"That's the head of Yin Dawai's nephew." Qingmian pointed at the giant snake head that Chen Jing had thrown in front of the River God Temple, his face full of shock.

  Qin furrowed his brow, thought for a moment, and said: "Hehe, it seems that Yin Huai Rou deliberately let them come to test the waters, first to consume Chen Jing's magic power, secondly to avoid being heavily injured in a big battle with Chen Jing, and then being taken advantage of by those powerful demon spirits under him to seize the divine position. Or perhaps, those people are acting on their own, trying to seize Chen Jing's divine position first."

  Qingmian's face was dripping with sweat, and when he thought of Yin Huai Rou's cold eyes, his heart felt a chill.

  The people in front of the River God Temple shouted loudly. At this moment, a surging killing aura appeared upstream of Xiuchun Bend, and the killing aura rolled down like a wave. In just a short while, it had already arrived at Luanyu Slope, and in another instant, it had come to Xiuchun Bend again.

  Qin Hu's expression changed slightly as he said, "What kind of treasure did he cultivate that would give off such a strong killing aura the moment he was born?"

  The murderous aura was like a fierce wind that swept across, and the clouds and mist on the river's surface were instantly dispersed. The originally foggy river's surface cleared up again, and in the middle of the winding river, there was a man wearing a linen robe and holding a sword, standing on a wave flower. His black hair and clothes were already soaked through. On his left side, there was a large red shrimp dancing proudly in the water, with only one pair of large red pincers. And on his right side, there was actually a huge blue shell quietly floating in the waves, sinking and rising with the ripples.

  A young man in a black robe came from afar, carrying a gray stone in his hand. The surging killing intent was emanating from that stone, and Chen Jing's eyes were fixed tightly on it.

  The youth in black robes merely glanced at the giant serpent with its head cut off floating on the river surface and coldly said, "Acting arbitrarily, deserving of death."

  Chen Jing looked at him and said, "Since I became the River God, I have never left Qu Chun Wan. You are separated from me by Luanyu Slope in Evil Dragon Gorge, and we have never had any conflict. Why do you want to kill me?"

  The newcomer was indeed the River God of Wicked Dragon Gorge, Yin Huai Rou. He didn't respond at all and didn't even look at those demon spirits that had already been beheaded by Chen Jing. With a cold smile, he tossed the gray stone the size of a palm in his hand into the air. The gray stone suddenly expanded with the wind, instantly transforming into a small mountain that pressed down on Chen Jing's head.

  The crowd in front of the River God Temple let out a collective cry of surprise, only to see Chen Jing didn't even dodge, and seemed to not have time to react before being crushed by that small mountain-like boulder. His entire body was completely pressed down, water splashing everywhere, the river surging violently, instantly overflowing the riverbank, rushing forward, the river water surged towards Heqian Village.

  The river temple was originally able to calm the riverbank, and as long as there were monsters that wanted to destroy the riverbank, the river temple would protect it. However, the current river temple is newly built, Chen Jing has not yet added his magical powers, and the incense in the river temple is not yet strong enough, so the previous mud eel spirit was able to destroy the riverbank. Now that the water has overflowed the riverbank, the village elder and the town's clan leader are busy organizing people to reinforce the riverbank. However, there is not much effect, because most people are nervously watching the big battle in the river.

  A massive grey stone as big as a small hill pressed down on Chen Jing's body and fell into the river, but never came up again. The river water churned and suddenly swirled around, rolling towards the center of the river.

  That Yin's eyebrows furrowed, followed by a cold sneer. He was clearer than anyone else that Chen Jing was using the spiritual energy of the Embroidered Spring River segment to suppress his newly cultivated treasure.

  "Even if I were to subdue you now, it would exhaust your divine power. Then what else could you use to fight me?" Yin Huai Rou thought to herself, for cultivators in the world, whether they are from the Immortal Path or the Divine Path, although there are different cultivation methods, they all share a common goal. Those on the Immortal Path cultivate their own spiritual energy as the foundation, using mental intention to communicate with heaven and earth to form the Dao. As for those on the Divine Path, they directly refer to mental intention as divine power; the stronger one's divine power is, the more powerful the mountain and river spirits they can drive.

  Going from one god's domain to another is a perilous thing, as the opposing side can mobilize the spiritual energy within their domain to fight, while the other can only rely on their own magical powers. Each god leaves their domain and still retains some of their magical powers, with higher-ranking gods having more powerful magic and lower-ranking gods having weaker magic.

  He had originally intended to burst the river dam, letting Chen Jing suffer the resentment of the world and scatter his soul. Who would have thought that he didn't succeed? He was a proud person, once he took action, he must get what he wanted, so he launched a fierce attack, wielding his newly refined treasure.

  Chen Jing used the Water Escape Technique at the moment when the giant stone was pressed down, and escaped into the deep river. At the same time, he controlled the spiritual power of the river domain to suppress the mountain-like giant stone, cutting off the connection between the giant stone and Yin Huai Rou.

  In the depths of the river, Chen Jing suddenly appeared above a giant rock. He saw that his palm was facing the river water and grabbed it, with a mysterious symbol appearing on his palm. The heavy slap landed on the giant rock, and the entire Qu Chun Wan area echoed with a majestic voice: "Suppress."

  The embroidered spring bend of the river suddenly became still, as if it had frozen in an instant. The water was still flowing, but it seemed to have lost a bit of its vitality.

  In an instant, his divine power was drained, yet he still took a deep breath and appeared pale-faced on the river surface, stepping on a wave flower, looking as if he was about to collapse.

  Yin Huai's gentle face broke into a cold smile: "I'd like to see what else you have to use against me in this magic duel."

