Slayer of Gods: I lied; I became the agent of the Nine Gods.

At that moment, Nezha had just been struck by a bolt of lightning, and when he looked up, all he saw was murderous intent.

In the sky directly in front of him, a shirtless man dressed in dark yellow exotic clothing was floating in the air.

The man exuded an astonishing aura, and faint lightning crackled from the dark clouds directly above his head.

The man raised his hand, and two thick bolts of lightning transformed into halberds several meters long, which he forcefully flung out towards Nezha, who was hovering low below.

"Children can become gods? Does that mean the Great Xia Dynasty has no gods?"

Indra looked at the petite Nezha, his tone becoming increasingly contemptuous.

He had absolutely no idea that the halberd he threw could be blocked by this child-like god.

But then, in a dramatic turn of events, something truly eye-opening happened.

The young god didn't even raise his hand. Faint light and shadow appeared on his back. In the blink of an eye, his three-headed, six-armed body was revealed. Two of his arms easily grasped the object, as if he had intercepted two ordinary sticks.

"You think you can compete with me with that lousy spear and halberd you're wielding?"

Nezha coldly threw away the lightning in his hand, which was then engulfed by the Samadhi True Fire the moment it fell.

Indra was somewhat surprised to see that this strange flame could devour his lightning.

"You're not even as good as the second son of the Yang family. When I was pulling out the tendons of that dragon prince, who were you anyway?"

To borrow a phrase from Lu Yu—"You think you're... awesome?"

Nezha grinned, suddenly realizing that the word Lu Yu had taught him was quite fitting.

Chen Muyi silently looked at the guy who was whistling and looking at the sky: Is this how you teach Nezha to speak?

Feeling awkward from being stared at, Lu Yu clapped his hands at Chen Muye: "Captain! I just remembered you still had Shiva's Wrath locked up? Want me to use it?"

Ah, it's Shiva's Wrath...

Chen Muyi nodded, then suddenly widened his eyes: "...That's something you can just ask for and use whenever you want?"

Lu Yu chuckled, "Even if you don't believe me, Captain, you should at least believe in the gods around you, right?"

Chen Muyi glanced at the light and shadow around him, which had not yet fully materialized, and felt somewhat helpless.

In fact, he believed more in the girl who had brought him countless surprises than in the gods he had never seen.

"Once that thing is released, it will take effect immediately..."

Lu Yu nodded: "I know, I have a way to temporarily suppress it."

Now that she's a dual-god realm cultivator, she shouldn't be so weak that she needs the help of gods to suppress her.

"Captain, you can leave him to me first. Once the power of [Black Impermanence] is unsealed, it will definitely be enough to deal with the remaining giants..."

"As for...those two big guys over there..."

She looked up at the commotion on the rooftop not far away; the enormous bodies of the wolf and the squid were already quite conspicuous.

"Nezha loves hunting seafood, he'll take care of it!"

Chen Muyi was unsure whether to complain about why Nezha liked to fight seafood, or to complain about Indra, who needed to be dealt with first.

"rest assured!"

Seeing his captain's worry, Lu Yu smiled nonchalantly: "Look, the helpers have arrived."

She looked at the three-pointed, double-edged sword falling straight down from mid-air like a meteor, and her smile grew wider and wider:

"I just don't know... whether Indra can withstand the full-force attack of a quasi-Great Luo Golden Immortal."

.........

Seeing that no matter how he attacked, the lightning bolts struck Nezha as if they had sunk into the sea without making a sound, Indra became furious and unleashed thousands of lightning bolts downwards.

Lightning whipped up smoke and dust, obscuring the view below for a moment.

"...This thunderous roar..."

As they approached the opposite bank of the river, the scholar in the carriage held his breath almost as soon as the lightning struck.

"Master? What's wrong? What thunder?"

Lin Qiye had drunk countless cups of tea and was getting restless.

He was not a tea connoisseur to begin with, and the only reason he was patiently sitting here drinking tea was because the person in front of him was the Master of the Great Xia Dynasty. But that doesn’t mean that people don’t have to go to the toilet!

He really didn't want to drink anymore...

"It's nothing, it's nothing..."

The Master glanced at the cloud of smoke and dust, and a smile appeared on his face.

"They have all gone to fight the enemy. How can the people of Great Xia continue to sit idly by?"

He stood up, intending to leave this mental landscape he had created, only to find that Lin Qiye was also planning to leave with him.

