Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

An Qingyu took a deep breath, suppressing the restlessness surging in his chest, and the confusion in his eyes was replaced by an almost crazy calmness.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes sweeping over Leng Xuan and Si Xiaonan beside him one by one, finally stopping at Singer, who had an impatient look on his face.

He spoke, his voice was not loud, but it was like a stone thrown into a stagnant pond.

Invisible ripples were instantly stirred: "The Peach Festival, the core secret hub of the Heavenly Court."

"Our current location is less than 500 meters away from the outer edge of Yaochi. This is both a crisis and an opportunity."

Singh sneered, crossed his strong arms across his chest, his eyes full of disdain: "Opportunity? Boy, are you scared silly?"

"Any of the patrolling celestial troops outside can crush us into dust."

"What opportunities are we talking about?"

An Qingyu ignored his ridicule and continued to speak to himself.

His tone was eerily calm. "The high-ranking officials of Heaven must be gathered in Yaochi right now, discussing strategies for dealing with us 'invaders'."

"If we can sneak into the edge of the venue and eavesdrop on even a little bit of the deployment,"

"They will be astonishing achievements that can change the entire situation of the war."

The word "merit" was like a precise probe that instantly pierced Singer's most sensitive nerve.

The sarcasm on his face froze, and his breathing stagnated slightly. In this cruel world,

Strength is important, but achievement is the only ladder to climb up.

He longed to be recognized and to escape from the current situation where he was ordered around.

An Qingyu's words undoubtedly painted a very tempting blueprint for him.

"Infiltrate? That's easy for you to say!"

Singer's Adam's apple rolled, and although his tone remained firm, there was a hint of intention in his voice.

"The guards there are so dense that not even a fly can get in!"

“That’s why we all need to cooperate.”

An Qingyu turned his gaze to Si Xiaonan, who had been silent the entire time, "Xiaonan, can your [Wuyuansha] do this?"

Si Xiaonan, who had been as quiet as a shadow, nodded.

Her eyes, which always showed a hint of timidity, now revealed a strange determination.

She stretched out her white hand, and on her palm,

A wisp of gauze-like air, lighter than moonlight and thinner than mist, slowly swirled and condensed.

"[Wuyuan Yarn] can block all our breath, sound, and even our presence, as long as there is no physical contact."

"Even if a Golden Immortal-level guard walked past us, they would just treat us as air."

Her voice was soft, yet filled with undeniable confidence.

Singh's eyes lit up completely.

He stared at the strange yarn, and the balance in his heart had completely tilted.

The risks are huge, but the rewards are even more unimaginable.

He seemed to have already seen himself returning with top-secret intelligence and being admired by thousands of people.

As for An Qingyu and the others... they were just stepping stones for me to achieve this credit.

"Okay! Done!"

Singer slapped his thigh, a determined smile appeared on his face, and he took the initiative to extend his hand.

"But let me be clear, this operation is led by me, and I'll take 70% of the credit!"

An Qingyu looked at his impatient face, and a barely perceptible arc appeared at the corner of his mouth.

She calmly extended her hand and shook his: "Okay."

A short-lived alliance with ulterior motives was quietly formed under the cold moonlight of Yaochi.

On the surface, it was for the common good, but secretly, murderous intent had already spread like a spider web.

Si Xiaonan waved his hand lightly, and the strand of [Wuyuan Yarn] instantly extended out, covering the four people like mercury pouring on the ground.

In an instant, their figures became illusory and transparent, as if blending into the surrounding night.

Singh felt an unprecedented wonderful experience.

He could clearly see the Heavenly Soldiers patrol nearby, their sharp eyes sweeping over their hiding place without them noticing.

A sense of control over the overall situation arises spontaneously.

He glanced at An Qingyu who was leading the way in front of him, and felt more and more proud.

Although this kid is a little clever, he is still too naive after all. He is willing to share such a magical thing.

Once the intelligence is eavesdropped, these three people will no longer have any value in existence.

Under the leadership of An Qingyu, the four of them passed through the defense lines like ghosts.

Gradually approaching the entrance of the Yaochi venue, which was brightly lit and filled with fairy music.

The guards here are even stricter, with a guard post every three steps and a sentry every five steps.

The golden-armored heavenly soldiers held long spears in their hands, their eyes were as sharp as lightning, and no movement could escape their eyes.

Just behind a rockery only thirty meters away from the entrance, An Qingyu stopped and made a "stop" gesture to everyone.

Singh was immersed in the joy of his impending success and asked impatiently with his mouth: "What's wrong?"

An Qingyu did not answer, his eyes were fixed on a captain of the Heavenly Soldiers on the left side of the entrance.

“That man seems to be the commander of this area. His prominent position and excellent vision make him the biggest obstacle to their infiltration route.

The next second, An Qingyu's fingers moved slightly.

No one could see his movements clearly, only a faint silver light that was almost negligible.

It flashed from his fingers like a swift firefly at night, silently cutting through the air and accurately shooting towards a stone sculpture on the other side in the distance.

"Ding!"

An extremely crisp sound of metal collision seemed particularly abrupt in the silent night.

Almost at the same time, the gazes of all the heavenly soldiers at the entrance were fixed on

Everyone's attention, including that of the captain, was drawn over!

opportunity!

Singh was overjoyed and was about to urge everyone to rush over.

But suddenly I felt an irresistible and terrifying force coming from my lower back!

It’s Leng Xuan!

His icy face, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, showed no expression at this moment.

An unreserved and fierce kick landed firmly on Singer's waist.

"Ugh!"

Singh didn't even have time to scream, and he was like a stone thrown out by a catapult.

He flew out of the shadow of the rockery involuntarily, rolled over in a panic, and fell right in the absolute center of the heavenly soldiers' field of vision!

At the same moment when his body left the shadow, Si Xiaonan's white fingers gently twisted,

The layer of [Unrelated Veil] covering Singh instantly disappeared without a trace.

As if by magic, a living person appeared out of thin air in front of all the heavenly soldiers.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

The severe pain of being kicked and the sudden change made Singer's mind go blank.

He subconsciously turned around and looked at his "companion" behind the rockery in horror.

What he saw were three extremely indifferent faces.

An Qingyu's eyes were as calm as the abyss, as if he was admiring a work that was about to be completed.

Leng Xuan slowly retracted his foot, his eyes as sharp as a knife.

And the timid Si Xiaonan was looking at him quietly at this moment.

There was no mercy in his eyes, only a cold frost.

There is no anger of betrayal, no roar of being sold out.

There was only endless coldness and fear left in Singer's heart.

He finally understood that from the beginning to the end, the so-called "eavesdropping secrets"

The so-called "astonishing achievements" were all lies tailor-made for him.

He is not a hunter.

He was the prey that was carefully lured into the trap.

"Enemy attack!"

The captain of the Heavenly Soldiers finally roared with shock and anger.

Dozens of sharp halberds reflected the cold light of death in the moonlight, all aimed at the bewildered intruder on the ground.

The real hunting has just begun.