  Far away, Qin Hu also smiled, and all he heard was his leisurely tone: "At this time, Chen Jing's divine power and Xiu Chunwan's spiritual power are both used to suppress Yin Huaiyue's magic treasure. Hehe, what can he use to protect the divine position? Hehe..." After finishing speaking, he stepped closer step by step, treading on the waves, walking slowly. Chen Jing felt that every step he took was on his heartstrings, and if he added just a little more force, his heart would shatter in an instant.

  He was not reconciled in his heart, with a sword pointing at the evil dragon, the river god's dark and gentle smile said: "How do you know I don't have the power to behead you?" As soon as the words fell, he suddenly turned to shout towards the riverbank: "Everyone, this person is a three-hundred-year-old snake demon who has come to make trouble, let's see me behead this evil creature." The voice drifted away with the river wind in the sky above the River God Temple, but the people in front of the temple did not dare to respond.

  Yin Hua's gentle smile turned cold, but Diyu God Qin Hu surprisingly lost his composure and exclaimed: "It's over."

  The green-faced man looked puzzled and asked: "What's wrong, Lord Land?"

  "That place where the divine domain is located is all rugged terrain, with no one living on both banks, and I don't know how powerful human willpower is." As soon as his voice fell, Chen Jing's voice came again from the surface of the river: "This demon is stirring up wind and waves to drown our army at Ling Town, destroying my home, we must behead it." The voice was ethereal and fleeting, but it went straight into people's hearts. Only the big red shrimp next to Chen Jing could see that after Chen Jing shouted out these few words, his face turned a few shades paler.

  No one answered. Yin Hua's gentle and cold smile did not stop.

  Qin Hu, who was far away, was extremely tense. He hastily turned to the green-faced man beside him and said: "You quickly go tell Yin Huai Rou not to delay any further, quickly seize the position of the Embroidered Spring Bend River God, or else there will be changes."

  He responded in a low voice, then rolled on the ground and transformed into a whirlwind of black air that fled.

  "This demon will destroy your ancestral business, make you separate from your wives and children, and leave your hometown... but I want to behead this demon..." Chen Jing's voice was slightly hoarse, but it rang out loud and clear, spreading throughout the 30-mile boundary of Huichun Bay. The nearby large red shrimp saw that Chen Jing's eyes were bright red, his mouth was already overflowing with blood, and his body was swaying precariously, as if he might fall into the water at any moment."

  It didn't know why Chen Jing kept asking this question again and again. Even if those powerless humans said they wanted to, what could they do? Could they just say they wanted to and then be able to kill him? Its pair of protruding eyeballs rotated as it thought about the future, in its opinion, Chen Jing was clearly going to die.

  The dark clouds rolled in, lightning flashed and thunder boomed, the river waves churned. Yin Huai Rou approached step by step, and in Qin Hu's eyes, the spiritual energy of Xiu Chun's domain was shattered inch by inch under her footsteps, while the imperial seal in Chen Jing's soul also began to crack.

  Chen Jing exhausted his last bit of magical power, and his voice carried thirty miles away.

  With all one's might, with utmost effort.

  At this moment, he was completely stunned, the sky and earth were spinning, his heart was unwilling, but also helpless. He was unwilling to die just like that, having only just obtained the position of god for a month, how could they not let him go? He was helpless against those people who watched him die, yet no one spoke up, either numb or fearful, or thinking everything was far away from them.

  That imposing boulder was only suppressed by Chen Jing with his utmost strength using the spiritual power of Xiuchun River Domain, and his divine power had been completely exhausted, so he couldn't drive the river domain's spiritual power at all.

  In a private school in Junling Town, there were twenty or so students sitting inside, the youngest was only six or seven years old, and the oldest was twelve or thirteen years old. At this time, they were quietly looking at their teacher. Their teacher had a strand of black whiskers, with neat black hair, full of Confucian scholar temperament.

  He seemed to be listening to something with his ear tilted at the time, but after listening for a while, he asked doubtfully: "Did you hear any sound just now?"

  Before this, all the students in the classroom were reading books, and he only faintly heard a voice asking something.

  Among them, a boy stood up and said: "Mr. Hui, just now I heard someone ask if they should behead this demon."

  The gentleman furrowed his brow, thought for a moment, but suddenly turned pale with fright and shouted loudly into the void: "Want... Please River God behead this evil creature..."

  At the same time, on the main street of Nancheng Town, an old Taoist sat under a willow tree by the side of a bridge, with a banner standing next to him. The banner read: "Look up at the heavenly gods, look down at the spirits in the underworld, if you want to ask about human affairs, just pay three or two silver coins."

  He suddenly looked up at the sky, stroked his beard, and said with a smile as if to himself: "Heh heh, I'll lend you a helping hand." Immediately after, he shouted: "Come, River God, behead this demon!"

  When he said this, his hair stood on end and his eyes gleamed with a fierce light. The passers-by in the street couldn't help but cast sidelong glances at him. After he finished speaking, he returned to his half-dead state.

  Embroidered spring bends over the river, Chen Jing's feet under the waves of lotus flowers shattered, and people swayed as if they were about to fall into the river.

  At this moment, he heard two thunderous sounds bursting out. One of the voices had a vast and majestic air, while the other had a mysterious and profound aura. His originally weak spirit suddenly shook, and his dazed soul was instantly refreshed.

  Immediately afterwards, a hoarse voice came from in front of the River God Temple: "I beg of you, River God, behead this evil creature."

  Chen Jing's ears were ringing, those people's voices weren't loud, but to his ears they sounded like thunder and also like a refreshing spring soothing his heart.

  In the depths of the soul, a mysterious force surged up from the heart.