The People's God: Sacrificing Trillions to Ascend-Chapter 402 - Golden Chest

Chaos erupted as the various representatives abandoned their plans to try and steal more treasures. Their survival came first, and they all fled with their lesser golems immediately. After all, they had to live if they wanted to enjoy the treasures they had.

Only a handful of people remained in the hall; most of them were students from Imperial College. Their eyes locked on Smog, and each one hoped to earn the glory of slaying a Great Dragon.

Han Wu tensed as Smog’s glare was fixed on him. He was ready to unleash his full strength at any time. The dragon’s gaze didn’t inflict physical damage, yet it heavily restricted someone’s mental and spiritual focus. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Han Wu felt his mind on the verge of collapse when a refreshing sensation swept through his mind and calmed his heart. He searched for its source and realized that it stemmed from his Willpower stat, which had reached 100. He had once dismissed it as a useless stat, never imagining that it could bolster his spirit and mental resilience during a crisis like this. Now, it proved invaluable!

Jing Jing, Qin Shuang, and Sun Qingnian rushed to his side to share the crushing pressure of Smog’s glare.

Smog let out a growl and asked, “Are you a Great Dragon?”

Han Wu shook his head. “I am not, but the blood of the black and silver dragons flows in me. I also bear the esteemed Defier title.”

“The Defier!” Smog’s roar of astonishment blew off what remained of the hall’s roof.

The others didn’t understand what that title entailed, but Smog did. As a member of the Great Dragon race, his memories held everything about the Defier. The title’s bearer could defy all laws and freely roam the world. Among the Great Dragons, it was a title of the highest reverence.

The person before him wasn’t a Great Dragon, yet he had inherited that title, binding him intricately to the Great Dragon race.

Smog carefully sniffed Han Wu’s scent and detected not only the scent of a pure-blooded black dragon or silver dragon but also traces of impure blood from ice and lightning Great Dragons.

The scents were intertwined, but they clearly proved Han Wu’s close ties to the Great Dragons. If not, his body wouldn’t carry so many different scents.

“Defier, I, the Great Gold Dragon Smog, welcome you.” Smog’s tone softened, treating Han Wu as one of his own and extending the respect due.

Everyone else froze, stunned that Smog had aligned with Han Wu. A Great Dragon had yielded to Han Wu with nothing more than a few words. Could Han Wu truly possess such charisma?

Even Xiang Meng and his two friends felt a pang of envy despite their closeness to him. Han Wu’s luck seemed boundless, and it was somewhat frustrating to witness him now having a Great Dragon.

The gold Great Dragon before them was an adult, and his power rivaled that of a God. If Han Wu really accepted Smog as a unit, then he would be invincible in the Middle Realm. Combined with his powerful Transmutation Golem, it was almost certain that he could claim this entire place as his own. Everyone’s slice of the pie would vanish.

Every student present was thinking about how to protect their profits in this new reality until someone shouted, “This is the time to fight! Juniors, seniors, who will join me in slaying the dragon?”

The students turned to see Wei En, her body etched with purple, vine-like markings. This was her true Ashuri form, the one she hadn’t managed to complete when facing Han Wu the previous day.

Smog caught the strong scent of jealousy and envy before turning his huge body around. When he recognized Wei En, he bellowed, “You despicable thief, lowly insect. How dare you appear before the Great Smog again? Feel the wrath of my flames!”

Golden fire blasted forth from Smog’s jaws and incinerated everything in its path. The heat was so intense that everything melted or turned to dust. This was the unstoppable force of pure flames, a power that no one, including Imperial College’s students, could withstand.

Unexpectedly, Wei En, the flames’ intended target, had long since evaded the inferno. She leapt across the shattered hall, using debris as stepping stones, and moved like a beam of purple light. Her sights were set on the golden chest hovering above Smog’s head.

Wei En wasn’t the only one who had seen the golden chest. Many students used their Skills or Divine Powers to charge toward Smog’s head. Only Xia Tian and his friends held back and chose to retreat to the sidelines. Staying neutral was the best they could do, and even that offered Han Wu crucial support.

Smog scoffed at the approaching humans, snapped his jaws shut, and swung his claws, which were harder than almost any weapon.

The wind pressure from each swing blew away the weaker students. Only two people managed to land on Smog’s body: Wei En and Huang Shengjun. Both were valedictorians of their respective years. Even while inhabiting clones right now, they still managed to expand their territory with ease, using their Divine Powers and experience.

Wei En viewed Huang Shengjun as her competitor and shouted, “I saw the golden chest first. What kind of man fights a girl like me over this?”

Huang Shengjun ignored her. His focus was entirely on the golden chest. He didn’t even consider killing Smog, as the Great Dragons were a powerful race that shouldn’t be provoked. Even though he had a good chance of slaying one, he wouldn’t do it unless cornered. He didn’t want to be marked by a Great Dragon and hunted to the ends of the world every time he encountered another.

Realizing she couldn’t intimidate him, Wei En suddenly sprinted toward the golden chest with all her might. Her Ashuri form boosted her speed to unparalleled levels, and she was confident that she would reach it before Huang Shengjun.

“You two, don’t forget that this is my domain!” Han Wu shouted. He transformed into a Thunder Sparrow and released two bursts of lightning in their direction.

“Get away!”

“Screw you!”

Huang Shengjun and Wei En attacked simultaneously to disperse the lightning. Naturally, Han Wu wouldn’t back down and used his most powerful Skill: Nine Falling Heaven. Nine huge swords plummeted from the sky and formed an iron barrier that barred the duo from advancing any closer to the chest.

Wei En and Huang Shengjun wasted precious time to circle around the obstacle. Just as they broke free from the nine swords’ entrapment, they saw a Thunder Sparrow extending a claw toward the golden chest.

“How dare you!” they shouted in unison.

They were so focused on the Thunder Sparrow that they failed to notice the huge figure looming behind them. Han Wu clasped all four Swordwind Arms on his Ju Que, forming a huge wind blade, and slammed it down. With a thunderous crash, the two were swatted away like flies.

Seizing the opportunity, the Thunder Sparrow reached the golden chest. In an instant, it disappeared and all its treasures were transferred to Qin Shuang.

“Han Wu, I’ve got it! There’s so much treasure in the golden chest!” Qin Shuang exclaimed, beaming with delight.