Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

"Where are you looking at your knife?"

The sound was not loud, but it was like a thunder from the sky.

It penetrated clearly into the ears of everyone present, causing a buzzing in their heads.

Cao Yuwei was startled and subconsciously followed her question.

But I only felt a deeper, indescribable absurdity and confusion.

"My knife... is of course looking at you! Locked on you! You..."

His words stopped abruptly, because the handsome man shook his head.

There was a hint of pity in those cold eyes, as if he was looking at a child who was stubbornly chasing after illusions.

"No." She spoke again, her voice still calm, but revealed a horrifying fact that shattered Cao Yuwei's worldview.

"The lock you are so proud of is the lock's existence."

"Your sword also cuts 'existence'."

"But what if... I don't 'exist' in the time and space that your knife can reach?"

Spacetime?!

These two words were like an invisible hammer, hitting Cao Yuwei's heart hard!

What does it mean?

This was beyond his understanding of power!

The handsome young man didn't give him time to think, and gave the final answer in a tone of stating facts:

"You're targeting my past self."

"And what your sword cuts is the shadow of 'now'."

My past self... My present self...

boom--!

Cao Yuwei's mind completely exploded and went blank.

He finally understood what the blur and overlap like "bad signal" meant.

It was not an illusion, nor was it speed, but a kind of power that he could not even imagine.

An incredible application of the laws of time and space that is unattainable!

He put all his strength into the attack, risking everything, locking onto the target from the beginning.

It is just an afterimage that has long disappeared in the long river of time!

But his real goal seemed to be in another dimension.

Watching everything he did coldly was like watching a funny one-man show.

This is no longer a battle, this is a dimensionality reduction attack!

"puff--"

A mouthful of blood spurted out of Cao Yuwei's mouth, unable to be restrained any longer.

This was not due to injuries, but due to the complete collapse of his belief in martial arts!

His strongest trump card and most confident ability became a joke in front of the other party.

How can that special ability that destroys the soul be activated without even having the chance to touch the opponent?

However, the handsome young man's turn has just begun.

While everyone was still immersed in the shock of her words,

She slowly raised her right hand and extended an index finger as white as jade.

There is no earth-shaking momentum and no dazzling brilliance.

She just casually and lightly pointed at Cao Yuwei, who was in a state of confusion due to the collapse of his faith.

It's just this extremely simple finger.

"Shoot-"

An extremely sharp, yet subtle sound that seemed to be able to tear the soul apart was heard.

In the space in front of the handsome young man's fingertips, a thin black crack as thin as a hair appeared silently.

As soon as the crack appeared, it ignored the distance in space.

As if transcending cause and effect, it instantly appeared in front of Cao Yuwei's eyebrows!

At this moment, every hair on Cao Yuwei's body stood on end.

An unprecedented fear coming from the source of life gripped his soul!

His domineering and unparalleled annihilation sword intent, in front of this tiny space crack,

It was as fragile as a piece of thin paper and was instantly torn into pieces by the extremely sharp breath!

He could clearly feel that if the crack moved forward a little further,

No, not even a hundredth of a millimeter, his head, his body,

Along with his soul, it will be cut and devoured in an instant.

Completely wiped out from this world, without even the chance of reincarnation!

The shadow of death has never been so clear.

Time seemed to be infinitely stretched at this moment.

However, the black crack that was enough to end everything just hovered quietly in front of his eyebrows, not moving forward at all.

A drop of cold sweat slid down Cao Yuwei's pale forehead.

With a ticking sound, it shattered on the hard stage, and also shattered all his last pride and fighting spirit.

He lost.

He was defeated completely and utterly.

The handsome young man withdrew his finger, and the heart-wrenching space crack closed silently, as if it had never appeared.

She took one last look at Cao Yuwei, and her cold voice brought this highly anticipated duel to an end.

"Your sword intent is too full, and it can't contain the true world."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and walked lightly down the stage.

Leaving the audience with a peerless and mysterious back.

The entire stadium was still dead silent.

Until the referee woke up from his dream and announced the result of the game with a slightly trembling voice,

The audience erupted in thunderous exclamations and discussions, and was completely boiling!