Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

As soon as the pitch-black crack took shape, two completely different yet equally terrifying auras surged out from it.

One was like an ancient abyss, deep and silent; the other was like a wounded beast, ferocious and mixed with a hint of unwilling blood.

The next moment, two figures, one in front and one behind, stepped out from the constantly wriggling space crack.

Walking in front was a middle-aged man in a black robe.

He had an ancient and unsophisticated face, and it seemed as if stars appeared and disappeared when his eyes opened and closed. He was the second in command of the Night King's Palace.

His aura was extremely restrained, but the more so, the more people felt an unfathomable danger.

The fourth seat following closely behind looked much more embarrassed.

His iconic silver armor was covered with hideous scratches and charred marks.

There was still a trace of blood that had not yet dried at the corner of his mouth. His eyes were sinister and he looked around with a murderous look as if he was ready to devour anyone.

Almost at the moment their feet touched the ground, Shen Qingzhu, who had been standing still like a pine tree, moved.

Without hesitation, he took three steps forward and then bent ninety degrees.

With his hands folded in front of his abdomen, he spoke in a deep voice with an almost humble attitude: "Shen Qingzhu, we respectfully welcome the return of the Second and Fourth Seats."

His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard in every corner of the room. His attitude was respectful.

The arrival of the two great men added a sense of solemn ceremony to the air that had already frozen.

The second seat glanced at Shen Qingzhu indifferently and nodded slightly in response.

He didn't seem surprised by Shen Qingzhu's appearance.

However, the fourth seat, who obviously had a bad temper, frowned.

He looked Shen Qingzhu up and down with a scrutinizing gaze.

His tone was filled with undisguised questioning and vigilance: "Who are you?"

"You're just a newcomer. Who gave you the right to stand here?"

His voice contained a powerful mental oppression, like an invisible hammer, smashing down on Shen Qingzhu's head.

Under such pressure, an ordinary practitioner would have probably lost his mind and knelt down to beg for mercy.

But Shen Qingzhu did not move at all, still maintaining a bent posture, as if the pressure was just a breeze blowing on his face.

He did not argue because he knew that in front of an existence of this level, the power of explanation did not lie with him.

Sure enough, the second seat slowly spoke, his voice calm and even.

But with an unyielding majesty, he said, "Fourth Brother, stop it."

"He was brought here personally by Lord Yiyu. His identity... is somewhat special."

"Picked by Lord Yiyu himself?" The hostility in the fourth seat's eyes lessened slightly, replaced by a hint of deep suspicion.

He looked at Shen Qingzhu again, as if trying to find some extraordinary qualities in this seemingly ordinary young man.

The Night King's Palace has a strict hierarchy. Anyone who can gain the favor of the supreme Lord Whispering is definitely not an ordinary person.

The second seat did not explain any more. He looked around.

A hint of emotion finally appeared in those deep eyes: "Where's Lao Wu? Isn't he responsible for supporting the outside world?"

As soon as the words fell, a male voice with a hint of teasing and laziness came faintly from the shadows not far away.

It was as if he had always been there, but no one noticed.

"I was wondering who was talking about me behind my back, but it turns out it was you, my second brother, who's back."

As he spoke, a thin, pale young man walked out slowly.

He was wearing a gorgeous purple and gold robe, and was playing with a crystal clear jade dice between his fingers.

With a faint smile on his lips, he was the fifth seat in the Night King's Palace, the most cunning one.

He walked to the center of the field, but his eyes did not immediately look at the two people who had returned.

Instead, he glanced at Shen Qingzhu with interest, and then lazily raised his eyelids.

Looking towards the second and fourth seats,

An unpleasant glint flickered in those peach blossom eyes: "Looking at the way you two look, did the mission... fail?"

This question instantly brought the already tense atmosphere to a freezing point.

The fourth seat was already filled with anger due to his injuries and mission failure.

At this moment, the Fifth Seat hit the sore spot so bluntly.

His face suddenly turned livid and he shouted angrily, “Old Five, what do you mean!”

"It's not interesting."

The fifth seat spread his hands, his smile grew wider, but his tone became more sarcastic.

"I'm just curious. Second brother, you led the team yourself, and brought along the third brother who's best at frontal assaults. How did you end up in such a mess?"

"Oh, by the way, where's the third brother?" He looked around in puzzlement.

"Where did that big guy go? Did he get tired of you guys and come back first?"

"The third brother...sacrificed himself."

The second one spoke, his voice was low and hoarse, as if every word weighed a thousand pounds.

After these words were spoken, even the cynical Fifth Seat's smile froze for a moment.

The "seat" of the Night King's Palace is not an ordinary title. Each one is a top-notch warrior who has fought his way out of the sea of ​​blood and corpses.

There may be competition or even hostility between them.

But the fall of each one means a significant loss of organizational strength.

However, this stiffness was soon replaced by even stronger sarcasm.

