Chapter 1197: Killing the Worm Lord! Mythical Rank·Unique Lord Talent!

Chapter 1197: Eliminate the Insect Sovereign Lord! Mythic-Class · The Sole Sovereign Lord Talent!

"Thirty-three Sovereign Gods collectively besieging a single Lord of a Hundred Clans—this is more than enough face given to him!"

One of the Sovereign Gods sneered.

"Don't underestimate the enemy. Though his actual power stands only at mid-level God, once he activates his Sovereign Lord's secret technique, his strength instantly surges to Sovereign God level. And among Sovereign Gods, he's not exactly weak. If you die through carelessness during battle, don't come crying to me when you're already gone—there's no warning I could have given you."

The Seven-Color Robe Sovereign God spoke coldly.

"Understood."

"I can't give up on the Sovereign God-level secret technique of the Celestial Sovereign Emperor. That's something I must possess."

"The technique isn't exclusive; we can share it."

"Agreed."

...

These primordial deities, with just a few words, seemed to have already sealed the fate of Zhou Zhou's future.

After all, there were no less than thirty-three such deities among them. Together, none of them dared to face a deity they didn't know—except perhaps the Ten Supreme Deities. And Zhou Zhou, a mere "small" Lord of a Hundred Races, was nothing compared to that.

"Yet, would the Supreme Will intervene if we simply go and ambushed the Celestial Sovereign of the People?"

At that moment, one of the deities hesitated, speaking with a hint of trepidation.

"Did your race receive a decree from the Supreme Will?"

The One in the Seven-Color Robe asked back.

"No. Not only did we not receive any such decree—we were actually relieved of previous restrictions placed upon us. Now, we are permitted to send certain powerful beings and resources to aid the growth of our Hundred-Race Lords."

"Then that's settled,"

The One in the Seven-Color Robe replied calmly. "A race's sovereign, a race's sovereign. If the power of the race behind the Hundred-Race Lord does not participate, then what exactly is a race's sovereign?"

"Since the activity titled 'Master of Race' has begun, it signifies that the war phase among the myriad clans has entered the era of inter-clan warfare and inter-realms conflict—we now possess the authority to intervene."

"It's said that the Supreme Will holds great regard for the Sun-Bringer Lord. Yet now, it allows us to confront him directly. I suspect the Supreme Will may be deliberately using us as tools to refine the Celestial Sovereign Emperor."

"If we win, the Supreme Will will not regret it—for it only cares for those who survive the trials and emerge stronger than before."

"If we lose, death will be our price!"

"Thus, we may go forth with full confidence!"

Upon hearing this, the Primordial God's face changed several times, then darkened with fury and resentment: "Have we become the test piece for the Sun-Bringer Lord?"

"Very well!"

"I shall personally shatter this golden prize in the eyes of the Supreme Will, and let all realms know that the so-called mightiest clan lords, when faced with true strength, are nothing but a jest!"

"That is precisely what must be done."

The Seven-Color Robe Master nodded solemnly: "With the rise of these myriad clan lords, many lordly factions and ethnic powers now believe that our ancient, elder ethnic forces are obsolete—outdated relics—while the myriad clan lords represent the future of a new age."

"Even some noble factions and racial powers have begun to flee our control, seeking allegiance with the rising new forces."

"It is time to awaken them—make them understand that the newcomers are merely newcomers, and we, the true sovereigns of the supreme cosmos!"

The other Primordial Gods nodded in agreement.

They had come together with the Seven-Colored Robe master to besiege the Sunlord precisely because within the clans they governed, such rebellious tendencies had begun to surface.

The root causes of these rebellions were largely fueled by the immense prestige of the Celestial Sovereign, leading many to believe that a new era was upon them and that they too should become its champions.

To quell these growing threats and preserve their dominion over the supreme cosmos, they had secretly united and come forth to eliminate the Celestial Sovereign.

Once the most outstanding leader among the myriad races—the Celestial Sovereign—is destroyed,

the majority of these hidden dangers will vanish.

Then, without further words, they surged forward, their power directed toward the direction of the Blue Planet.

…

Blue Star, outer space.

Zhou Zhou stands face to face with the Lord of the Insect Sovereign.

The Lord of the Insect Sovereign gazes at Zhou Zhou, his expression filled with resentment.

But then something strikes him—his demeanor slowly sinks into despair.

"Since you know I will return, why did you dare come with me?"

Zhou Zhou looks at him, utterly confused by his return to Blue Star.

Does this creature not understand the chasm between us?

