Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Upon hearing this, Ji Nian's eyes instantly lit up like 200-watt light bulbs.

She gripped the crumpled autograph book in her hand even tighter.

"Strange? Great Sage, are you saying I have extraordinary bones and am a martial arts prodigy, one in ten thousand? Or are you saying I have that... that 'immortal aura'?"

She took two steps forward, looking on expectantly as she waited for what would happen next, completely ignoring Wu Hen's gaze that seemed to look at her like she was an idiot.

Sun Wukong didn't respond. His golden, fiery eyes swept over Ji Nian, and his brows furrowed even deeper.

He raised his hand and scratched the monkey hair on his chin, then sniffed hard with his nose.

"It doesn't smell like celestial aura; it smells more like... moldy, rotten wood."

Sun Wukong smacked his lips, looking disgusted.

"It's not rotten wood, but it has a bit of a dead smell, and it's a bit like the burnt smell that I, Old Sun, used to smell in the alchemy furnace... Anyway, it doesn't smell good."

Ji Nian's smile froze, and her lips twitched twice: "Dead...dead human aura?"

“Great Sage, she’s just an ordinary person. She probably just came from some battlefield ruins and got infected.”

Lin Qiye quickly smoothed things over, saying that although Ji Nian could be a bit loud and boisterous at times...

But he is indeed a special talent among the Night Watchmen. If Monkey King were to knock something bad out of him, Zuo Qing would have no way to explain it.

"Ordinary people?"

Sun Wukong chuckled, casually tossing the pen he was using for signing his name back into the pocket of his commemorative jacket.

"In this world, there are no ordinary people left."

"Girl, be careful. Although the taste is mild, it has deep roots."

After saying that, he didn't wait for Ji Nian's reaction and turned to look at Lin Qiye and Wu Hen.

"I, Old Sun, have to go."

"Leaving already?" Wu Hen was taken aback.

"Don't you want to stay a little longer? Now that you're out, why not take a stroll around Great Xia? I think everyone will be happy to see you."

"Don't go."

Sun Wukong waved his hand, looking impatient.

"With me looking like this now, I'd only be a disgrace to my disciples and their followers if I went out."

"And... something's not right over there."

He pointed east, which was the direction of the Great Xia.

"There's a smell, even stronger than the one on this girl."

"I have to go back and keep watch, lest some fools sneak in during the chaos."

Lin Qiye's heart skipped a beat.

The fact that even the Monkey King felt a sense of "impact" meant it was definitely not a trivial matter.

Sun Wukong didn't waste any more words and patted Lin Qiye's shoulder twice.

The force was astonishing; Lin Qiye felt half of his body go numb.

"Kid, being the dean isn't easy. There's a whole bunch of crazy lunatics in that room, none of them are easy to deal with."

Sun Wukong grinned, revealing a mouthful of fangs, but instead of being terrifying, he gave off a strange sense of security.

"And you, that kid from another world."

"Don't mess things up. I, Old Sun, am waiting for you to come out next time and see how you manage to poke a hole in that so-called 'fate'."

Wu Hen rubbed his shoulders and grinned, "Thank you for your kind words. As long as no one tries to sabotage me from behind, I'm pretty tough."

"Hey, you're being stubborn."

Sun Wukong laughed and cursed, then stomped his foot hard.

The somersault cloud beneath their feet instantly dissipated into a sky full of water vapor.

A golden light shot into the sky, tearing through the thick layer of mist in the blink of an eye.

Like a shooting star going against the current, it disappeared into the eastern horizon.

All that remained on the sea was the rolling waves and that flamboyantly designed Cyber ​​McLaren suspended in mid-air.

"They're gone..." Jinian gazed at the sky, a look of profound loss on her face.

"I haven't had a chance to take a picture yet."

"Alright, stop being so infatuated."

Wu Hen knocked on the McLaren's window in an annoyed manner.

"Brother Monkey just said you have the aura of death about you. What have you been up to lately?"

"Did you secretly use that ability to go to some places you shouldn't have gone again?"

"No way!" Ji Nian immediately retorted, carefully tucking the autographed book into her bosom.

"I've been staying at headquarters the whole time, okay! It was only just now, in order to get you guys out of trouble, that I forcibly located you here."

"correct!"

She suddenly slapped her forehead, as if she had just remembered the important matter.

"I almost forgot the important matter! Commander Zuo is looking for you, he's frantic!"

Lin Qiye's heart skipped a beat.

Zuo Qing is an extremely composed person; unless it's something truly earth-shattering,

I would never let Ji Nian take such a big risk to come to the Misty Sea to look for someone.

"what's up?"

Without further ado, he reached out and pressed a few buttons on the McLaren's center console.

A mechanical flipping sound rang out, and a pixelated walkie-talkie with an extremely retro design, resembling the controller of an 80s Famicom, popped out.

Sizzle—Sizzle—

After a burst of electrical static, Zuo Qing's signature deep voice came out, tinged with obvious fatigue and anxiety.

"Lin Qiye? Wu Hen? Can you hear me?"

"I can hear you, Commander Zuo." Lin Qiye took the walkie-talkie, his expression grave.

"What happened?"

There was a two-second silence on the other end, as if they were organizing their thoughts.

"We just received top-level intelligence: Asgard was in an uproar just ten minutes ago."

Lin Qiye frowned: "So Thor just ran away from us because of him?"

“Not entirely.” Zuo Qing’s voice was as cold as if she had just been pulled out of an ice cellar.

"It's because of Odin."

"Odin's core has shattered, and Asgard is now a realm of gods without a king."

Lin Qiye and Wu Hen exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock in each other's eyes.

Odin, the Norse god-king who sat on the highest throne overlooking all living beings, actually fell like this?

"A power vacuum means war," Wu Hen calmly analyzed.

"Thor is the God of Thunder, the strongest in combat, so it is only natural for him to inherit the throne."

"But the fact that you're in such a hurry to contact us means things aren't that simple."

“That’s right.” Zuo Qing took a deep breath.

Loki jumped out.

"That god of trickery?"

"He's holding a trump card that none of us expected," Zuo Qing said rapidly.

"Just now, Loki announced to the nine kingdoms through the World Tree that he will officially attempt to reach the 'Supreme Realm' in three days."

"Once he succeeds... the authority of the gods of Asgard will fall completely into his hands."

"The Supreme Realm?!"

Lin Qiye's pupils contracted sharply, and his fingers gripping the walkie-talkie tightened until they turned white.

Above the divine realm lies the highest.

That is the true realm of gods and kings, a realm capable of rewriting the rules and looking down upon all living beings.

If that madman Loki were to become the supreme god, not only Asgard, but the entire Great Xia would probably become his playground.

This is no longer a simple battle for divine positions; it is a fuse that could ignite a global war of gods.

The sea breeze howled, bringing a biting chill.

Lin Qiye felt a chill run down his spine.

Loki, who always wears a fake smile and treats human life like a game, if he were to truly ascend to the throne of God...

“There’s even worse news.”

Zuo Qing's voice came through the walkie-talkie again, this time...

His tone carried an unprecedented solemnity, like the last rumble of thunder before a storm.

"It's not just about breaking through to a higher realm."

"Our informant in Asgard risked his life to send back coordinates; Loki seems to be preparing a ritual, and the core ingredient of that ritual..."