# Chapter 2675: The Battle Might of a God
The Judgment Divine Envoy had only been able to refine the Divine Star Soul left behind after a True God fell, gaining the ability to mobilize the divine power in the Star Soul Divine Throne of the celestial starry sky for his own use.
Such a False God, though greatly limited, could still condense their own Divine Source in the future and achieve the position of a True God.
Unlike those other False Gods who refined Divine Sources to reach the Divine Realm, because the Divine Source was already fixed, they were destined to remain forever at the False God level.
It could be said that a False God like the Judgment Divine Envoy was merely a transition from Great Saint to True God. In essence, they were still a Great Saint, only having cultivated a Divine Soul.
Such a False God could use the Divine Soul to comprehend the secrets of becoming a god, could use divine power to temper their physical body and Sacred Dao rules, and their future probability of becoming a True God far exceeded that of other Great Saints—it could be called a sure thing.
However, intact Divine Star Souls were too rare. Not everyone could have such an opportunity.
Zhang Ruochen had also refined Divine Star Souls, but none were complete—only residual soul power. Moreover, the True God had fallen too long ago, and the divine power in the Star Soul Divine Throne had dried up, so he hadn't become a False God, nor had he been able to temper his Sacred Soul to the level of a Divine Soul.
In his hands, only the Divine Star Soul of the Hunter God was complete, which could be used to cultivate a False God.
Precisely because the Star Soul Divine Throne did not essentially belong to the Judgment Divine Envoy—it wasn't something the Judgment Divine Envoy had cultivated himself—Zhang Ruochen, using the Wuji Sacred Intent, was able to sever his connection with the Star Soul Divine Throne.
And the reason Zhang Ruochen could mobilize the power of the celestial Star Soul Divine Throne was also achieved through the Wuji Sacred Intent.
The Wuji Sacred Intent pervaded the entire cosmic space, standing on equal footing with the Heavenly Dao—it could be called omnipotent.
The observing cultivators on the Red Dust Archipelago, watching Zhang Ruochen standing beneath the fifteen Divine Throne Planets, bathed in divine light, were all stunned.
"Cutting off the connection between the Judgment Divine Envoy and the Star Soul Divine Throne is one thing. But how can he seize control of the Star Soul Divine Throne? Unless Shu Qianchi's Spiritual Power has already reached the Divine level, it's absolutely impossible."
Michael heavily stomped on the lamp tower, causing it to shake violently.
What was happening before his eyes was unacceptable to him.
"If Shu Qianchi had already achieved Divine-level Spiritual Power, how could the Lord of the Red Dust Peerless Tower allow him to slaughter so wantonly? I have to say, this Shu Qianchi is too terrifying!" a Great Saint from the Heavenly Realm Faction said with a heavy heart.
It wasn't just the cultivators of the Heavenly Realm Faction who couldn't understand it. Even the three False Gods within the Mysterious Case Divine Palace discussed among themselves. With their experience, they had never seen such a bizarre thing.
"Could Shu Qianchi be using some kind of formation to control the Judgment Divine Envoy's Divine Soul, thereby gaining control of the Star Soul Divine Throne?" the Red Robe Divine General speculated.
The Black Robe Divine General's eyes emitted divine light as he stared at Zhang Ruochen, shaking his head. "There are no formation inscriptions around his body, but standing there, he naturally forms a momentum of heaven and earth."
"Don't worry about Shu Qianchi for now. Hurry and repair the divine patterns on the island. These two are no ordinary figures. Don't let the shockwaves from their battle impact the other islands."
The Mysterious Case Divine General said this, then walked out of the Divine Palace and pressed a palm toward the void.
From his palm, dense divine patterns flew out, surging toward the space where Zhang Ruochen and Yin Yuanchen were.
The Black Robe Divine General flew into the air, pressing his index and middle fingers together. Immediately, his divine body split into four, flying to four different positions on the island to arrange divine patterns.
Although the Black Robe Divine General was a False God, he had already cultivated for over fifty thousand years. In terms of the strength of his divine body and Divine Soul, and in terms of divine abilities and combat techniques, he was not comparable to those newborn False Gods.
