Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

Wu Hen's eyes were fixed on the man riding the electric scooter.

Just now, the corpse beast that was about to flatten the entire block swung down its huge palm that was as big as a mountain.

Then, the man just casually raised his hand without even looking back.

Like shooing away an annoying fly.

"boom!"

There was a loud, dull sound that made one's heart tighten. The huge corpse beast,

He was actually slapped away by this slap, and his huge body knocked down more than a dozen high-rise buildings.

Finally, he stopped in a pile of ruins and was unable to get up for a long time.

The whole world seemed to be quiet.

Lin Qiye stood beside Wu Hen, his mouth wide open enough to fit an egg.

"Did I see it wrong?" He rubbed his eyes, his voice trembling.

"That thing...was knocked away by a slap?"

Wu Hen did not answer. His entire mind was attracted by the fleeting aura of the man.

What kind of breath is that?

It's indescribable and indescribable.

It’s like standing at the end of the universe, watching the birth and destruction of everything.

The most important thing is that this feeling... is so familiar.

Wu Hen was sure that he had definitely felt this aura that transcended all rules somewhere.

This is the breath of the "ceiling".

It is an aura that can only be possessed by the small group of people who truly stand at the top of the human pyramid.

But where is it?

After he crossed over, he had seen quite a few strong men.

But none of them can compare to the man riding the electric scooter in front of him.

Could it be... before the time travel?

Just when Wu Hen was lost in thought, the man was already riding his electric scooter slowly.

He came to the corpse beast that was struggling to get up.

He stopped the car, put his feet on the ground for support, then turned around and opened the blue takeout thermal box in the back seat of the car.

What he pulled out wasn't some earth-shattering artifact, but an ordinary pizza box.

The man glanced at the receipt on the pizza box, as if confirming the order.

He recited it in an emotionless tone to the still growling corpse beast.

"The recipient is a corpse beast."

"Commodity, one death."

"Note: I wish you a pleasant meal."

After reading it, he flicked the takeaway receipt away.

That thin piece of paper drew a straight white line in the air.

Then, silently, he cut through the hardest piece of bone armor on the corpse beast's forehead and inserted it deeply.

The corpse beast's roar stopped abruptly.

For the first time, fear appeared in its eyes, which were full of tyranny and chaos.

The man held the pizza box in one hand and faced the corpse beast, as if he was going to hand it to it.

Then, he suddenly exerted force with his five fingers.

"Click."

The pizza box shattered.

There were no earth-shattering explosions, no dazzling special effects.

At the moment when the pizza box shattered, the huge corpse beast like a mountain,

The entire body was also shaken into the finest powder by an incomprehensible force.

They will be scattered when the wind blows.

As if it had never appeared in this world.

The man threw the crushed cardboard box into the trash can beside him as if he had done something insignificant.

Then he got on his small electric car, turned the handle, and with the sound of "beep, beep" electricity,

Slowly disappeared at the end of the street.

From beginning to end, he didn't even look towards Wu Hen and Lin Qiye.

Only after the other party completely disappeared did Lin Qiye let out a long sigh and sat down on the ground.

"It's over... Is it over?" he muttered to himself.

"Are you kidding? That's..."

"This is not a joke." Wu Hen interrupted him, his face more serious than ever.

"That person is very strong, too strong to be reasonable."

"Do I need you to tell me this?" Lin Qiye smiled bitterly.

"I'm more curious about who he is."

"When did such a monster appear in our Great Xia?"

"I don't know who he is." Wu Hen shook his head, his eyes full of confusion.

"But I always feel that I should know him, or rather, I should know the source of his power."

This familiar feeling was like a thorn stuck in his brain, leaving him puzzled.

"Forget it, don't think about this for now." Wu Hen quickly calmed down his mind.

"There's so much noise here, the officials will be here soon, let's leave first."

"Yeah." Lin Qiye nodded, stood up, and patted the dust off his body.

“But this time, it really opened my eyes.”

"It turns out the delivery guy is the hidden boss."

Wu Hen didn't respond to him, but just turned around and looked deeply in the direction where the man disappeared.

This breath, exactly...

Meanwhile, on the other side of the sea, Mt.

The whole mountain was shaking slightly, and thick smoke was billowing from the crater on the top of the mountain.

Dark red magma gushed out from time to time, dyeing the sky an ominous red.

On a platform not far from the crater, several people were standing.

Leading the group was a man sitting on a steel throne made from countless weapons.

He seemed to have merged with the throne, his face could not be seen, and he could only feel the pressure as heavy as the abyss.

Next to him stood a tall woman in black clothes.

Her name is Wu Ji, the strongest of the Nine Swords of Huojin, and also the sharpest.

