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

An invisible, sharp aura swept across the world.

An even more intense impact than Nuwa's appearance in the world reverberated through this space in an instant.

"The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, activate—"

Four beams of light, like stars falling from the sky, descended to earth, shrouded in countless hues of sunset, carrying endless fierce winds as they rushed toward the distant shore.

Just as the three thousand sword shadows landed in front of Poseidon, he used the seawater imbued with divine power to block them. The sea curtain was like a surging wave, but it only held back half of the attack. Most of the invisible sword shadows pierced through the god's indestructible body, taking away the spots of blood.

"Um……"

Poseidon staggered back dozens of miles, quickly using his trident to support his body, while instinctively covering his mouth with one hand, a few drops of blood seeping through his fingers.

But this is not enough.

The sage's voice was heard even before he arrived.

"Zhu Xian Sword Formation..."

On the shore, Zhou Ping's eyes shone with a flawless light as he gazed at the sword light in mid-air that had not yet been blocked by Poseidon; he was completely mesmerized.

"Return——"

A spirited young voice followed.

The next moment, all the sword shadows that had not been stopped and were hovering beside Poseidon turned at the same time as the command was given—

Poseidon's pupils constricted, and he hurriedly tried to dive into the water, only to find that he seemed to be locked in place and unable to move an inch.

"No... Ahhhhhh—"

Before Poseidon could even utter a cry of terror, the excruciating pain of being pierced by a thousand swords caused him to scream in agony, unable to bear it any longer.

He struggled to his feet to escape, only to find in despair that the ocean, which should have bowed down to him and obeyed his every whim, now rejected his ideas.

When these sword energies, which pierced through the divine body, fell into the sea, they actually stirred up a hundred-meter-high wave, forming a water curtain that blocked the view from all directions.

"...cough cough..."

Poseidon looked up and finally realized something was wrong.

Four ancient swords with menacing auras had appeared in the four corners around him at some unknown time. Each sword was filled with overwhelming killing intent, and the chilling energy had materialized and was circulating on the sword.

The seawater, which had been propelled a hundred meters high by the sword energy, fell back into the sea, and Zhou Ping on the shore saw the scene inside again.

"What a sword!"

The young man's eyes shone brightly as he stared at the four floating swords with great enthusiasm, and he couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

The longsword in his hand had started to hum at some point.

That was not submission to the four divine swords, but rather a eagerness to fight to the death despite knowing the opponent was powerful.

"...Good taste."

A familiar voice rang out beside him. Zhou Ping realized that it was the voice that had summoned the sword formation earlier. He immediately turned his head and looked over, but was stunned.

Standing beside him was a young man in a blue robe, with a handsome face, who looked no more than twenty years old. His long hair was tied up with a jade crown, and he held a long sword with a blue hilt in his left hand.

At this moment, he calmly looked back at Zhou Ping, his tone slightly raised: "Your sword is not bad either..."

Within Nuwa's celestial canopy, the gods of Zixiao Palace also witnessed the entire process of this divine war.

Tongtian, in particular, almost couldn't help but shout out to the other Daoists when he saw the young man wielding a long sword and daring to offend the gods with his human body.

So the instant Nuwa spoke, Tongtian shoved Yuanshi away, who was trying to help, and dashed out of the boundary gate.

"Who are you! Who exactly are you?"

Poseidon saw that Tongtian's aura was the same as the aura on the surrounding swords, so how could he not know who had hurt him?

He gritted his teeth, trying to use his divine power to heal his wounds as quickly as possible, but he felt chaotic energy surging through his body beneath the wounds, constantly damaging his muscles.

"How dare you! The Greek gods will not let you get away with this!! Great Xia! How dare you defy the gods!!"

Tongtian raised an eyebrow, adopting the demeanor of a humble gentleman, and teased Zhou Ping with a smile:

"Look at him, stubborn as a mule. He's even more shameless than Nezha playing Texas Hold'em. He lost the game but refused to admit that he was not as good as the other players."

Zhou Ping had the expression of an "old man on the subway looking at his phone," unsure whether to nod or shake his head.

If he nods, wouldn't that mean he agrees with the statement about the other comparison object?

Wouldn't this be a bit...

Tongtian didn't expect any response, but he always liked people to chime in and wasn't offended, especially since this seemingly taciturn young man was a promising talent he had high hopes for.

Even the saint, who looked like a young boy, looked at the black-clad youth with a kind and amiable expression, as if he were looking at a healthy, thriving leek.

"...Don't you respect the Olympian gods?"

Poseidon felt a dull pain in his chest from anger.

He steadied himself, raised his trident, and swung it in the direction of Tongtian and Zhou Ping, unleashing a dark blue attack.

Tongtian glanced sideways at the attack, then sighed leisurely and said casually:

"Yes... they didn't take it seriously."

He raised his hand and flicked his finger as if to brush away dust, but in the next second, he flicked a stream of air from his fingertip, easily wiping away the attack that was rushing towards him.

"When I was born, I had never heard of the name Olympus, and you, a mere sea god, who clearly rules the seas, are not even as powerful as an old dragon from the primordial era."

Tongtian glanced at the trident, his tone disdainful.

"Still dragging around that tattered fishing spear all day long, are you so poor that you need to spear fish to feed yourself? You're a disgrace to a weapon like the trident. That kid from the Yang family uses a three-pointed double-edged sword that's dozens of times better than yours..."

In the end, Tongtian summarized it in one sentence:

"Don't embarrass yourself if you haven't mastered your skills. This child beside me, who hasn't even become a god yet, could cut you, this so-called god, down with a single sword strike. And you still dare to bark and howl in front of me?"

As expected of the most troublesome saint in the primordial world, Tongtian's words made even Zhou Ping, who was standing next to him, unable to help but curl the corners of his mouth.

That was a perfect insult, not a single swear word was used...

Zhou Ping looked at the Taoist in green beside him, his eyes peaceful yet filled with anticipation.

The young man moved his shoulders stiffly for a moment, then sheathed his sword, holding it up with one hand and pressing the other fist against it. Facing the gods of Great Xia, he respectfully bowed.

"Zhou Ping of the Great Xia Dynasty greets the Tongtian Sect Master."

Poseidon: Damn it! Who said they didn't believe in God? Who was it? Do you Chinese people always have such double standards?

Tongtian waved his hand: "Hey... don't mind those formalities."

He turned to look at the Greek god, whose face was flushed red and green with anger, and let out a somewhat arrogant laugh:

"What? Not convinced?"

The sage raised his sword-wielding hand slightly.

"Whoosh—"

A clear, upward screech, like a sword pointing towards the sea—

"Then I'll beat you until you submit."