CHAPTER 307: CHAPTER 307: THE SPEED GOD GETS EMOTIONALLY DESTROYED

[Some Announcement: I’m currently sitting for my semester exam so expect erratic Chapter delay]

The pillar of divine light radiated brilliance that illuminated the entire Great Soul Arena.

Everyone was bathed in the sacred glow of the God of Speed.

Nearly all had expressions of devotion and reverence on their faces.

Most had already knelt down.

This was the respect owed to a deity.

Figures like Yu Yuanzhen and other Titled Douluo couldn’t help but turn their gaze toward the Blue Tyrant Academy stands.

They had all noticed—the God of Speed was looking over there.

Those aware of the truth knew what was about to happen—the God of Speed was clearly impatient to pass on his divine position to Zhu Zhuqing.

This was something to be intensely jealous of!

Even Qian Daoliu and Bo Saixi, cultivators of the highest level, felt bitter envy.

Some people chased divine inheritances all their lives, yet they landed right in front of others.

Where was the fairness in that?

Over at Blue Tyrant Academy’s area, Zhu Zhuyun forced a smile:"Zhuqing, the God of Speed favors you so much! Your good fortune has come..."

Meng Yiran had already dropped to her knees:"Come on, all of you kneel too! The God of Speed will see us if we’re devout enough!"

Shui Yue’er and Huo Wu refused to kneel, pride burning in their hearts.

Especially Shui Yue’er—because Meng Yiran had belittled Mister Dan Heng in favor of the God of Speed, Yue’er was fuming inside.

She now held a deep bias against the God of Speed.

"May I ask you, divine one—"

A voice rang out.

It was Emperor Xue Ye, speaking with respectful humility, trying to form a bond with the deity.

The God of Speed didn’t even glance at him, keeping his gaze locked on Zhu Zhuqing.

"Little girl," the deity’s voice echoed, "I admire you. Your talent, character, and comprehension are exceptional and perfectly aligned with my divine seat. Today, I will bestow upon you this honor..."

His voice rolled across the arena.

Everyone turned to Zhu Zhuqing with expressions of envy or jealousy.

This was exactly how it was supposed to be.

What kind of god would beg to pass on their position, fail repeatedly, and still keep trying?

Now, he hoped Zhu Zhuqing would beg for it, so he could act like he was reluctant and finally "begrudgingly" hand it over.

But Zhu Zhuqing showed no reaction.

Despite being at the center of everyone’s attention, Zhu Zhuqing felt only anger and resentment.

She was definitely going to become famous now.

Would her teacher see her as a burden?

Would they send her away from that home—before she was ready?

The thought made the killing intent in her heart surge.

"Now, I ask you, Zhu Zhuqing," the God of Speed said loudly,"Are you willing to accept this godhood I offer?"

His voice carried across the arena, reaching every ear.

Everyone who heard it felt a wave of envy.

Then—

"I refuse!" Zhu Zhuqing said immediately.

Her voice wasn’t loud, but it was clear—and many people heard it.

They froze, stunned.

Had she just... refused?

Did she really just turn down a divine inheritance?

Even the God of Speed himself froze, brows furrowing.

He had personally descended and brought divine signs just to bestow this honor—and she rejected him?

Could something this absurd really happen?

"Zhu Zhuqing... what did you just say?" the God of Speed asked.

"I said—I refuse! I do not wish to receive your divine position! I only want to cultivate on my own! Please don’t disturb me again!"

She raised her voice, repeating her stance.

The entire arena fell into stunned silence. Everyone stared at her in disbelief.

There was only one thought in their minds:

Zhu Zhuqing must be insane.

Zhu Zhuyun’s face turned pale as death—offending a god like this, she could kiss her role as high priestess goodbye!

Meng Yiran swayed on her knees, nearly passing out. She even wanted to run away.

No wonder she was Mister Dan Heng’s disciple—someone who treated the riches and glories of the world as nothing.And now, even a chance to ascend to godhood meant nothing to her!

Please don’t let the God of Speed take it out on her!

Qian Daoliu muttered under his breath,"Has she lost her mind? To refuse a god to his face is courting death."

Qian Renxue shook her head slightly, her gaze mocking as she looked toward the God of Speed.

"Who’s really courting death... is yet to be seen."

The God of Speed stood frozen for a few seconds, finally realizing what had happened.

