Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

That is not a god.

There was no divine aura surrounding him, no roar of laws; the newcomer wore a faded gray shirt.

The cuffs were even a little pilled, making him look like a middle-aged schoolteacher who had just finished class and was on his way to the market to buy groceries.

But with each step he took down, the overwhelming divine power shrank back an inch.

“Teacher…” Lin Qiye looked at that familiar figure, his eyes burning with tears, and the excruciating pain in his body seemed to go numb at this moment.

Wu Hen's eyes widened, his gaze almost glued to the man. Was this Lin Qiye's trump card?

A... random middle-aged man?

"Who was it that just said they wanted to smash the bridge and kill people?"

The middle-aged man stopped in mid-air, pushed up his glasses, and spoke in a flat tone as if he were asking who hadn't handed in their homework.

But the moment that sound fell, the air in Asgard froze.

"Om-"

All the weapons, whether divine or scrap metal, hummed uncontrollably at this moment, a sign of submission and fear.

Hela's hand, which was about to crush Lin Qiye, froze in mid-air.

A chill she had never felt before shot up her spine to the top of her head. She stared intently at the middle-aged man.

The madness in his eyes was forcibly suppressed by an emotion called "vigilance".

"Humans?" Hela narrowed her eyes, her body churning with deathly aura as she tried to dispel the suffocating feeling of being locked in by the sword intent.

"To have made it this far, it seems the Great Xia Dynasty does indeed have some strength. But do you think you can stop me with your old bones?"

She is the Queen of the Underworld, a supreme god fighting on Asgard's home turf!

"Stop you?"

Zhou Ping seemed to have heard a joke, a slight smirk appearing on his lips, revealing an extremely protective and cold smile, "You think you're worthy?"

Before he finished speaking, he made a casual gesture.

There was no earth-shattering opening move; it was as if he had casually broken off a twig.

A streak of dark golden light appeared out of thin air; it was a physical entity formed purely from sword intent.

It was so fast that even space itself was torn apart by a thin, dark line, heading straight for Hela's brow.

"Arrogant!!"

Hela roared, her black hair dancing wildly as she unleashed her divine power without reservation.

She clasped her hands together abruptly, and the death energy transformed into two enormous, pitch-black claws, which firmly gripped the incoming stream of dark golden light.

"Zizzi-"

The teeth-grinding scraping sound echoed through the sky.

The dark gold longsword stopped three inches from Hela's brow.

The sharpness of the sword cut her skin, causing blood to drip from between her fingers. Each drop of blood corroded a deep pit on the ground.

But she blocked it.

Hela stared at the sword tip so close to her face, a slow, deliberate smile spreading across her lips.

He revealed two rows of gleaming white teeth, and the contempt in his eyes resurfaced: "This is the Great Xia Sword Saint? With this little strength, he can't even trim my nails..."

"puff."

A soft sound.

It wasn't the sound of sword energy piercing flesh; it sounded more like bubbles bursting.

Hela's sinister smile froze.

The dark gold longsword that she had been holding so tightly suddenly dissipated like smoke, turning into specks of golden light and disappearing.

Behind her, a chilling aura, colder than polar ice, unexpectedly pressed against the back of her neck.

when? !

Wu Hen could see it clearly from below; it was the instant Hela caught the sword.

The middle-aged man's figure vanished from the spot as if erased by an eraser.

When it reappeared, it was already standing behind Hela, less than half a meter away.

It was as if Death was whispering in my ear.

"You know nothing about swords."

Zhou Ping's voice was very soft, as soft as a sigh.

He didn't use any divine weapons; he simply raised his right hand casually.

He put his index and middle fingers together and gently tapped Hela's unsuspecting back.

The movements were ridiculously slow, like an old man in a park practicing Tai Chi.

But in Hela's perception, it wasn't two fingers at all.

Instead, it was a collapsed mountain of swords, a law pressing down from the entire world!

"Do not!!!"

Hela's pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, a scream of a creature facing death. She wanted to turn around, to burn her divine essence, even if it meant mutual destruction.

late.

Fingertips fall.

"laugh--"

A thin, white line, barely visible, entered Hela's back and exited through her chest.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor any scene of blood and gore.

The world was silent for a second.

Followed by.

“Boom, boom—!!”

The void in front of Hela suddenly collapsed, and a terrifying crack several kilometers long spread across the earth.

The mountains, palaces, and divine barriers along the way were as fragile as tofu in the face of this finger-like wind, and were smoothly cut in half.

A layer of clouds in the distance was neatly sheared off, revealing a sky behind it that was so azure it seemed almost unreal.

"What...what kind of monster is this..." Wu Hen opened his mouth wide, not even feeling the pain from his dislocated jaw.

Is this even a human being capable of dealing that much damage?!

Hela stiffly lowered her head, staring at the gaping hole in her chest, the light in her eyes rapidly fading.

"You..." She turned her head with difficulty, trying to see the man's face clearly, but before she could turn her neck halfway, her vision became dizzy.

A huge head rolled down and smashed onto the broken rainbow bridge, rolling to Lin Qiye's feet.

That is the head of God.

The headless corpse swayed twice, like a wind-up doll, before crashing to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The Queen of the Underworld fell.

One finger, kill instantly.

The entire battlefield of Asgard was deathly silent.

The gods who were originally about to rush forward and surround them were now like ducks with their necks being choked.

Her face was deathly pale, and she didn't dare to breathe, afraid that the man in the gray shirt would even glance at her.

This isn't a rescue mission; this is clearly a shopping spree!

Zhou Ping flicked non-existent blood off his hands, not even glancing at the corpse on the ground.

It was as if he had just casually swatted a buzzing fly.

He turned around, his gaze falling on the pitiful Lin Qiye, his brows furrowing into a deep frown, about to say a few words of reprimand.

Sudden.

"Boom!"

A deep, resounding boom, like a war drum, or perhaps the heartbeat of some colossal creature.

It came from the sky overhead, which Zhou Ping had sliced ​​open.

The sky, which was just a clear blue, was instantly dyed golden.

It's not the gold of sunlight, but a heavy, ancient, and oppressive dark gold.

Thick, dark clouds gathered again, but this time they were no longer gloomy; instead, they rolled with golden lightning.

In the very center of the clouds, a huge crack slowly opened up, like a vertical eye stretching across the sky and earth.

An aura several times stronger than Hela's, carrying intense fighting spirit and sacred majesty, cascaded down like a waterfall.

Zhou Ping's eyes narrowed, and an ordinary iron sword appeared out of thin air in his hand.

Looking up at the crack, his previously relaxed back arched slightly, like a fully drawn bow.

"Another troublemaker has arrived."

Lin Qiye struggled to lift his head, gazing at the golden sky.

Within the churning golden clouds, a towering golden phantom was slowly coalescing.

Those gazes were like torches, like two searchlights, piercing through layers of space and locking onto this ravaged battlefield.

An even bigger storm is coming.