Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

On the rooftop of the abandoned factory, Wu Quan's body suddenly stiffened.

The chilling aura that seemed to freeze everything from a kilometer away made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

The mental network he had laid out was like a fishing net torn apart by the claws of a giant beast, instantly shattering into pieces.

"What...what kind of power is this?!" he exclaimed in shock, his composure and enjoyment vanishing, replaced by horror and bewilderment.

He wanted to escape.

The thought had barely crossed my mind when a white lightning bolt, tearing through the night sky, struck!

puff--!

The snow-white longsword, "White Slash," pierced his right shoulder precisely, pinning him firmly to the concrete wall behind him.

The immense force caused him to groan, and blood instantly stained his clothes.

The residual extreme cold energy on the blade spread rapidly, and half of his body lost sensation.

"run?"

A voice, laced with roguishness and mockery, rang in his ear like a ghost.

Wu Quan turned around abruptly, only to find Lin Qiye had appeared behind him at some point.

One hand rested casually on the hilt of the knife pinning him, the other hand was in his pocket.

She was looking down at him, her eyes now devoid of any pretense, only filled with chilling coldness.

Wu Hen followed closely behind, landing on the other side of the rooftop, silently blocking all his escape routes.

"you……"

Wu Quan's lips trembled. He tried to activate his mental power, but found his mental world in complete chaos.

It was as if an invisible hand was turning the world upside down.

The terrifying pressure known as "Tyrant's Wrath" was relentlessly invading his body through "White Slash," suppressing all his resistance.

"Kid, have you had enough fun?" Lin Qiye placed his palm on the hilt of the knife and pressed down gently.

"Ah—!" Wu Quan cried out in pain as the cold blade penetrated even deeper, the intense pain causing his whole body to convulse.

Lin Qiye's brows furrowed slightly.

He looked at the still-childish face before him, contorted with pain.

But you can still tell that the other person is not very old, at most sixteen or seventeen years old.

A teenager?

Damn it, the "mysterious" controller of Linjiang City is actually a kid who hasn't even grown up yet?

Lin Qiye's hand on the hilt of the knife unconsciously loosened its grip by a fraction.

This subtle change made his expression somewhat complicated.

"Who exactly are you?" Lin Qiye's voice turned cold.

"Shen Qingzhu's subordinates?"

Wu Quan gritted his teeth, large beads of cold sweat mingling with the rain as they slid down his forehead.

He didn't answer, but a hint of madness flashed in his eyes.

“You won’t get away with this on my turf!” he roared.

Boom!

The discarded steel bars and sheet metal piled up around the rooftop seem to have been given life.

Instantly, they floated up and transformed into hundreds of sharp metal blades, shooting towards Lin Qiye and Wu Hen in a barrage!

At the same time, strong winds blew and rainwater gathered into dozens of water whips, lashing out from all directions!

This was his last act of defiance, a gamble with all his mental strength.

"You're courting death." Wu Hen snorted coldly, his body shifting slightly as he prepared to draw his sword.

"Don't move," Lin Qiye stopped him.

Faced with this devastating attack, Lin Qiye merely raised his eyelids and glanced at Wu Quan.

"Do you really want me to do it?" he asked calmly.

Om-!

An invisible chill spread once again.

All the metal blades and water whips that flew within three meters of him

Everything froze in an instant, then fell helplessly to the ground, making a series of tinkling sounds.

Wu Quan's offensive was easily neutralized.

"..." Wu Quan's pupils suddenly contracted, and his face lost all color.

This is an absolute crushing force.

His vaunted power of manipulation was like a child's toy in front of his opponent.

Despair overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

"You're pretty good at fighting, kid."

Lin Qiye reached out and pinched Wu Quan's chin, forcing him to raise his head and look directly into his eyes.

"You won't talk, huh? Fine, you've got a tough bone to stick out."

He leaned close to Wu Quan's ear, his voice low, yet it struck Wu Quan's heart like a heavy hammer.

"Tell me, if I took a picture of you looking like this and sent it to Director Liu of the fasting center... what would he think?"

The moment the words left his mouth, Wu Quan froze, as if struck by lightning!

His eyes, which had been filled with resentment and madness, were instantly filled with immense fear, and his body began to tremble violently uncontrollably.

"No...no..." he murmured, his voice trembling with sobs.

The boy, who had just been fighting desperately like a lone wolf, now had all his defenses completely crumble because of one name.

Lin Qiye looked at him coldly.

The information provided by Shen Qingzhu mentioned that his younger brother, Wu Quan, was adopted and raised by Director Liu of the fasting center.

That old man was the little wolf's only weakness.

"Now, can we have a proper chat?" Lin Qiye released his hand, his tone still icy.

Rain washed over the boy's pale face; he seemed to have all his strength drained away.

His shoulders slumped limply, and his head drooped deeply, as if a thousand-pound burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

After a long while, a hoarse voice, almost inaudible, rang out.

"...I'll go with you."

His voice no longer held any will to resist, but only a rare vulnerability and submission.

"You should have cooperated earlier." Lin Qiye pouted and reached out to pull out the [Zhanbai] sticking out of his shoulder.

Just as his hand gripped the hilt of the knife, Wu Quan suddenly raised his head.

On that pale face, his lips moved slightly, as if he had a thousand words to say, yet he didn't know where to begin.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Wu Hen's gaze also fell upon them. He could sense that the boy's emotions seemed to have undergone a new fluctuation.

Lin Qiye stopped moving, frowned, looked at the boy in front of him, and waited for him to continue.

"Child, what are you afraid of?" he asked, almost as if possessed.

These words seemed to touch the softest spot in Wu Quan's heart.

His eyes instantly reddened.

"I..." He opened his mouth, his voice choked with emotion.

"I...I want to see Grandpa Liu one last time."

He raised his head and looked at Lin Qiye with an almost pleading gaze. Rain streamed down his cheeks, making it hard to tell if it was rain or tears.

"Please... just see me once."

"Then, I will go with you, anywhere, and accept any punishment."

His voice was soft, yet unusually firm, as if he had used all his strength.

Lin Qiye was silent.

He looked at the boy in front of him and felt inexplicably irritated.

He hates dealing with this kind of mess.

However, just as he was about to refuse, a faint gaze fell upon him from a distance.

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen tensed up at the same time, turning their heads sharply to look into the dark depths outside the factory.

The wind and rain seemed to pause for a moment.

On the rooftop of a tall building a hundred meters away, a blurry figure could be seen.

It stood quietly in the rain, as if it had been standing there for a long time and listening for a long time.