He’d been rejected to his face, in front of ten thousand people!

She’d given him zero face, treating him not like a god, but like a clown!

"You..."

The deity took a deep breath, his head buzzing.

Even his divine soul trembled.

In all these years, he’d never experienced such emotional turmoil.

He was a proper god! And now, someone had dared to refuse his divine inheritance?

And with that kind of attitude?!

"Zhu Zhuqing, why?" he asked, trying to keep calm."Is there some difficulty? If someone is stopping you from accepting my godhood, I can help you."

"Even if it’s the Emperor—or a Titled Douluo—I will take care of it."

The God of Speed tried to suppress his anger, thinking perhaps Zhu Zhuqing had hidden troubles.

If so, he’d deal with it personally—and vent his frustration while at it.

Everyone present now envied Zhu Zhuqing even more.

Forget gods—even Titled Douluo would turn and walk away if refused like that.

But the God of Speed was still trying to clear her obstacles!

Meng Yiran looked at Zhu Zhuqing, her expression shifting—she wanted to say Dan Heng’s name.

After all, she and Zhu Zhuyun both believed Dan Heng was the reason Zhu Zhuqing refused.

"Shut up!" Shui Yue’er reacted quickly, walking up and kicking Meng Yiran in the mouth.

Meng Yiran fell backward, landing hard.

Staring blankly at the sky, the kick cleared her thoughts.

What was she going to say again?

Why was she lying here?

The sky... so blue...

"Zhuqing, this is a rare opportunity... don’t waste it..." Zhu Zhuyun whispered.

This was a chance even she had never dared dream of.

All Zhu Zhuqing had to do was nod...

Zhu Zhuqing gently shook her head, staring calmly at the God of Speed:

"No one, and no force, has influenced me or prevented me. I simply do not want your godhood."

"Don’t waste your time on me."

Zhu Zhuqing stated this clearly and firmly.

Silence.

Many people now felt secondhand embarrassment for the God of Speed.

He had practically begged to take someone as his heir—and got publicly rejected.

The God of Speed stared deeply at her.

At this point, he finally realized—

She actually disliked him?!

Zhu Zhuqing wasn’t just ungrateful. She despised him?

"You’ve truly disappointed me, Zhu Zhuqing..."

His tone turned cold, his expression now filled with divine arrogance and fury.

"But you are the fated one. You must receive this inheritance."

"You have no choice."

Was he really going to let a little human girl walk all over him?

"I said—NO!!!" Zhu Zhuqing shouted with even more force, her eyes unwavering.

She was always quiet, cold outside and warm inside, but absolutely stubborn!

If her teacher didn’t allow her to accept another god’s inheritance—

Then she absolutely wouldn’t, no matter what!

Even if godhood was right there, waiting.

She simply didn’t care.

"Nonsense!!" the God of Speed’s eyes flashed with fury.

Hovering in the sky, he was truly infuriated.

He was a god—and Zhu Zhuqing had reduced him to a joke.

How could he show his face again?

Everyone present now felt the rage of the God of Speed.

Some even began to wish Zhu Zhuqing would just accept and be done with it.

Why reject such a blessing?

"This godhood is your destiny! You will take it—whether you want to or not!"

He roared.

He couldn’t let her humiliate him again.

Zhu Zhuyun was on the verge of a breakdown, hugging Zhu Zhuqing’s waist, begging:

"Zhuqing, please stop... just accept it... the deity said it’s your fate, why refuse?"

Her voice trembled with fear.

In the Douluo Continent, even a Titled Douluo couldn’t be lightly offended—let alone a god.

The stronger the being, the longer their lifespan—the more they cared about their dignity.

In many divine tribulations, how many powerful cultivators died for the sake of face?

Others watching still couldn’t understand Zhu Zhuqing.

Why not just accept it?

Pretend, get it over with—and blow it off later if needed.

Of course, the God of Speed wouldn’t allow that.

And Zhu Zhuqing—was not someone who compromised.

"What kind of god are you?" she shouted."Forcing someone to go against their will—can you still claim it’s destiny? I will never inherit your godhood! No matter what you say or do—you won’t change that!"

"If you have any dignity or self-respect—stop wasting your time on me!"

Zhu Zhuqing’s eyes blazed with defiance.

The God of Speed was now truly emotionally destroyed.

