After Admitting The Wrong God They Regret It - Chapter 32

Even though Xinghui exerted all his strength,

But the youth god was too thin and frail, which was not enough for the people with high levels of mental power present.

The moment the thing was thrown out, it was captured. However, Mo Juzhe didn’t pay any attention to it at all. He didn’t know that Xinghui had been able to see mental power two years ago, and he found it amusing that Xinghui seemed to have become more sensitive after experiencing hardships outside. He could accurately locate him just by listening. 

His lips still carried a trace of helplessness as he casually raised his hand to block it. In the instant the energy stone made contact with his palm, the brown eyes slightly widened.

‘Crack–!’

The energy stone hitting his palm suddenly lit up. All the energy within the energy stone was instantly stimulated, along with a strange mental power that invaded upon contact with the skin and spread outwards without any hindrance.

Everyone seemed to see an illusion.

In the vast starry sea, they were like the tiniest stars, being brushed by a gentle force. Just as they involuntarily became intoxicated, they suddenly woke up. However, their bodies felt weak from the invasion of the mental power, and the progression of the genetic disease became more apparent. The most severe cases had people breathing heavily, kneeling on the ground, their eyes involuntarily looking towards Xinghui’s position.

What kind of power was this?

What did Xinghui still not know about himself?

Mo Juzhe felt things slipping out of control, but he was the one most directly facing Xinghui’s mental power. Although he managed to barely stand firm, his hand involuntarily dropped down. A fierce storm swept across his face, making him unable to dodge, and his weakened mental power was forced to push out to resist the opponent’s fierce momentum.

The Union Councilor, who had just been leisurely and relaxed, was hit by a flying stone that shattered his right eye’s monocle. As the lens shattered, he harshly collided with a nearby tree.

Everything happened too quickly.

From Xinghui throwing the energy stone to Yuanyuan punching Mo Juzhe away, it took only five seconds.

“Yuanyuan.”

Xinghui’s voice quickly sounded.

He couldn’t hold on for long. There were too many people on the other side, and they needed to retreat as soon as possible once this group of people regained their strength. Who knew how many people had come.

Although Xinghui’s voice remained calm and composed, Mo Juzhe could hear the bias in his tone, biased towards the demon clan.

And the demon, who was defiant and disobedient and seemed the most difficult to deal with, behaved unusually obediently. After mocking laughter and flexing his wrist muscles, he retreated to Xinghui’s side, his wrist being grabbed by Xinghui.

As the person who had spent the longest time with Xinghui in the Union Palace and had the closest relationship with him, Mo Juzhe coughed up a mouthful of blood shaken out by Yuanyuan’s mental power. His originally gentle brown eyes turned sharp as he stared at Yuanyuan seemingly casually, but quickly pulled the slender god into his arms.

Mixed with the strange feeling in his body caused by Xinghui’s mental power invading him, he couldn’t feel this feeling in his heart for a while, but it was extremely glaring to see it in his eyes.

As expected, as soon as he appeared, Xinghui would start looking for his direction, but the calm tone finally slightly panicked and questioned him why the alliance no longer recognized his god status. But what didn’t happen was the usual smoothness of the conversation.

Instead, the god’s voice became colder.

He was being held by the powerful arms of the demon clan, yet he didn’t appear weak. He stood tall and looked down, the soft black curls covering his snow-white forehead. The fragmented light filtering through the branches and falling onto his face, which remained unchanged, spread a sense of indifference, danger, and boredom at the corners of his eyebrows and eyes.

After all, a god was still a god. Even though he had fallen into the dust and rolled in the dirt, it couldn’t change his inherent majesty.

“No one can have a flawless strategy and control the overall situation, whether it’s me, Yuejian, or you and Yuanchun.”

His heart began to beat wildly, as if something big was about to happen, and a buzzing sound reverberated in his mind, urging him on. Mo Juzhe opened his mouth, but couldn’t make a sound.

“Tell Yuanchun for me. I have received the alliance’s announcement, and I officially inform you all that I do not possess your faith, nor do I acknowledge that I will be your god… including those things, we never owed each other anything.”

With that sentence, everything was settled for Xinghui.

When Mo Juzhe looked up again, the demon had already disappeared into the jungle, holding Xinghui in his arms.

His disordered heartbeat gradually calmed down, his complexion became somewhat unsightly, and he raised his hand to cover the position of his heart. Slowly standing up, Mo Juzhe’s cracked monocle frame hung down on his chest, and the white fabric on his body was covered with dust and leaves. When the lens shattered, it cut the skin under his eye, and the blood was slowly flowing down the wound now.

“No need. That’s the commander of the Z30 star demon clan, who once came to Brilliant Star to apply for a trade agreement and then broke the contract. He’s now using Xinghui to remove the restrictions on his mental power. With his mental power, no matter how many of us rush up, it’s not enough for him to take action.”

“What about us then?”

“Find the fragments of the god.”

Mo Juzhe took off the gloves on his hands and casually tossed them aside, his fingertips wiping away the bloodstains on his cheeks, his voice cold.

“Xinghui appearing here must be for that thing, so we can’t let it slip away either.”

This group of people had originally come under the pretext of a visit to search for Xinghui’s whereabouts. They had also seen the announcement issued by the alliance, so Mo Juzhe personally led the team this time. However, they received news from the Tree Spirit Star on the way.

Although Yuejian didn’t quite understand what the fragments of the god were or what they were for, since they were related to the god, he naturally had to go.

And now, with Xinghui having some inexplicable ability to unite with the demon clan to resist the alliance, it must be that the demon clan had corrupted Xinghui, who usually sat quietly on the sidelines and didn’t say much. Mo Juzhe was more certain now that he needed to get the god fragments faster than Xinghui.

As for the feeling just now.

It was only a momentary sensation, and that ability to make people seem to lose all resistance instincts.

Could it be the effect of Xinghui’s mental power?

Xinghui didn’t know how he had regained some mental power.

Even though there was great reluctance in his heart for the demon clan taking Xinghui away.

But Mo Juzhe didn’t dwell too much on the feeling that Xinghui had given him just now, only lowering his eyes even more.

“So, what about us—Is he really a god?” 

Ib stood by, trying hard to support his brother, looking up with a bewildered expression.

Isa was still coughing softly.

Mo Juzhe withdrew his thoughts and had his men bring over a small pot of delicate succulents, placing it next to Isa.

Before long, Isa’s breathing calmed down, and he gradually closed his eyes as if falling asleep to a lullaby.

Mo Juzhe’s eyes were tinged with blood, still smiling gently, but under that blood color, his entire face seemed somewhat eerie.

“You see, this is the power of a god.”

Even though Xinghui was born from the abyss, he definitely couldn’t possess the same power as Yuejian.