The idol transformed into a living person and looked around in panic.
Tang Zheng chased after him relentlessly and shouted, "You can't escape. Why don't you stay and answer a few of my questions? I'll give you a quick death."
The idol didn't even look back as he said in a trembling voice, "If I don't run, am I supposed to wait for death? Which rock did you pop out from? You're so powerful that you dare to chase after a divine race. "
The idol felt a headache coming on and was so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.
He was a good idol in the Shinto sect and was worshipped with fireworks. This was a job that many divine races had done before.
The other divine races passed this time peacefully. Only he was so unlucky to have encountered such a ruthless character.
He wanted to fight the other party head-on, but he wasn't a match for Tang Zheng.
He admitted defeat and wanted to run.
Tang Zheng also chased after him relentlessly and didn't give him a chance to escape.
What would happen to the divine race's face if a divine race was forced to run away?
The idol really wanted to cry but had no tears. He felt that he had been wronged.
One in front and one behind, they flew in circles around the nine peaks of the Shinto sect.
There were spatial restrictions all around the sect.
With pursuers behind the idol, he had no intention of breaking the restrictions and running away.
Thus, he could only run for his life in this small world of the Shinto sect.
Sword glints tore through the sky and chased after the idol.
Occasionally, the sword glints would leave a wound on the idol's body.
The idol cried out miserably as if his butt was on fire. There was no longer any trace of the divine race's high and mighty aura.
The others were already dumbfounded, their jaws almost falling to the ground.
"How can a god be so weak?"
The image of a god in many people's hearts collapsed. Tears flowed out of their eyes as their mentality collapsed.
Yu Zhitian came to and wiped the corners of his eyes. His palms were wet. His mentality was similar to that of the entire Shinto sect.
Don't look at how Tang Zheng had said a thousand times that he wasn't in a hurry to see this scene.
They truly realized that gods were no longer high and mighty. Gods could also be defeated and even killed.
Tang Zheng looked at the subtle reactions of the divine emissaries. How could he not know what they were thinking? He had deliberately chased after the idol and didn't kill it in one blow. Of course, this was also the effect he had expected.
Now, it seemed to have worked.
The effect was obvious.
Then the statue would have completed its mission.
"Stop right there!" Tang Zheng bellowed.
His voice was like thunder, deafening and making many Oracles with low cultivation dizzy. He almost fainted.
Shua!
The Hidden Mystic Sword broke through the air and fell from the sky, as if it had split the space into two. It blocked the front of the statue, forcing him to stop.
The statue was stunned. It stared at the sword in a daze.
He had already determined that he was not a match for Tang Zheng. Seeing this sword strike, he was even more certain of this.
Immediately, he despaired.
The Hidden Profound Sword stood in front of him like a natural moat, making him unable to cross it at all.
"You are the Divine King?" The statue looked at Tang Zheng in shock and asked.
Divine King?
Tang Zheng was moved. He was clearly in the Divine Emperor Realm, but the statue had mistaken him for the Divine King Realm. It seemed that his combat power was not weaker than the average Divine King.
"Maybe it's because I not only cultivated the New Heaven Book but also the Heavenly God Technique. With both, my power is stronger than the average Divine Emperor. That's why he had this misunderstanding."
Tang Zheng analyzed secretly.
"No matter what, this is a good thing."
Tang Zheng smiled, but to the statue, it was like a wolf grandmother. Moreover, Tang Zheng's smile made the statue's last hope vanish.
Because Tang Zheng had admitted that he was in the Divine King Realm. As a Divine Emperor Realm statue, how could he be a match for Tang Zheng?
The statue was frightened and asked with trepidation, "What do you want to ask?"
"That's more like it. If you insist on not cooperating, you will be the one to suffer in the end." Tang Zheng said with a smile, "Why did you turn into a statue here? What mission do you have?"
Tang Zheng already had a guess, but he wanted to verify it through the statue.
"Every few years, the Divine Realm will choose a Divine Race to come to each world and turn into a statue to receive incense and worship. This way, they can monitor this world and keep everything under the control of the Divine Race. Moreover, they can guarantee that the power of faith will be continuously sent to the Divine Realm. "
The statue said while suppressing his fear, carefully sizing up Tang Zheng.
"He's actually a human who cultivated to become a God. He's even more powerful than me, a Divine Race. How did he do it? He's simply a freak! "The statue secretly criticized.
Tang Zheng's eyes lit up. The statue's words coincided with his guess. He continued to ask, "How does the Divine Realm choose who to be a statue?"
Although the statue looked high and mighty, it was actually a coolie.
Because it was confined to a temple, it did not have the freedom of the Divine Race in the Divine Realm.
Therefore, Tang Zheng asked this question.
The statue's cheeks turned red and it stammered, not knowing how to answer.
"There's hope!" Tang Zheng's expression darkened. "You're not going to answer?"
The statue looked at Tang Zheng nervously, as if it had completely thrown caution to the wind. It said resentfully, "The Divine Race's candidates are all people with low cultivation and no power or influence in the Divine Realm."
"Hahaha!"
Tang Zheng laughed loudly and said, "As expected of coolies. The Divine Race's high officials and dignitaries, those with power and influence don't need to be turned into statues. Only an unlucky person like you would be like this."
The statue's face turned red and it lowered its head in shame.
The others seemed to have long since become numb. No matter what shocking words the statue said, they would not have much of an extreme reaction.
There were actually so many inside stories among the Divine Race.
Many people had a feeling of sudden realization and stared at the statue without blinking, as if they wanted to know more about the Divine Race from it.
The reverence in the hearts of the Divine Envoys for the Divine Race was melting little by little, like ice melting.
Tang Zheng looked at the statue's reaction and an idea came to him. He asked with interest, "You should have your own name, right?"
The statue said, "Of course I have a name, I am Yin Hai."
"Is there something special about this name?"
"The Divine Race has four great surnames, all of the Divine Race come from these four great surnames, Yin, Ji, Si, and Hui. I am from the Yin Family," Yin Hai replied.
"So it is made up of these four great surnames, that is unexpected. Your status in the Yin Family is low, and you have failed your duty. Do you know what will happen to you when you return? "Tang Zheng asked with a half smile.
Yin Hai's face was ashen. He stammered, not knowing how to answer.
"I will give you a clear path," Tang Zheng said.
"What path?" Yin Hai hurriedly asked.
"The Divine Race has always liked to enslave other races. I think it is time for you to have a taste of other races," Tang Zheng's eyes flashed as he said.
Yin Hai thought of a possibility and shouted, "You want me to be a slave?"
"Can't I?" Tang Zheng asked.
Using the Divine Race as slaves, turning the Divine Race into slaves!
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