He’d done everything—and still she saw him as trash?

A god, treated like garbage?!

When had that ever happened in history?

The Shrek team turned to look at Dai Mubai.

Ma Hongjun chuckled:"Boss Dai, you really can’t complain about being dumped. That girl? She’s hard-core."

Dai Mubai’s face turned pale."Shut up!!!" he shouted through gritted teeth.

Now he was panicking—not about Zhu Zhuqing getting punished,but about being caught in the crossfire.

If the God of Speed lashed out, and he got hit too?

He’d have nowhere to cry.

Davis sneered:"Idiot. Both of those sisters are complete idiots."

"Enough! No more talking!"

The white-haired Flender said helplessly.

Arguing under the gaze of a god—did they all want to get targeted?

Only then did everyone fall silent.

Their gazes once again turned toward the God of Speed floating in the sky.

High above, Sea God Poseidon closed his eyes and quietly distanced himself from the God of Speed—afraid he’d get caught in the fallout.

"God of Speed, that’s enough. There’s no need to make things so hostile..."

He transmitted his voice telepathically.

But the God of Speed didn’t even reply—he was clearly emotionally shattered at that moment.

"Zhu Zhuqing! How dare you defy destiny?! Time and again, you’ve disrespected the dignity of the gods! Today, I shall—"

The God of Speed began to speak reflexively.But then he remembered the rules of the Divine Realm Committee, and didn’t dare act rashly.

He could only try to scare her with divine might.

"Now, this god will give you one last chance to repent—"

Before he could finish, Zhu Zhuqing interrupted:

"I did nothing wrong! You’re the one being unreasonable!"

"Good, good, good...!"

The God of Speed nearly fainted from rage.

Because in truth—she was absolutely right!

"Then you shall—!"His face twisted with fury.He hadn’t been this humiliated in tens of thousands of years.

Always revered, always respected—and now, thoroughly emotionally destroyed by Zhu Zhuqing.

The sky reacted to his fury, thunder and lightning splitting the heavens.

Everyone in the Great Soul Arena was terrified, many falling to their knees.

Even some Titled Douluo wore expressions of fear.

No one wanted to become collateral damage after angering a god.

Seeing this scene, the God of Speed felt slightly satisfied.

But just as he was about to continue intimidating Zhu Zhuqing—

A bone-chilling sensation suddenly welled up from within.

Somewhere, something had locked onto him.

Every movement he made was being watched.

The feeling was like a rabbit or rat being stared down by a predator—his heart nearly froze mid-beat.

The God of Speed gulped nervously, eyes darting around.

But he saw nothing.

And at that moment, his divine power was instantly snuffed out.

The pillar of light vanished.

Only a faint glow lingered from the god rings around him.

"Who...?" The God of Speed began to panic.

The most terrifying part?

That overwhelming presence hadn’t even revealed itself!

He desperately scanned the area with divine senses, trying to identify his hunter.

But nothing was abnormal.

Yet that sensation of impending death only grew stronger.

"Poseidon... where are you?! Come out and help me...!"

The God of Speed was fully panicking now, throwing dignity aside.

But Sea God Poseidon did not respond.

"Something’s wrong... something’s very wrong..."The God of Speed began spinning in the air, frantically looking for the source.

Below, the crowd watched in confusion.

They had just been terrified of the godly wrath—now, they were watching the God of Speed spin around in circles like a drunken top.

What the hell?

Wasn’t he just about to destroy the world?

Now he looked like a clown on a spinning ride!

Zhu Zhuyun and Meng Yiran were even more baffled.

They turned to look at Zhu Zhuqing.

"Zhuqing, what did you do?"

But Zhu Zhuqing’s face was pale.She shook her head slightly, too emotionally drained to speak.

After today, she would be notoriously famous.

Would her teacher still want to keep her?

Or should she just leave of her own accord?

The God of Speed spun a few more times, his nerves strung to the limit.

"Come out if you dare! Don’t be a coward hiding in the shadows!!"

His voice exploded through the sky.

But the feeling of being hunted did not disappear.

It grew even stronger.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it! I can’t find you—then I’m leaving first...! With my speed, no one can catch me! If there’s danger, they won’t be able to touch me anyway!"

The God of Speed turned into a streak of light, darting toward the sky—

He was fleeing the Douluo Plane!

(End of Chapter)