Across from them, the leaders of the Japanese supernatural world, Haruki Amamiya, Shota Hoshimi, Yurina, and Yoshiki Furuhara,

They were all sweating and pale.

"Lord Throne!"

Amamiya Haruki bowed his body, his tone full of anxiety and pleading.

"The energy reaction inside the mountain is becoming more and more intense. Our seal is about to break!"

"According to ancient records, only by pulling out the [Mountain Burial] can the volcano's wrath be completely quelled!"

He pointed to a divine weapon not far away, which was embedded in the rocks of the mountain, with only a section of the ancient hilt exposed.

That sword seemed to be grown together with the entire Mount Fuji.

Every time the mountain shook, the space around the handle could be seen distorting slightly.

The man on the Iron Throne didn't react at all, and didn't even seem to glance at him.

Amamiya Haruki's heart sank, and he could only look to the Takehime next to him for help.

"Mrs. Wu Ji! You are the strongest individual among the Nine Swords of Huo Jin. Your power..."

"You want me to draw my sword?" Wu Ji finally spoke. Her voice was cold and carried a sense of self-righteous arrogance.

"Yes! Please!" Hoshimi Shota also pleaded.

"We can't think of anyone else who can do this except you!"

Wu Ji's eyes swept over the knife named "Zangshan".

There was no fear in his eyes, but instead a hint of interest.

"It's just a knife stuck in the mountain," she said calmly. "It doesn't sound like anything special."

"No! You don't understand!" Furuhara Yoshiki hurriedly explained.

"[Burial Mountain] isn't just stuck in the mountain; it's connected to the entire Fuji Mountain range!"

"To pull it out is to go against the power of the entire mountain, and even the entire earth!"

"We...we tried it. Anyone who gets close to it will be crushed into powder by that force!"

"Oh? Really?" Wu Ji raised her eyebrows, as if she felt that this matter had become a little more interesting.

"That does sound like it would take more effort than swinging a knife at someone."

These words made Amamiya Haruki and others turn pale, but they did not dare to refute.

At this moment, there was a sudden and violent shaking, making everyone lose their balance.

"What's going on? The frequency of earthquakes has increased!" Yurina exclaimed.

"No!" A person responsible for monitoring global energy fluctuations sent a terrified voice through the communicator.

"Report! The energy source is not coming from Mount Fuji! It's... it's coming from the direction of Hell Garden!"

"The Guardian Sky Fox Demon King is doing his best to stabilize the space! Something happened over there!"

"What?" Amamiya Haruki was shocked.

Misfortunes never come singly!

Before he could digest the news, another observer's voice rang out.

"Report! An extremely high-level energy concentration has been detected over the waters east of Daxia!"

"A calamity cloud is forming... a calamity cloud is forming! Oh my god, a calamity cloud of this size, is someone trying to attack the divine position?!"

One piece of bad news after another, like a heavy hammer, made all the Japanese senior officials present dizzy and dazed.

What's wrong with this world?

Why did everything happen at once today?

Compared to their panic, the man and Wu Ji on the Iron Throne remained eerily calm.

It was as if everything that happened in the outside world had nothing to do with them.

Wu Ji moved her wrist, making a few crisp crackling sounds.

"Okay, stop arguing." She said impatiently.

"It makes my ears hurt."

She ignored the reports about the Hell Garden and the Calamity Cloud and walked straight towards the Burial Mountain.

"I accept your request."

Amamiya Haruki and others immediately showed joy on their faces.

"Great! Thank you, Lady Takeuchi!"

Wu Ji walked to the front of the knife, stood still, and felt the heavy power coming from the handle, which seemed to be able to crush the whole world.

Finally, a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

"interesting."

She turned around and glanced at the Japanese people behind her who were looking expectant.

"Before I draw my sword, all of you, stand back."

"Ah? Yes!" Amamiya Haruki was stunned for a moment, then immediately nodded and led everyone to retreat a few hundred meters.

He stopped, thinking that this distance should be safe.

But Wu Ji just glanced at him coldly.

"Keep retreating."

"Uh, Lady Takehime, we have retreated to a safe distance." Hoshimi Shouta said with some confusion.

"I said, keep retreating."

There was a hint of unquestionable command in Wu Ji's voice.

Although everyone had some grumbles in their hearts, they still did not dare to disobey and could only continue to retreat step by step.

"How far do we have to retreat?" Yurina couldn't help but complain in a low voice.

“It’s almost hard to see.”

"Retreat until I tell you to stop." Wu Ji's voice came from afar, ringing clearly in everyone's ears.

"Or, you might as well be buried by the aftermath of this unsheathed sword."