CHAPTER 414: CHAPTER 401 HAVE YOU EVER LOVED ME?

Excluding the defeated War God Ares, Sea God Poseidon, and the Hera who was tending to her child, the remaining figures present were Messenger Hermes, Sun God Apollo, Moon God Artemis, Harvest Goddess Demeter, Goddess Athena, Fire God Hephaestus, and Beauty God Venus.

Among them, the combat strength of the Beauty God, Harvest Goddess, and Hermes could be ignored. The Fire God, who was on good terms with Athena, had long been dissatisfied with his divine king father and mother, Hera.

Athena exchanged a nod with the Fire God, who immediately restrained his wife Aphrodite and threw the formidable-looking spear she held toward Hercules.

Athena stealthily moved to Hermes’ side, making eye contact with Artemis. The Neutral Faction siblings, the Moon God and Goddess, were sure not to directly betray Zeus, but they could pretend to hold back.

The two siblings, putting on an act, loosed a few arrows at Hercules before teaming up to keep an eye on Harvest Goddess Demeter. After all, this one was also a lover of Zeus and couldn’t be trusted.

Unnoticed, a "Grieving Alliance of Fathers" emerged. Those present seemed to occasionally exchange blows, but they were really just holding one another in check. The true outcome would ultimately rest on the showdown between Hercules and Zeus.

At the moment, Nezha and Zeus were locked in a stalemate. Red blood energy and blue lightning clashed violently, the energies so volatile that no other gods could approach.

As a reincarnated sub-soul of the Thunder God, Zeus was unmatched in this world. Though he hadn’t taken the Mystic Sect’s Three Corpses Cutting Method path, his strength was undeniable. Right now, Nezha was essentially fighting a weakened version of a Thunder God who shared his realm of power.

The lightning in Zeus’s hands seemed alive, making it immensely challenging to deal with. While Nezha’s speed and strength were overwhelming, Zeus gained no small advantage from his lightning’s empowerment. Thankfully, Zeus hadn’t employed magnetic field manipulation; otherwise, Nezha wouldn’t even know how to respond.

"Hercules, I will make you understand the price of enraging the Divine King!"

This guy was totally immersed in his role—or perhaps his acknowledgment of the Divine King Zeus’s status exceeded his recognition of the Thunder God. This reflected how this world, under the Hongmeng Purple Qi’s blessing, elevated status and position.

With a roar, a thousand-meter-long thunder dragon from the heavens dived downward. Behind Nezha, crimson energy condensed into a roaring lion that charged upward. The two colossal beasts clashed with titanic force, sending "extras" on the sidelines flying from the scattered shockwaves.

Apollo stared, his face a portrait of existential doubt. He had always believed that, even though he was far weaker than Zeus, they still belonged to the same tier. Yet the ferocity of their battle shattered this fantasy entirely.

Even the residual waves of their fight were too much for him to bear.

At this moment, there was no need for anyone to keep watching each other, as no one could intervene in the duel between the two.

Blinding blue lightning erupted, and even just a small fragment destroyed expansive buildings. The entire Duel Arena had long since been obliterated, and the battlefield continued to expand outward.

Red and blue beams of light collided rapidly. Zeus was directly thrown by Nezha’s ferocious force into one of the gods’ temples. While the fleeing gods outside ran for their lives, the nymphs inside were caught unawares. The scattered force from the clash turned them into minced meat.

Zeus, seemingly unfazed, grabbed the roof of the temple with both hands and wielded the entire structure as a weapon, hurling it toward Nezha. In response, Nezha swung a massive broadsword, the size of six doors, slicing the palace cleanly in two.

The other gods and the serving nymphs on Mount Olympus were terrified beyond belief at the sight, fleeing madly down the mountain.

Even Hera, who had been standing vigil over the injured Ares, reluctantly led her wounded and foolish son to safety, joining the mass exodus of what was now a displaced population escaping Mount Olympus.

Zeus felt no concern for the destruction of Olympus. To him, as long as he emerged victorious, everything could begin anew. He could have better palaces and more beautiful women.

Nezha and Zeus resembled two street fighters, seizing whatever objects they could to attack—be it beams, stone pillars, the very ground, or even Mount Olympus itself. Anything imbued with their terrifying power became weapons of unparalleled destruction.

The roar of thunder and the whoosh of destructive blows interwove as red and blue forces collided chaotically across Mount Olympus. In a matter of days, most of Mount Olympus had been leveled, rendering the sacred mountain of the third-generation Divine Race a near-total ruin.

Zeus, ultimately, wasn’t the Thunder God. As the battle dragged on, Zeus’s methods became increasingly transparent to Nezha. Though the man had spent too long as a dragon, his martial arts in human form weren’t subpar, yet they paled in comparison to Nezha’s mastery at the peak of power.

At the start, he managed to use raw strength and speed to mask his deficiencies, but as the fight wore on, his declining stamina began to reveal his lack of martial skill.

"Lightning, come!"

Dark clouds blanketed the sky, descending to an unnervingly low altitude. Then, Zeus’s figure vanished as violent lightning consumed the peak of Mount Olympus.

Unperturbed by the endless lightning surrounding him, Nezha retrieved his Fangtian Halberd. After briefly searching, he hurled it directly toward a specific spot in the thunderclouds. The spear, propelled by monstrous initial speed, pierced through the surrounding lightning and clouds, scattering them in its path. Its trajectory led directly to Zeus, who was leisurely drinking from a Golden Holy Chalice.

The sudden turn of events stunned Zeus. He hadn’t anticipated Nezha locating him so swiftly. The spear struck the Golden Holy Chalice, shattering it instantly. Far from Mount Olympus, the Youth Goddess Hebe, who shared a connection to the chalice through her origin, felt her essence suffer a critical blow. She spit blood and fainted on the spot.