Is it not clear that coming back is suicide?

"Do you think I wanted to return?"

"I was forcibly brought here by the Supreme Will, to participate in this assembly of sovereigns of species."

The Insect Lord Master spoke with a face twisted in rage.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Zhou stiffened, then quickly grasped the meaning.

Right.

The Supreme Will would inevitably compel every Lord of the Hundred Clans to participate in this Grand Clan Master event.

You would have to take part—no matter how unwilling!

Otherwise, what if some Lord deliberately chose not to attend? Wouldn't that allow a top-tier Lord to fail in uniting all Lords within his clan, thus being denied the title of Clan Master?

With such strength, yet denied the title—how humiliating it would be to think of it.

With that thought in mind,

Zhou Zhou's gaze turned toward the Insect Lord Master, now cold and dangerous.

Had it not been for the Supreme Will's meticulously designed rules, would he not have utterly failed to complete the first phase of this Clan Master event?

I almost ruined my big plan!

And upon seeing Zhou Zhou's gaze, the Insect Sovereign Lord instantly grew tense and terrified.

He knew this look too well.

When he once intended to kill someone, he would display exactly this expression.

The difference lay in the fact that Zhou Zhou's face was colder, more merciless, more terrifying.

After all, this was a being capable of eradicating entire clans with a single finger, annihilating tens of billions of enemies, and still laughing carelessly—such a presence was exceedingly rare even across the infinite realms of existence!

With that thought in mind,

the Insect Sovereign Lord jolted violently and immediately knelt down.

"Imperial Lord of the People, please do not kill me!"

"I possess a legendary lordly aptitude. I willingly submit to you as your vassal lord, honoring you as Emperor, and I will serve you with my lordly talents."

"I can assist you with countless tasks."

"I have numerous insect vassals at my command—all of whom I can summon to serve you."

"I can even elevate your genetic level!"

"I can even…"

The Insect Lord spoke rapidly, a flood of pleading words pouring forth.

Zhou Zhou only stared at it silently, saying nothing.

Gradually,

the Insect Lord's voice grew weaker, until finally, it fell utterly silent.

"Are you going to kill me, then?"

The Insect Overlord spoke.

Zhou Zhou nodded.

The Insect Overlord let out a ghastly, bitter laugh, then instantly dissolved into a streak of purple light, shooting wildly into the heavens.

Zhou Zhou watched silently. A thought flashed through his mind, and suddenly, the Insect Overlord reappeared before him—right there, in front of his eyes. Without a word, he raised his hand and struck, crushing the Insect Overlord into pulp.

The Insect Overlord was a high-ranking member of the insect race, known for its varied resurrection techniques. To deal with such a threat, one had to act with ruthless precision.

But then, his brow furrowed.

For he did not hear the signal of a kill.

He examined the corpse of the Insect Overlord, then laughed:

"An insect's exoskeleton regeneration technique?"

"Attempting to show off its tricks before my lineage—the Wàn Gǔ Imperial Clan?"

Though the Zerg were terrifying creatures, they were nothing more than mere playthings when confronted with the bloodline of the Myriad Gu Emperor Clan, which Zhou Zhou had once absorbed.

As he gazed down upon the corpse, now reduced to a pulp of mangled flesh, a pair of blood-red cruciform marks suddenly manifested within his eyes.

A secret technique from the Sacred Scripture of Myriad Gu—the Blood Curse Art!

In the very next instant, a piercing shriek echoed from the deepest recesses of the starry void, followed by a line of glowing text that materialized before him.

You have slain the Blue Planet Human Race - Lord of the Swarm. You have gained 2 billion promotion energy units! Loots have been condensed!

Lord Talent Notification: Your loot has been enhanced by the 'King of Loots - Perfect Loot' talent. Loot quality +1!

Title Notification: Your loot has been influenced by the title 'Strongest Lord'. Loot quantity +150%!

Title Notification: Your loot has been influenced by the title 'King of Kings'. Loot quantity +100%!

[Lord's Talent Prompt: You have acquired the Perfect Loot—280 Mist Hearts (Epic), 1 World Ring (Mid-Deity, Lower Rank), 4 Divine Artifacts—Insect Heart Crown (Upper-Deity, Lower Rank)... 4 Race Skill Books—Universal Hearts Converge (growable), 4 Race Talent Spheres (True Deity, Upper Rank), 1 Race Divine Artifact—Book of Life, 1 Lord's Talent Sphere (Mythical Rank·Unique), 11 Lord's Talent Crystal Fragments (Mythical Rank·Unique)!]