The fifth seat uttered a harsh sneer, his eyes scanning back and forth between the second and fourth seats.

Full of disdain and contempt: "Sacrifice? What a nice word."

"To put it bluntly, aren't you two deserters, leaving Old Three there to die?"

"Second seat, I really overestimated you. I didn't expect you to be so weak!"

"You are looking for death!" The fourth seat was furious, and the violent aura on his body could no longer be suppressed and exploded.

Despite being seriously injured, his murderous intent became even more concentrated, like a dying beast, ready to tear everything in front of him into pieces.

The fifth seat was not afraid at all, the jade dice between his fingers stopped spinning,

Wisps of black energy that ordinary people cannot detect swirled around him, and deep in his peach blossom eyes,

The murderous intent was as sharp as a knife: "What? Are you angry because I hit the mark?"

"I want to see how much strength you, a defeated opponent, still have left!"

The situation is tense!

Terrifying energy fluctuations collided between the two of them, and there was even an overwhelming crackling sound in the air.

"enough!"

The second seat shouted coldly, like a basin of ice water poured on a volcano that was about to erupt.

He stared coldly at the Fifth Seat and said word by word, "Retreat. This is my order."

"If you disagree with my decision, you can appeal to Lord Yiyu once we return to the palace."

"Your order?" The fifth seat sneered, his momentum undiminished.

"I only obey the orders of Lord Whispering."

"I'm asking you, was it Lord Whispering who ordered you to retreat?"

"If not, then you are deserting your post and fleeing the battle!"

This is a decisive question.

In the Night King's Palace, Lord Whisper's orders are absolute iron rules and no one is allowed to disobey them.

For a moment, everyone's attention was focused on the second seat.

The fourth seat's breathing became heavy and his fists clenched so hard that they made a crackling sound.

If the second seat cannot give a reasonable explanation, the shameful stigma of "deserter" will be forever engraved on them.

In this suffocating silence, Shen Qingzhu, who had been standing still with his back bent, finally straightened up slowly.

He calmly met the scrutinizing gaze of the Fifth Seat.

He spoke in the same calm tone, "Master Fifth, Master Yiyu has indeed issued the order to retreat."

As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell silent.

The fourth seat breathed a sigh of relief, and his tense body collapsed instantly, as if all the strength in his body had been drained away.

A barely perceptible fluctuation flashed across the second seat's deep eyes.

The sarcasm on the fifth seat's face completely froze. He stared at Shen Qingzhu intently, as if trying to determine the truth of this sentence.

But he knew that no one would dare to convey orders in the name of Lord Yayu, especially in such circumstances.

The huge rock pressing on everyone's heart seemed to be quietly removed at this moment.

Even the air seemed to start flowing again.

However, before they could fully recover from this sudden turn of events,

Shen Qingzhu's next words were like an invisible hammer.

It hit everyone's heart hard, causing the atmosphere that had just eased to instantly fall into an abyss that was even more dead silent than before.

"Not only that,"

Shen Qingzhu's eyes swept over the three officials with different expressions in turn, and his voice was clear and calm.

"Lord Yiyu has also issued a new mission, which requires the three of you to carry out immediately."

New mission?

Having just withdrawn from a battlefield where they were almost dead, the third officer’s body is still warm, and the fourth officer is seriously injured, they now have to carry out a new mission?

The second, fourth and fifth seats are three arrogant and decisive big men.

For the first time, his face showed similar astonishment and confusion at the same time.

What kind of mission is more urgent than the previous assassination of the Minister of War of the Great Xia Dynasty?

Is it more important that Lord Whispering would give such an inhumane order?

Shen Qingzhu didn't keep the secret. He took a deep breath.

It seemed that even he himself felt an immense pressure from the name he said next.

He opened his mouth slowly and uttered the word that made the air in the entire place completely freeze.

It was a name, a goal.

When this name came out clearly from Shen Qingzhu's mouth,

Whether it is the calm and steady second seat or the violent fourth seat,

Or maybe it was the fifth seat that was so aggressive just now. The pupils of the three of them shrank to the extreme at the same time.

The air seemed to be completely sucked out at this moment, and a suffocating silence enveloped everyone.

On their faces, anger, sarcasm, unwillingness... all the emotions disappeared without a trace.

Instead, there was a mixture of absurdity, horror and disbelief... a blankness.

It was an expression as if they had heard an oracle, only to find that the god wanted them to kill another god.

The edge of the space rift twisted like a red-hot iron.

Three figures stepped out from it, bringing with them a suffocating and terrifying pressure.

They were dressed in black robes embroidered with blood-red cloud patterns, and were the second, fourth, and fifth top assassins among the "Blade Wielders".

"Newcomer, you spent such a huge price to open the void channel,"

"Calling the three of us here at the same time, there better be a reason why the sky is falling."

The second leader's voice was hoarse, as if sandpaper was rubbing against dry bones, and his eyes were like an eagle's, fixed on Shen Qingzhu who was standing beside him.