Even more terrifying was that his Spiritual Power had reached the seventy-first rank. Though still far from a True God, his combat power could rank among False Gods.
With his divine body split into four, each divine body erupted with divine might no weaker than the Judgment Divine Envoy in his prime.
Among False Gods, those who could cultivate Spiritual Power above the seventieth rank were ultimately few. But cultivating for tens of thousands of years, even a hundred thousand years, to reach the seventieth rank of Spiritual Power was not difficult.
Under the reinforcement of the three Divine Generals, the shattered island reassembled.
Dense divine patterns emerged in the space.
Dao locks flew out from the Red Dust Peerless Tower in the sky, like countless invisible chains entwining the island, suppressing the destructive power from the battle between Zhang Ruochen and Yin Yuanchen.
Yin Yuanchen's gaze was heavy. The Divine Relic Ancient Artifact war sword in his hand was thrust into the ground.
"Whoosh—"
A gray, hazy Primordial Extinction Death Force surged out, covering a small half of the island, transforming it into a Death Kingdom.
Most of the cultivators from the Heavenly Realm Faction retreated to the mountain peaks at the edge of the island. Only the deep-cultivated Supreme Realm Great Saints remained at the edge of the Death Kingdom, ready to deliver a fatal blow to Zhang Ruochen at any time.
Within the Death Kingdom, a towering altar manifested, like a mountain built of piled stones.
On the altar stood numerous statues, with stars and moons suspended, and ancient shamanic forces interweaving and flowing.
Yin Yuanchen stood at the top of the altar, waving his arm.
A hundred-zhang-tall Shaman God phantom rushed out. It held a great cauldron, drawing upon the four different powers of wind, rain, fire, and thunder to attack Zhang Ruochen.
In an instant, a second Shaman God phantom condensed on the altar.
...
In less than a quarter of an hour, nine Shaman God phantoms emerged one after another, each possessing unparalleled combat power.
They held great cauldrons, each cauldron heavier than a star.
These were the phantoms of the Power Shaman God from the Primordial Shamanic Clan.
The Power Shamans cultivated pure strength, capable of moving mountains and shifting seas, overturning rivers and oceans.
"Compared to a thousand years ago, Yin Yuanchen has now cultivated the Shamanic Dao to a miraculous level."
Zhang Ruochen drew upon the divine power from the fifteen Divine Throne Planets, converting it into fist energy. He punched out again and again, clashing with the nine Shaman God phantoms, causing divine light to surge violently.
The nine Shaman God phantoms were enough to suppress an Eon-level representative figure.
But Yin Yuanchen hadn't thought they could suppress Zhang Ruochen at this moment. Therefore, he sat cross-legged at the center of the altar, executing the life-killing divine ability "Peach Blossom Calamity."
Peach Blossom Calamity was a curse-like divine ability, extremely bizarre, capable of killing from a thousand miles away.
The Peach Blossom Calamity secret art was applied to Zhang Ruochen. Immediately, Zhang Ruochen's skin split open, his body shattered like ceramic, and blood scattered outward.
But in just an instant, Zhang Ruochen refined the bizarre power of Peach Blossom Calamity within his body, and his body recondensed.
"He refined Peach Blossom Calamity so quickly?" Yin Yuanchen frowned deeply.
"Boom!"
Zhang Ruochen used divine power to drive the Supreme Sacred Artifact, the Golden Moon Wheel, smashing a Shaman God phantom along with its great cauldron into pieces, dispersing them into nothingness.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
...
The Shaman God phantoms couldn't withstand Zhang Ruochen's assault, shattering one after another like bursting bubbles.
"Try taking a strike from me!"
Zhang Ruochen roared loudly.
The Golden Moon Wheel flew out, its Supreme power surging and vast. Golden light illuminated heaven and earth, crashing into the altar at the center of the Death Kingdom.