"You shouldn't go out..." The teacher was about to stop him when he saw Lin Qiye shake his head:

"I know you mean well, Master, but something must have happened outside, right?"

His expression was resolute, an unwavering determination:

“My friends, my family, my teammates are all out there. How can I just sit here doing nothing? I should at least fight alongside them, stand before millions of people. That’s the original intention of becoming a Night’s Watchman…”

The master sighed, but ultimately respected his decision, only reminding Lin Qiye as he left:

"No matter what, you must not leave Cangnan territory!"

"it is good!"

……

Seeing that there was no movement below, Indra realized that the young god had simply vanished, and for a moment he was somewhat disappointed.

"The gods of the Great Xia Dynasty are so weak..."

The spear that suddenly appeared from the sky just grazed past his eyes and plunged straight into the ground.

The deeply sunken ground and the imposing aura emanating from the seemingly unscathed spear served as a simultaneous warning to Indra—

This is dangerous!

"Weak? Nezha was just thrown into the Zhuxian Formation by his master a few days ago and hasn't recovered yet."

"With your strength, which hasn't even reached the Great Luo Golden Immortal level, you think you can kill him?"

The clear voice rang out behind Indra. Although it lacked the arrogance of Nezha, it still sent chills down Indra's spine.

As he turned, he picked up a spear made of lightning and held it in front of his chest: "And who are you?"

The young man before me was dressed in military attire, clad in golden armor. The cuffs seemed to have been altered, and the silver armor was tightly bound to his wrists. His hair was tied up high with a silver crown inlaid with jade beads, leaving only the long hair at his temples hanging down to his chest. The eyes on the beast heads carved on his shoulder armor gleamed coldly.

The young man had a handsome and refined appearance, with a single, closed divine eye on his forehead, surrounded by golden divine runes.

At this moment, he was coldly looking at the Hindu god in front of him with a pair of phoenix eyes that overflowed with golden light. Although there was no emotion in his eyes, it made Indra angry from the bottom of his heart.

"You don't respect me at all?"

Yang Jian waved his hand, and the three-pointed double-edged sword returned to his hand. The armor on his body made a slight rustling sound with the movement. He seemed a little puzzled: "Why should I care about dead people?"

After he finished speaking, he ignored the god who was on the verge of going berserk, and instead looked down at the Celestial Hound standing on the clouds at his feet, handing the black dog a letter:

"Go find him, Xiaotian. Only you can recognize me now."

After giving his instructions, he stood upright between heaven and earth, looking at the undercurrents surging beneath the calm surface of the distant sky.

Not far from him, Master Chen, who had already arrived at the battlefield, stopped the underworld hounds that were rushing towards the ground.

The wind howled in the sky, and the entire Third Special Squad, clad in golden cloaks, finally broke through the barriers and entered Cangnan.

And that...

Yang Jian's third eye had opened halfway at some point, and he watched as the boy on the ground, who was using an unknown magic, stood with the Master to withstand the aftershocks of the enemy's attack.

What appeared to be a normal scene to others was, in Yang Jian's mind, a constant reminder of this person's unusual nature.

Those golden threads connected this land and sky, and it seemed that if even one of them were cut, the sky over this region called Cangnan would collapse.

A sudden dampness filled the air, and this unpleasant smell instantly gave him directions.

"Fellow Daoist Lu Yu, protect your friend, that young man, and make sure nothing happens to him before the Empress arrives."

Yang Jian transmitted his voice to Lu Yu's ear by cutting the thread, then raised his three-pointed double-edged sword and struck back at Indra, who was wielding lightning and stabbing at him.

At this moment, the anger in the heart of Qingyuan Miaodao Zhenjun, who was about to descend the mountain and had not yet witnessed the Investiture of the Gods, finally erupted amidst wave after wave of invasions from external gods and the myriad scenes beyond the layers of mist:

"Outside of the Great Xia Dynasty, even such a weak person can attain enlightenment and become a god?"

His third eye on his forehead slightly opened, and the long sword in his hand gleamed coldly: "Foreign gods dare to use the flesh and blood of humans as sacrifices to prolong their lives in this world?"

Abandon humanity

Abandon the land

Abandoning faith...

As he spoke, the long sword was drawn and had already reached Thor's eyes.

"With such actions, do you think you can withstand a single blow from me, Yang Jian?"