My Special Ability Is Perfect Replication Chapter 314 - You’re Ling Jiu, Cleaning House

Chapter 314 - You’re Ling Jiu, Cleaning House

"One, two, three… twelve!"
"Twelve kings of the gods!"
"Gosh! The Kryptonian young man is dead!"
Billions of netizens gasped as the twelve kings of gods rose. They felt as if a boulder pressed against their c.h.e.s.ts and suffocated them.
What it was like to have twelve kings of the gods appear at once?
The king of the gods was known as the super-cl.u.s.tered beings on Earth. This class of beings was above the stellar and even galactic beings.
There was not even a single king of gods in the world ten years ago.
And even powerful stellar beings like Emperor Might and Vulcan were no match for the kings of the gods.
It was not until now that kings of the gods appeared on Earth—and there were as many as twelves of them.
They were terrifically powerful.
"Can anyone tell me who these twelve kings of gods are?"
"Calling God's Perspective. Please enlighten us."
"Earnestly waiting for God's Perspective."
"Be quiet! Let God's Perspective speak!"
With much anticipation, a netizen called God's Perspective started to speak. "These twelve kings of gods are: Zeus, the king of the gods; Poseidon, the god of the sea; and Hades, the god of the underworld from the Greek Pantheon. Odin, the king of gods; Thor, the god of thunder; and Loki, the god of fire from the Norse pantheon. Ra, the god of the sun; Horus, the god of the sky, and Anubis, the god of death from the Egyptian pantheon. And Brahmā, Shiva, and Vishnu from the Hindu pantheon.
"Interesting!"
"I knew it was these deities!"
"This is a formidable lineup. Any of the twelve kings of the gods is powerful enough to rule over the earth."
"Ruling over the earth is an understatement. If the kings of gods want, they could destroy an entire planet."
"Holy moly! Then aren't we in danger?"
"Twelve… No. There are thirteen of them. Aren't we doomed when all of them fight and things spill over to Asia?"
"You can't say for sure."
"Foreign devil, you have committed great sins!" Zeus's bitter voice reverberated inside the pantheon like the rumble of thunder. "I will put your body away at the seabed of the Arctic Ocean and seal your soul in the center of the earth, where your soul will be tortured forever and you will wish you could die."
"Really?" The young man sneered. "I have heard that too many times, yet I am still alive and kicking. But those who said this have all gone to hell."
"Foreign devil, do you really think you can leave here alive today?" Hades sneered. "We have twelve kings of gods, and thousands of minor gods. We together are more than capable enough to grind your treacherous bones to dust."
"Is that all you gods have got? I am very disappointed, to be honest." The young man snickered. "Let's not talk about killing me. So what even if you can kill me? There are sixty-six super-cl.u.s.tered beings among the Kryptonians. In your language, that's equal to sixty-six kings of the gods. So, even if you all have killed me, you all will still be no match for the Kryptonians. Your era of ruling the earth is ending, no matter how you look at it."
Then there was a dead silence in the pantheon.
The same happened online, too.
But the silence on the Internet did not last long before people went into a frenzy.
Netizens bombarded the live streaming screens with bullet titles to vent their shock and horror.
"Sixty-six kings of the gods? Really?"
"He must be kidding, right? Are the Kryptonians really so strong?"
"He must be bluffing, right? How can there still be any gods left if the Kryptonians are so strong? They would have eliminated the gods and occupied the earth long ago."
"I hope that is not true. Otherwise, I can't imagine…"
There was no king of the gods during the active period of the gods thousands of years ago. The kings of the gods only appeared after thousands of years of cultivation in the secret realm.
Even so, there were only a dozen of them.
Now the Kryptonians had sixty-six 66 kings of the gods?
Was this a joke or something?
"Foreign devil, I will call your bluff!" The Egyptian god of the sun, Ra, sneered. "Do you know how rare the king of the gods is? I have lived for tens of thousands of years, and I haven't seen more than a few of them. How could a devil from the outer sky produce so many kings of gods? Heck! No matter how much you bluff, that won't save you."
"Exactly." The other gods nodded in agreement.
As shocking as it was, they dismissed the possibility after thinking about it carefully.
The king of the gods was not an ordinary being. It was not something that could come into being without tens of thousands of years of self-cultivation.
66 kings of the gods?
"A bunch of idiots with tunnel vision." The young man sneered. "I said before, you all have tunnel vision. How can you know how vast this universe is? It is useless to talk to you all, anyway. Nothing can save you all from the parochial mindset and ignorance." The young man suddenly transformed into another appearance. "Bring it on—all at once. I am in a hurry. After killing you all, I have to rush to America."
"It is you!"
"How could it be you?"
"This, this… how is this possible?"
Before the other gods could know what happened, a dozen gods sitting among them had got the shock of their lives.
"God of wealth, you know him?" Zeus looked over at the god beside him upon hearing the exclamation.
"Your Majesty the King of God, he—he—he, he is Ling Jiu! He is Ling Jiu!" The face of Derek Rothschild, the god of wealth, turned grave. He looked horrified, his voice trembling.
"He is the strongest man on Earth?" Zeus frowned slightly. "That mean he is not a Kryptonian?"
"Absolutely not!" Derek Rothschild said. "This guy has Arcana Replication. He can replicate all the abilities in the world. It is no surprise that he can form-shift."
"I didn't know that he was not a Kryptonian." Zeus looked at him with a pair of knife-like eyes. "You disgusting human killed five of my children. You must die today!"
Ling Jiu ignored Zeus and looked at Derek Rothschild with a smile. "So you are Derek Rothschild, the traitor, as Vulcan said?"
"Ling—Ling Jiu!" Derek Rothschild did not even dare to look Ling Jiu in the eyes. The name of a person, and the shadow of a tree. Ten years ago, Ling Jiu was the number one powerhouse on Earth.
Today, 10 years later, Ling Jiu was back, and showed his unparalleled strength.
An unexplained fear rose within him when Derek Rothschild saw Ling Jiu.
And he could imagine where Ling Jiu had gone. Ling Jiu must have hidden in Whitehole-2 for self-cultivation. With the resources and time flow of Whitehole-2, where 1,000 years equal to 10 years on Earth, he had practiced self-cultivation for 1,000 years.
Ling Jiu had become incredibly powerful.
How powerful would he be now after 1,000-year self-cultivation when he could become a stellar being and beat Emperor Might and Vulcan in terms of strength within just one or two years?
What made Derek Rothschild most uneasy was that with Ling Jiu's return, Emperor Might and Vulcan could have also returned.
"Don't worry. I will not kill you." Ling Jiu snickered. "Someone will come to clean house. That guy has only one thing in mind for the past one thousand years, which is to kill you. By the way, he is already an apex galactic being, which is equivalent to a major god in the ranking of gods on Earth. It shouldn't be difficult for a major god to kill you, I suppose?"
A chill ran up Derek Rothschild's spine upon hearing that.
He knew who that guy Ling Jiu talking about was. Who else could it be if not Vulcan?
"The chairman has become an apex galactic being?"