Shen Qingzhu stood in the shadows, her beautiful face pale but terrifyingly calm.

She raised her eyelids, her cold gaze sweeping across the three of them, and word by word, she uttered news that could shatter even a thousand-year-old iceberg:

"New mission - ambush and kill Master Chen."

Dead!

The air seemed to be completely sucked out at this moment, and even time seemed to have come to a standstill.

The three figures were as if struck by lightning, their bodies stiffening.

Even though they are top strong men who lick blood on the edge of a knife and regard life and death as normal,

At this moment, his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip, and his face was full of absurdity and disbelief!

"Are you crazy?!"

The fourth seat was the first to scream, the sound was sharp and piercing.

"Master Chen?! The Master Chen who single-handedly suppressed the demon race's sacred mountain for three hundred years and was hailed as the 'Guardian of the Human Race'?"

"We're going to ambush and kill him? You're asking us to die!"

"Yes, that's him."

Shen Qingzhu's voice was calm, as if he was describing a trivial matter.

"According to absolutely reliable intelligence, Master Chen was exhausted and his essence was damaged in the peak duel with the Demon King three days ago."

"At this moment, he is hiding deep in the Fallen God Valley, his life force as weak as a candle in the wind."

"This is our only and last chance."

"absurd!"

The fifth seat suddenly took a step forward, and the energy in his body surged, blowing the sand and stones on the ground into a frenzy.

"With such earth-shattering news, why didn't you consult Lord Yiyu first?"

"You said he was seriously injured, but who can prove it? What if this is a trap and the three of us die? Who will bear the responsibility?"

"That's too late."

Shen Qingzhu flatly refused.

"Please ask Lord Yiyu for instructions. The round trip will take at least half an hour."

"And even if a being of Master Chen's level is on the verge of death, his recovery speed is far beyond imagination."

"Half an hour is enough for him to recover from his injuries."

"The opportunity is here, it's gone in a flash!"

Her tone was firm and resolute, revealing an unquestionable determination.

The second seat stared at her intently, with a gleam of light flashing in his cloudy eyes.

As if to see through her soul: "Words are not enough."

"Do you dare to swear on your soul?"

This is the highest question.

Once a soul contract is signed, if there is even a single false word, the person who made the oath will have his soul shattered and will never be reborn.

Under the gaze of three pairs of sharp eyes, Shen Qingzhu did not hesitate at all.

She raised her slender right hand and lightly touched her brow with her fingertips.

A glimmer of light emerged, and a solemn and sacred voice resounded in this deadly space:

"I, Shen Qingzhu, swear by the essence of my soul,"

"The information about Master Chen being seriously injured and near death, hiding in Falling God Valley, is absolutely true."

"If you break this oath, you will be punished by heaven and earth, and your soul will return to nothingness!"

An invisible law wave spread out, and the contract was established!

Seeing this scene, the suspicion in the eyes of the three assassins finally melted away.

Instead, there is uncontrollable heat and greed like a volcanic eruption!

Master Chen!

That's a legendary figure!

Ambush and kill him?

What a crazy and glorious achievement!

Once you succeed, the rewards from the organization will be unimaginable!

According to legend, Master Chen always carried the Haoran Tianjing with him.

His sword that had slain the Demon King... any one of them would be enough to help them ascend to the sky in one step!

Risk and return have reached the ultimate balance at this moment!

"Let's do it!" There was a crazy light in the fourth seat's eyes, and his breathing became heavy.

"If we miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, we will regret it for the rest of our lives!" The fifth seat also nodded heavily, his fighting spirit soaring.

The second seat slowly exhaled a breath of foul air, his eyes filled with murderous intent: "In that case, what are you going to do?"

Shen Qingzhu took a step back.

He bowed slightly with humility and said, "The three seniors are so powerful and majestic. I, with my limited strength, dare not participate in such a shocking battle."

"I will just stand by and support the three seniors, watching and learning."

"After the seniors have accomplished their mission, I will be responsible for handling the subsequent matters."

After hearing this, the three of them completely let go of the last bit of their guard.

A newcomer who doesn't even dare to participate in frontal combat really doesn't pose a threat.

At this moment, all their minds were occupied by the supreme glory and rewards that were within their reach.

"very good."

The second seat snorted coldly and exchanged glances with the other two.

His figure instantly turned into three blurry ghost shadows, sneaking silently into the depths of Luoshen Valley.

Shen Qingzhu stood there, watching their disappearing backs.

The corners of his mouth slowly curled up in a strange arc that no one noticed, and he murmured softly:

"I wish the three seniors a triumphant return."

Before he finished speaking, an indescribable aura of destruction rose into the sky from the deepest part of Luoshen Valley without any warning!

That was not the faint afterglow of a dying person, but it was like a sleeping prehistoric beast, which at this moment... opened its eyes!

The next moment, a terrifying pressure that made the heaven and earth pale in comparison came crashing down!