Chapter 11670 — The Fishing Rod of the Gods
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And that was how the scene before everyone's eyes had come to be.
Everyone in the Inner Royal Court, from top to bottom, once again felt the terror of being ruled by the power of anti-rules.
"Are you all really not going to come at me?"
Wei Zhao sounded a little regretful; then, before everyone's eyes, he suddenly produced a peculiar fishing rod.
In midair, Yi Liuchao's eyelid twitched. "The Fishing Rod of the Gods? What does he think he's doing?"
Wei Zhao's public slaughter of the Son of Heaven today, his own hand opening the new era of the Great Upheaval—all of it had been part of Yi Liuchao's plan.
But the string of moves that followed had clearly slipped beyond his control.
From where he stood, Wei Zhao's task was complete the moment he opened the new era; what became of Wei Zhao afterward was of no concern to him whatsoever.
Yet the stance Wei Zhao had now taken gave him a faint but exceedingly ominous premonition.
The Fishing Rod of the Gods—though this prop bore the words of the gods in its name, its immense uncertainty made its value far inferior to other props of the same tier.
To a near-deity powerhouse like Yi Liuchao, at least, such a prop held no appeal at all.
At most it was a toy for whiling away the time.
Were it otherwise, the Fishing Rod of the Gods would never have fallen into the hands of the Fishing Emperor; someone of his stature would have intercepted it long ago.
Yet Wei Zhao had suddenly brought it out at this particular juncture, and that was genuinely a little strange.
"What on earth does he want to do?"
The same question rose in everyone's mind.
Surely he hadn't taken a sudden whim to go fishing?
And then, before everyone's eyes, Wei Zhao actually began to cast and fish.
"..."
Everyone was collectively dumbstruck.
Had it not been for the seven old monsters' corpses laid out in a row, so glaringly conspicuous, someone would likely have started cursing by now.
The whole Inner Royal Court was watching, and you're standing there fishing and putting on airs?
Yi Liuchao hesitated a moment; driven by a vast unease, he at once made ready to strike.
He did indeed dread the god-tier powerhouse behind Wei Zhao; unless absolutely forced, he truly did not wish to surface of his own accord and draw that powerhouse's hatred upon himself.
But now, he could endure it no longer.
Just then, Wei Zhao's eyes suddenly lit up. "Oh? A big fish on the hook?"
Then, as he reeled in, everyone in the Inner Royal Court, utterly bewildered, felt an unprecedented and terrifying oppression descend upon them for no discernible reason.
It was not only the common folk trembling in fear; even those mighty old monsters, upon sensing that aura, felt their legs give way by instinct, and one by one they collapsed to the ground.
Above the Son of Heaven's palace.
A rift in space, fully ten thousand zhang long, slowly opened.
A humanoid outline of unprecedented immensity emerged in its wake, fitting itself precisely into the entire spatial rift.
"A divine statue?"
Old Qin and the others, after their initial shock, swiftly grasped the truth. "That outline... could it be the legendary Godking?"
In terms of understanding the depth of the Inner Royal Court, among all its factions, if the Prince Qin's Manor claimed second place, absolutely no one would dare claim first.
How many god-tier powerhouses slumbered within the depths of the Inner Royal Court, and their names and particulars besides—the Prince Qin's Manor knew them all clearly.
And among all the god-tier powerhouses, the mightiest and most closely watched was beyond doubt this legendary Godking.
"Godking" was not a post but an honorific.
In the great war between gods and men of that year, it was this figure who had led the god-tier powerhouses of the Inner Royal Court against the gods of the Divine Realm, fighting until heaven and earth were darkened and sun and moon lost their light.