Slaying God: I, the insane and witty god

God’s power is like the abyss, God’s grace is like the sea, and God’s wrath is like the sky falling.

Loki merely took a step forward.

There is no earth-shattering spell, no world-destroying artifact, just one step.

The ancient divine power that originated from the Asgard realm, a mixture of ice and fire, lies and deception, crashed down like an invisible wave.

The brilliant galaxy condensed by the Star Sword Formation was as fragile as a layer of window paper in front of this power.

Without even a scream, it shattered into pieces in the air, turning into stardust flying all over the sky.

The five maids felt as if struck by lightning, their bodies shook violently, blood spurted out of their mouths, and the magic swords in their hands fell to the ground with a clanging sound.

The blood drained from their faces instantly, and the fire of hope that had just ignited in their eyes died.

Completely extinguished by this absolute, unreasonable power, only endless horror and despair remained.

It felt like an ant that had just mustered up the courage to charge at a dragon, but was blown to death by the dragon's careless breath.

"Midgard's protective circle? It's nothing more than a child's building block game."

Loki smiled contemptuously, his eyes sweeping over the five maids lying on the ground, unable to even stand, as if he were looking at a few moths that overestimated their own abilities.

He walked slowly towards the Dan Palace, and every step seemed to be stepping on the beat of everyone's heartbeat. The shadow of despair enveloped the entire Yao Chi.

At this moment, the ancient bronze mirror in the center of the Dan Palace suddenly emitted a brilliant light without any warning.

The light was holy and majestic, carrying with it a majestic aura of eternal existence and motherhood.

The evil divine power emitted by Loki was instantly washed away and shattered into pieces.

The stagnant oppressive feeling in the air disappeared, replaced by a warm and irresistible vast pressure.

Loki paused and turned back suddenly. For the first time, a serious look appeared in his emerald green eyes.

In the clear light, a vague and graceful figure slowly walked out of the bronze mirror.

She was not completely solid, as if she was just an avatar projected across endless time and space.

But just this shadow caused the entire Yaochi fairyland to shake violently, and the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was like a school of frightened fish.

They gathered towards her madly, forming a frenzy of spiritual energy that was visible to the naked eye.

Queen Mother of the West!

Her face was shrouded in divine light, and could not be seen clearly, but her eyes,

But it is brighter than the sun, moon and stars in the sky combined. The majesty and vicissitudes contained in it are enough to move any god.

"God of the foreign land, this is not the place for you to act recklessly." The voice of the Queen Mother of the West sounded.

Without any emotion, it seemed like the voice of heaven, and every word hit Loki's soul heavily.

The scorn on Loki's face completely disappeared, replaced by the enthusiasm and excitement of meeting a worthy opponent.

The dark green divine power around him exploded, and an illusory clone holding a scepter also condensed in front of him.

"Finally, a decent opponent has arrived."

Before he finished speaking, two clones representing the will of the supreme gods of the East and the West had transformed into two streams of light and collided violently in the sky above Yaochi!

Boom——!

A loud bang seemed to tear the sky apart, and the terrifying energy shock wave spread in all directions in the form of ripples visible to the naked eye.

The fairy mountain of Yaochi shook violently, and tiles from the palaces and pavilions fell down.

Even the legendary sacred water of Yaochi, which had remained calm for thousands of years, was stirred up by huge waves.

Across the Kunlun Mountains, the weather changed drastically, and spiritual energy surged, as if the end of the world had come.

On the ground, Si Xiaonan looked up at the devastating scene in the sky, his heart almost jumping out of his throat.

Her little face was as pale as paper and her body was trembling slightly with fear.

However, in this extreme fear, the words that Loki left in her ear before he left, and that meaningful look, kept echoing in her mind like a spell.

"Little one, remember our agreement. When your most beloved master is too busy to care for others,

This is your only chance to prove your worth... Don't let me down."

That look was filled with temptation, threat, and a subtle hint of...expectation.

Si Xiaonan's breathing became rapid.

She looked at Loki, who was in the middle of a fierce battle with the Queen Mother of the West's clone in the sky and seemed unable to distract himself.