The altar beneath Yin Yuanchen's feet and the Death Kingdom were formed from the Primordial Sacred Qi within his body, condensed with over forty trillion Sacred Dao rules. Under the violent collision, the Death Kingdom, as if made of paper, was torn apart.
The altar shook violently, emitting a dazzling black light.
Yin Yuanchen on the altar stood unsteadily, his face turning somewhat pale.
Although he had once assassinated a False God, that was under favorable conditions of time and place, a surprise attack, and he had only barely succeeded.
A Saint-realm cultivator, no matter how strong, would find it extremely difficult to face a False God head-on.
The Golden Moon Wheel spun once and flew back above Zhang Ruochen's head.
"Take another strike from me."
The fifteen Divine Throne Planets shot out fifteen pillars of divine energy, falling upon Zhang Ruochen and the Judgment Divine Envoy. Then, they transformed into a river of divine light, rushing into the Golden Moon Wheel.
The golden light of the moon wheel surged greatly. Supreme Inscription Runes danced like dragons and snakes, its might reaching an unprecedented intensity.
"Swish, swish."
As the Golden Moon Wheel flew out again, all the courtyards on the ground were swept up, flying around it.
"Boom!"
The Golden Moon Wheel struck the altar, shattering most of it.
Yin Yuanchen withdrew all his Sacred Dao rules into his body, executing unparalleled speed, shooting up into the sky to avoid the Golden Moon Wheel. From the sky, he attacked Zhang Ruochen.
He swung his war sword, cleaving down a sword light over ten miles long.
Clearly, Yin Yuanchen was aware of Zhang Ruochen's weakness. Zhang Ruochen could borrow the power of the Star Soul Divine Throne to erupt with False God-level combat power. But the conversion of divine power was slow, giving him an opportunity.
Zhang Ruochen grabbed a war sword, drew in divine power, and swung it out.
This sword strike incorporated Sword Dao Essence. Though seemingly simple, its sword momentum was fierce, drawing in the Sword Dao rules of heaven and earth.
"Bang!"
The two sword lights formed a cross-shaped shadow, colliding in midair.
Countless sword energies turned into a rain of swords, some rushing upward, some flying toward the ground.
Immediately after, Yin Yuanchen struck with his second sword.
The sword in his hand had been passed down from the Primordial Era and had been wielded by multiple gods. It was said that before being refined into a sword, it was a shamanic sacrificial scepter.
For this reason, the sword contained ancient shamanic power, not only immensely powerful but also capable of shaking the soul.
"Bang! Bang! Bang..."
Although Zhang Ruochen was somewhat slower, the power he erupted was even greater.
After the two clashed dozens of times, Yin Yuanchen's Supreme Dharma Body could no longer withstand the divine-level battle. He spat out a mouthful of blood, his face pale as paper, and rapidly retreated into the distance.
"Whoosh!"
Zhang Ruochen swung his sword, cutting off the head of the Judgment Divine Envoy beneath his feet.
"Where do you think you're going? Stay here for this Emperor."
Zhang Ruochen held the bloody head in one hand and a war sword in the other, with the Golden Moon Wheel suspended above his head, chasing after Yin Yuanchen.
There was no other way. Zhang Ruochen had to rely on the Divine Soul within the Judgment Divine Envoy's head to overpower Yin Yuanchen.
The Judgment Divine Envoy's vitality was strong, and he wasn't dead. His eyes glared angrily, and he roared from his mouth: "Shu Qianchi, you'll die a horrible death. If you have the guts, don't use secret arts. Let's fight fair and square."
"Shut up!"
Zhang Ruochen glanced at the head in his hand, pulled out a Sacred Source, and stuffed it into the Judgment Divine Envoy's mouth.
In the distance, the Judgment Divine Envoy's headless body crawled up from the ground. A large mouth grew from its abdomen, roaring: "This Divine Envoy will never yield! Fight! Today, let's die together!"
"Can't you just shut up already?"
The Golden Moon Wheel above Zhang Ruochen's head flew out, smashing the Judgment Divine Envoy's headless body into pieces, turning it into a cloud of bloody mist.