badge from the Hall of Stars.

Yao Feng’s calculations had completely collapsed.

Though he was also surprised, this result brought him great satisfaction.

True God Chihuang glanced at Yao Feng calmly, his eyes devoid of mockery—still as tranquil as an ancient well.

But the more calm he appeared, the more unbearable Yao Feng felt.

He thought his nose might be turning red.

*The clown is me,* jpg.

That sensation was like the other hadn’t even considered him, leaving him alone on stage, performing a one-man show.

More and more gazes turned toward him.

Other immortal-level beings also began to look at Yao Feng.

The meaning in his gaze was self-evident.

"Your Excellency, Star Messenger, is there something amiss?"

Yin Lei Zunzhe suddenly rose to his feet, bowing respectfully toward the Star Messenger, unable to suppress his inquiry.

"Oh?"

The Star Messenger-level true god responded with a faint tone, asking, "What's the matter?"

"Why isn't Lord Yao Feng here?"

Under that profound gaze, Yin Lei Zunzhe felt an overwhelming pressure, yet having spoken, he could only press on with gritted teeth.

"Yao Feng, is this also your question?"

Instead of answering immediately, the Star Messenger-level true god turned to look at True God Yao Feng and replied with a counter-question.

"That's right!" True God Yao Feng bit out. "I at least participated in this great battle and made considerable contributions—why am I not included in this award ceremony?"

The Star Messenger-level true god gazed deeply into His eyes and said calmly, "Because your merits are insufficient."

"After calculation by the Hall of Stars, your achievements this time are not enough to elevate your star rank."

"If I recall correctly, you should be holding a Three-Star Star Messenger Honor Badge, yes?"

True God Yao Feng’s expression darkened. He nodded slowly and said, "Though my merits may not match Chihuang or Zhulong, shouldn’t they be sufficient to elevate my Three-Star Star Messenger Honor Badge to Four-Star?"

He still harbored some resentment.

Before entering the battle, his original intention had been to gain two star ranks, elevating his Star Messenger Honor Badge to Five-Star. Now, that was impossible—only one rank could be hoped for.

To rise from Four-Star to Five-Star might still be considered insufficient. But to go from Three-Star to Four-Star? He believed it was certainly enough. It now depended solely on whether the Hall of Stars would grant him the promotion.

The Star Messenger-level true god stared at Yao Feng for a moment before uttering two words: "Not enough."

True God Yao Feng froze, speechless.

The words were few, but resolute.

Not enough meant not enough.

He knew this outcome was nearly unchangeable.

A word from a Star Messenger-level being carried immense weight.

"...”

Yin Lei Zunzhe stood caught between them, as if sensing a storm brewing between the two true gods, trembling in the corner.

He felt he shouldn’t have been standing here—he should have been crouched beneath the table.

"Pfft!"

Wang Teng couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

He was professional—unless he truly couldn’t hold back.

This True God Yao Feng was too pitiful, haha…

"Wang Teng, you’re too cruel—laughing behind his back like that," Roundy teased.

He felt Wang Teng at that moment resembled a fox who’d just stolen a chicken, that smug, malicious air impossible to hide.

Though he found it amusing too, he still thought a little respect was due.

"No choice—his current look is genuinely hilarious!" Wang Teng said innocently.

"Let me ask—do you feel pretty good right now? Turning a true god into this state—this is unprecedented, past or future," Roundy said.

"Hmm, feels okay, just a little sense of accomplishment," Wang Teng replied lightly.

He’d worked hard for this result, after all.

How difficult it had been!

But he couldn’t tell Roundy that. A quiet inner joy was enough—outwardly, he must remain calm.

"...”

Roundy felt once again manipulated by Wang Teng, his lips twitching involuntarily.

Why did he even bother asking?

Why couldn’t he learn from past mistakes?

It always happened like this—had he become accustomed to such daily humiliations? Didn’t he feel uncomfortable without experiencing Wang Teng’s arrogant aura?

Tch.

Terrifying.

Roundy dared not think further. He realized he was probably sick—and seriously so.

"Roundy, do you think he resembles anything?" Wang Teng suddenly asked.

"Like what?" Roundy asked, puzzled.

He studied carefully, but couldn’t see any resemblance.

That was a true god-level existence—what could it possibly resemble?

Ice Dithis, secretly eavesdropping, perked up her ears.

"Doesn’t he look like a dog?" Wang Teng chuckled softly.

Roundy: "...”

Ice Dithis: "...”

This guy was truly despicable!

They expected Wang Teng to say something clever, but instead, he insulted someone.

And he called a true god a dog.

He really had no fear.

If anyone else had done this—no matter their level, even if they were Immortal-grade masters, let alone domain lords—they wouldn’t have dared.

"...”

"I demand an appeal!"

True God Yao Feng suddenly spoke coldly.

He refused to accept this outcome. After struggling through the battle, fighting tooth and nail against the Dark Species, this was the reward?

In front of so many people, he felt reduced to a clown.

He had to reclaim the dignity that belonged to him.

"Go ahead,"

The Star Messenger-level true god’s gaze remained unchanged, replying indifferently:

"The Sanctuary of Stars is fully aware of your affairs, and no matter how you appeal, it will ultimately alter nothing of this outcome."

"Whether you accept it or not, it will make no difference whatsoever."

Upon hearing these words, True God Yaofeng's face shifted through a kaleidoscope of colors, turning from ashen pale to a deep livid bruise.

In the end, all the air seemed to drain from him, and he slowly closed his eyes, offering no further word.

This time, he had no choice but to swallow the bitter pill in silence.

The deeds he had committed were, in truth, thoroughly unpresentable; had he succeeded, naturally no one would have uttered a word of reproach.

Victory, after all, is written by the successful.

But he had failed.

Now anyone could step forward to trample upon him, for the defeated possess no right to speak, and this time he was granted no chance of a reversal.

The gazes directed at True God Yaofeng from many in the crowd were filled with nothing but mockery.

This True God Yaofeng was utterly undeserving of sympathy!

Virtually everyone present was well aware of his maneuvers; he had originally arrived to usurp authority, driven solely by the desire to seize military merit.

Yet look at the outcome—he had failed, and far from securing any merit, he had instead suffered such a staggering, silent humiliation.

To contemplate it was actually quite gratifying.

Several powerhouses who originally belonged to the camps of the Three Great Territories now felt a profound sense of vindication in their hearts.

Then again, this was truly all thanks to Wang Teng.

Venerable Tianlan Yuanhai, Venerable Chumo, and the others could not help but look toward the young man, a complex emotion difficult to conceal swirling within their eyes.

This fellow was truly... beyond reproach!

Wang Teng's mind was completely at ease now; he had initially worried whether True God Yaofeng might stir up some new trouble, but it appeared his anxieties had been entirely in vain.

The Sanctuary of Stars actually knew exactly what the man had done, and because of it