He looked at his fellow disciples around him who were either seriously injured or lying on the ground in terror, and a fierce struggle between his conscience and his desires began in his heart.

On one side is Yao Chi, who gave birth to her, raised her, and treated her like her own child, and is her master whom she reveres as a god;

On the other side, there was the evil god who gave her a promise she could not refuse and a threat she could not resist.

Betray, or... seize that slim chance?

The struggle only lasted for a few breaths.

Si Xiaonan bit his lower lip hard, and a hint of blood filled his mouth.

The panic and fear in her eyes gradually faded away, replaced by a determination that was almost crazy.

She stopped watching the battle of gods in the sky and turned around suddenly, heading towards the depths of the Dan Palace.

He walked quickly towards the place where the most core secrets of Yao Chi were stored.

Her steps were steady and her expression seemed calm, but her fingertips were trembling slightly.

Behind that determination, there was a hint of uneasiness that was difficult to conceal, which was controlled by invisible threads, which showed her inner restlessness at the moment.

"Xiao Nan...where are you going?" A weak voice came from the side.

It was the maid in the yellow dress who was the most seriously injured by Loki's might.

At this moment, he was holding on to his body, covering his chest with one hand and holding the pillar with the other, and stood up with difficulty.

She looked at Si Xiaonan's resolute back, her eyes full of disbelief and deep confusion.

Si Xiaonan didn't stop, but responded coldly: "Senior Sister, you are seriously injured, rest well."

"The Dan Palace is a forbidden area. No one is allowed to enter without the Master's order! What...what do you want to do?!"

The maid in yellow skirt was anxious and angry. Regardless of her injuries, she staggered forward and grabbed Si Xiaonan's arm, "You can't go over there!"

Si Xiaonan stopped and slowly turned around.

Her eyes were cold, so cold that the maid in yellow skirt's heart trembled. It was a kind of strangeness and alienation that she had never seen in the eyes of her junior sister.

"Let go." Si Xiaonan's voice was cold.

"I won't let go! Unless you tell me what you are going to do! Are you..."

Before the maid in the yellow dress could finish her words, she felt a numbness in her wrist and a clever and tricky force came from it.

She felt dizzy and the sword in her hand had unexpectedly fallen into Si Xiaonan's hands without her knowing.

Before she could react, Si Xiaonan had already turned the hilt of the sword and gently touched her neck with the end of the scabbard.

His movements were clean and neat, and he was so cold that he didn't seem like a fledgling Yao Chi disciple.

The maid in yellow skirt's eyes went dark, she groaned, and collapsed to the ground, completely losing consciousness.

Si Xiaonan looked down at her unconscious senior sister, threw down the sword in her hand, and without any hesitation, quickly walked into the deepest part of the Dan Palace.

There was no one here, only a huge alchemy pot about half a person's height, quietly suspended in the air.

The entire Danhu is black and white, as if Tai Chi is flowing, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.

At the mouth of the pot, a faint green flame was burning quietly. The flame had no temperature at all, but it seemed to be able to burn the soul.

This is one of the most precious treasures of Yao Chi, the Yin-Yang Creation Pot.

Si Xiaonan took a deep breath, as if he had used up all his strength, slowly raised his hand and reached towards the floating alchemy pot.

Her fingertips were getting closer and closer to the black and white pot.

The faint green flame reflected in her pupils, swaying unsteadily.

In her eyes, there was a desire for unknown power, but also a hint of hesitation and fear of touching taboos.

Success or failure seems to be decided in this instant.

Just as her fingertips were about to touch the cold shell of the alchemy pot—

"despair."

A crisp sound of footsteps, not belonging to anyone in the hall, came clearly from the hall door behind him.

The air seemed to suddenly freeze at this moment.

Si Xiaonan's movements froze, and the blood in his body seemed to freeze in an instant.

She turned around suddenly and saw a figure standing in the light and shadow of the palace gate.

The man was wearing a large red cloak, which cast his figure and face into shadow.

Only the ancient long sword slung across his back reflected a cold light under the light coming in from outside the hall.

The pair of eyes locked on Si Xiaonan were as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

Yet it is bottomless, as if it has already seen through everything above the Yaochi and inside the Dan Palace.