Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Phil gripped the broken stone shard tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He forced out a distorted roar from his throat: "No matter whose artifact you're holding,"

"Under the baptism of light, all evil will vanish into nothingness! Aurora—Judgment!"

He suddenly spread his arms wide, and the illusory sun overhead instantly burst into a blinding golden light.

Thousands upon thousands of arrows formed from pure light elements,

With a sharp whistling sound that pierced through the void, it crashed down on Lin Qiye.

"Old Lin, this move is a bit dazzling, will it work?"

Wu Hen crouched in the corner, shielding his brow with his hand, squinting as he observed the situation, while muttering reminders under his breath.

"This laser rain covers too wide an area; it's difficult to avoid it."

Lin Qiye stood in the center of the rain of light, his face as calm as a stagnant pool.

He raised his left hand and gently tapped his fingers together in mid-air.

“The law is reversed.”

Without any warning, the golden arrows that were about to touch Lin Qiye's hair seemed to have struck an invisible rubber wall.

It bizarrely turned back in mid-air, plunging towards Phil with even greater speed and ferocity!

"What?!" Phil's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and he hastily erected a shield of light.

Bang bang bang!

The dense impacts sounded like raindrops hitting banana leaves. Phil was forced to retreat repeatedly by the power of his own divine power, and cracks appeared all over his light shield.

"How does your own technique taste?"

Lin Qiye, carrying the Kusanagi Sword, strode forward at a leisurely pace.

The black night encroached upon the surrounding gray-white ground as he walked.

"You...you can actually control my Divine Ruins? That's impossible!"

Phil wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes turning ferocious and crazed.

"You forced me to do this! Great Badr, descend into your avatar and purge the blasphemers before you!"

Phil's body began to expand violently, with molten golden light flowing beneath his skin, and countless holy feathers falling from the void.

In the blink of an eye, a giant of light, hundreds of meters tall and covered in platinum armor, stood in the center of the arena.

The giant looked down at the ground, its immense pressure making the air thick and sticky.

It raised its foot and stomped down on Lin Qiye as if stepping on an ant.

"Tsk, if you can't beat them, just use your ultimate transformation. This villain's tricks are never the same."

Wu Hen muttered a complaint from a distance, but his grip on the dagger tightened unconsciously.

Lin Qiye looked up at the sky-covering feet, a contemptuous smile playing on his lips.

"Get bigger? Anyone can do that."

boom--!

A deep crimson light shot up from behind Lin Qiye and quickly coalesced opposite the giant of light.

It was the same towering, red-eyed Dharma image, its huge crimson cloak billowing wildly in the wind, obscuring half the sky.

Faxiang's eyes burned like blood-red stars, revealing a cold indifference that looked down upon all living beings.

The two colossal figures collided head-on within the narrow arena.

The Dharma Image swung its fist, accompanied by bursts of thunder; the Giant of Light raised its hand to block.

The shockwave generated by the contact between the two directly pulverized the stands of the arena.

Si Xiaonan leaned against the withered tree, looking at the deep red figure that blocked out the sky, her eyes somewhat dazed.

She remembered that boy back in the training camp, who was just like that, always able to pull out a trump card that left everyone in despair.

"Captain... he really is still that monster." She coughed up blood, but was still smiling.

"I don't have time to play house with you anymore." Lin Qiye's true form moved.

Using the red-eyed dharma form as cover, he transformed into a shadow and rapidly ascended along the giant's legs.

Phil, controlling the giant, wanted to swat the "fly."

However, Lin Qiye's [Law of the End] is ever-present, and any light element that gets close to him will instantly disintegrate or deflect.

"ended."

Lin Qiye appeared on the giant's chest, where Phil's true form was located.

He gripped the Kusanagi Sword with both hands, and the dark light of the [Final Law] surged wildly into the blade.

The once jet-black longsword now exuded a sense of deathly stillness, as if it had annihilated everything.

Stab it--!

The sword tip pierced through the light defenses without any resistance, precisely striking Phil's heart.

The enormous statue of the God of Light froze in place, then countless cracks appeared from its heart, scattering golden fragments of light in all directions.

Phil looked down at the blade that had pierced his chest, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints, his lips trembling: "Great Xia... actually... has something like this..."

Before he could finish speaking, his body, along with the statue, collapsed with a roar of resentment.

The battlefield fell silent.

Lin Qiye landed lightly, holding the longsword upside down, and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Done." Wu Hen patted the dirt off his backside, stood up, and strode towards Lin Qiye.

"Old Lin, with skills like that, if you ever go back to Daxia, you'll have to treat me to a good meal."

"That rebound move was absolutely awesome!"

Lin Qiye was about to speak when his brows suddenly furrowed.

He looked around; the greyish-white stone walls of the arena still stood tall.

Those ruins did not disappear because of Phil's death.

Even the oppressive, stifling feeling in the air didn't lessen in the slightest.

"Something's not right." Lin Qiye stared at the sword he hadn't yet sheathed.

"Phil is dead, so why hasn't this forbidden barrier dissipated?"

Wu Hen was also stunned. He looked around and asked, "Could this thing be a timer switch? Or... is that bastard really dead?"

“He’s dead, but I can still smell someone else here.” Lin Qiye gripped the hilt of his sword warily.

Just then, Si Xiaonan, who was in the corner, suddenly spoke in a low voice, her tone carrying a chilling undertone:

"Lin Qiye... be careful, there's still one person alive."

Lin Qiye suddenly turned his head to look at Si Xiaonan, his gaze sharp as a knife, and the air froze completely in that instant.

Murderous intent and suspicion quietly spread throughout the gladiatorial arena, which had not yet dissipated.