Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

From the bottomless black vortex of the Eye of the Earth, a slender figure slowly walked out.

The leather boots made a crisp and harsh sound when they stepped on the white marble tiles.

Andre looked around, his eyes sweeping over the majestic and solemn gods of Daxia.

Finally, an extremely cold sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"What a grand event, the Peach Festival?"

"Oh, I thought it was something extraordinary."

His Chinese with a strong foreign accent seemed out of place in the fairyland filled with music.

It was like a drop of ink dropped into clear water, instantly polluting all the peaceful atmosphere.

His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard throughout the venue.

"What a pity, it's just a mirage."

Andre stretched out his hand, as if to touch the ethereal aura in front of him, but his fingers passed through without any hindrance.

"Is this the only kind of fake trick you guys in Da Xia can pull?"

As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

Yang Jian, who was sitting at the head of the table, had a golden light flashing in his eye between his eyebrows. The divine power that was enough to penetrate the heavens and the earth had just condensed.

But it quickly dimmed like a popped balloon.

His fingers gripping the three-pointed, double-edged sword turned white from the force he exerted, but he couldn't extend the blade even a fraction.

Nezha beside him was furious, his small body suddenly stood up,

The flaming spear in his hand was pointed directly at Andre, the flames on the tip of the spear blazing.

But the scorching temperature was locked firmly within the shadow, and not even a trace of it could be transmitted to the real world.

They can see, hear, and get angry, but they can't do anything.

This feeling of powerlessness caused the faces of the two war gods to twist slightly with anger.

The divine power around him was stagnant, as if trapped by invisible shackles, anxious and violent.

In the corner, Lin Qiye's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip the moment Andre finished speaking.

"Oh no!" He growled subconsciously, and his back was instantly soaked with cold sweat.

"Kunlun Mirror...I see."

Wu Hen beside him spoke in a low voice, but was extremely calm. He stared at Andre, with a terrifying glint in his eyes.

"This is not a summon, it's a photo."

"Using the Kunlun Mirror to travel back in time, we projected the scenes of the Peach Festival during its heyday into the present."

Lin Qiye's heart sank suddenly, and a chill rushed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

"Take a picture? You mean..."

"What this means is that our Great Xia doesn't have any gods guarding it now!"

Wu Hen spoke each word with an extremely low voice, but it hit Lin Qiye's heart like a heavy hammer.

"This is the Empty City Ruse! A strategic deception designed to intimidate the villains and buy us time!"

"And now, this biggest trump card has been seen through by him!"

Lin Qiye felt dizzy.

He finally understood why the divine power he had felt before was so vast yet a little unreal.

It turns out it was all fake!

It was a shocking hoax set up to cover up the truth that the Great Xia Divine Realm was extremely empty.

This plan should have been perfect, enough to scare away all coveters and buy Daxia a precious breathing space for recovery.

But now, Andre, the person who should least appear, walked out of the Eye of the Earth.

At this moment, the entire strategic layout is on the verge of collapse.

Looking at the angry yet helpless appearance of the gods' phantoms, the smile on Andre's face became more arrogant.

The desire for revenge that he had suppressed for too long erupted like a volcano, making him exude a morbid excitement.

He walked step by step to the center of the venue, opened his arms, closed his eyes,

He took a deep breath, as if savoring the fragrance of fear and despair.

"See? These are the gods you are so proud of!"

He suddenly opened his eyes, and glanced at Yang Jian, Nezha, and those legendary faces with contempt.

"A bunch of shadows who can't even move a finger! Trash!"

He laughed wildly, and his laughter echoed over the Yaochi Lake, full of provocation and disdain.

“Today, I, Andre, am standing right here!”

He stretched out his finger and arrogantly pointed at the shadows of the gods one by one.

"Even if all the gods of Great Xia gather together, what can they do to me?!"

"Hahahahahaha!"

Amidst the wild laughter, the ground beneath Andre's feet suddenly trembled slightly.

hum-

It was a low resonance, as if coming from the depths of the earth, and as if coming from the sky above.

Andre's laughter stopped abruptly, and the arrogant expression on his face froze instantly. He lowered his head in confusion and looked at his feet.

The entire venue fell into an eerie silence at that moment.