Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

The world in Si Xiaonan's eyes was already almost dark, but the sharpness of that blade tore a hole in the darkness.

The blond figure didn't move, just stood in front of her with the knife in hand, blocking all the wind, snow, and killing intent.

That posture, that figure, and that infuriating phrase just now, "Ten yuan for three jin"—it could have made anyone furious.

It was like a heavy hammer blow to the top of her head.

Who else could it be but the captain who always has to say something sarcastic, even when facing life and death?

"Lin...Lin Qiye?"

Si Xiaonan's voice trembled violently, as if her throat was stuffed with a wad of blood-soaked cotton, both hoarse and dry.

She wanted to laugh, but tears rolled down her cheeks first, mixing with the blood on her face and making her face even more smudged.

It was a strange feeling. Even though my whole body ached, I suddenly felt a sense of peace, like I was back in my office at Da Xia.

"He still has the strength to recognize people, so he's probably not going to die."

Lin Qiye didn't even turn his head, but made a downward pressing gesture with his left hand, "Lie down quietly and don't cause any trouble."

"It's really you..."

Si Xiaonan's body went limp, and her head slammed heavily into the mud.

But he couldn't stop the smile from creeping up his face, coughing up blood as he muttered under his breath, "Damn it, why did it take you so long to get here..."

"Is this your last words? How touching."

Phil sneered from a short distance away, but the composure he had shown earlier was gone from his handsome face.

He stared intently at the straight knife in Lin Qiye's hand, his eyes twitching wildly.

The explosive power he displayed just now is something an astrologer who only knows how to look at stars could never possess.

"No matter who you are, if you dare to hurt people in Asgard, you won't be leaving this forest today."

Phil flipped his wrist, and a grayish-white, irregular stone shard appeared in his palm.

As soon as the stone appeared, the surrounding space began to distort strangely, and the originally noisy sound of wind and snow disappeared instantly.

Wu Hen, with his sharp eyes, suddenly narrowed his pupils: "Old Lin, this bastard is about to unleash a powerful attack! That's a forbidden artifact of the spatial element!"

"Too late!" Phil's face twisted in a grimace as he crushed the stone shard.

Om-!

Heaven and earth are turned upside down.

The once pitch-black forest instantly faded, replaced by a huge, gray-white circular building.

The towering stone walls pierced the sky, and the stands were deathly silent, devoid of any spectators, only filled with endless oppression and desolation.

【Gray and white arena】

This is Phil's trump card for survival; once activated,

Unless one side is completely wiped out, it is impossible for outsiders to detect them, and no one inside can escape.

"This is a deathmatch arena that exists outside of reality."

Phil looked at the three people trapped in the center of the field.

His previously panicked mind calmed down, and a cruel smugness gleamed in his eyes.

“Even Heimdall’s eyes can’t see through the barriers here. If I kill you here, no one will know.”

"So, this is a secret room?"

Wu Hen looked around, but instead of panicking, he stroked his chin and clicked his tongue in amazement.

"The decor is quite retro, a bit eerie."

Lin Qiye's originally tense shoulders completely relaxed the moment he saw the wall.

"Are you sure they can't see from outside?" Lin Qiye turned around and looked at Phil, his tone playful.

“Dead men don’t need to know all this,” Phil scoffed.

"I can rest assured that."

Lin Qiye casually ripped off the gorgeous astrologer's robe.

A sting.

The golden wig fell to the ground, revealing her original jet-black short hair.

Immediately afterwards, the Western face belonging to "Miles" rippled out like water, revealing his original delicate yet cold Eastern features.

An unprecedentedly vast darkness of night spread wildly outwards from him.

That wasn't the night of Asgard, but pure, suffocating darkness.

"What...what kind of aura is this?!"

Phil's smug expression froze, and the oppressive feeling emanating from the depths of his soul made him involuntarily take a half step back.

Lin Qiye ignored him, only making a loose fist with his hand.

In the void, countless starlight converged.

A long sword, entirely black and exuding an ancient charm, slowly emerged.

The sword seemed to be surrounded by swirling clouds, or perhaps by the wailing of ten thousand ghosts.

Kusanagi no Tsurugi (Sword of the Clouds).

"I was thinking about how to act, but since you've thoughtfully closed the door, I won't hold back."

Lin Qiye gripped the sword hilt, his once calm eyes now flashing with an alarming light. "Wu Hen, keep an eye on Xiao Nan."

"Alright, please." Wu Hen quickly dragged Si Xiaonan to a corner and slipped her a painkiller.

"Roar--!!"

The giant bear with the severed hand, Lister, had already lost his mind due to the excruciating pain.

The moment it saw Lin Qiye, its crimson beastly eyes were filled with nothing but the most primal desire to kill.

I'm going to chew you up!

Lister roared, his massive body charging forward like an out-of-control tank with earth-shaking force.

Although he no longer had bear paws, his two thick arms were still like battering rams.

Enveloped in earthy yellow divine power, it slammed fiercely towards Lin Qiye's crown.

"idiot."

Lin Qiye stood still, without moving an inch.

Just as the two severed arms were about to strike him,

His body suddenly shattered like a broken mirror, breaking into five or six dark shadows with a "crash".

【Shadow Clone】.

Lister's attack missed its target and slammed into the ground, sending debris flying.

Before he could even look up, a cold breath pressed against the back of his neck.

"In your next life, don't be a bear, it's too stupid."

Lin Qiye's voice rang out softly, as if it were right next to his eardrum.

Lister's hair stood on end, and he instinctively tried to turn around, but all he saw was a dark arc of light flashing past.

Kusanagi Sword, slash!

There was no sense of obstruction.

The enormous, still-roaring bear head slid smoothly off its neck.

Before the dark red blood could even gush out, Lin Qiye slammed his left hand down on the headless bear carcass.

"Purgatory".

The pitch-black flames burst into flames instantly, engulfing the massive corpse and the rolling head.

That was no ordinary fire, but the fire of the divine ruins, capable of burning away souls.

Lister's final scream was choked back.

In just two seconds, he turned into a pile of ashes in the gray and white arena.

Instant kill.

Moreover, it was a complete annihilation, leaving no trace.

Lin Qiye casually flicked away non-existent bloodstains from the blade, turned around, picked up the sword, and walked step by step toward Phil, who was already dumbfounded.

Da da da.

Footsteps echoed in the empty arena, each one feeling like a blow to Phil's heart.

Phil's face was ashen, and his pupils shrank to pinpoints.

He stared intently at the longsword in Lin Qiye's hand, which was still emitting black energy, his mind a complete mess.

That surge of power... that sword's design...

It is definitely not a divine artifact from the Norse pantheon!

It's not even something from the Western divine realm!

"You...the sword in your hand..."

Phil's voice trembled as an absurd yet undeniably real thought exploded in his mind.

"That's... a divine artifact from Takamagahara?!"

Lin Qiye stopped, tilted his head, and a smile that sent chills down one's spine.

"Good eye, but unfortunately, you realized it too late."