Godslayer: Sharingan, wait until I awaken Susanoo to slay the gods!

Zhang Luochen looked at Shen Qingzhu and the Ninth Seat, who had reappeared in his field of vision on the other side, as well as the broken altar.

"Is the babbling babbler dead?" Baili Pangpang asked in confusion.

“It seems that’s indeed the case,” Lin Qiye said.

The group looked toward the third seat. At that moment, everything around them began to return to normal. The metal objects that had been floating in the air collapsed instantly, and the lost gravity returned to its original position.

The Third Seat's spiritual power was also rapidly dissipating. Because of the soul contract, Yiyu died, so the Third Seat's soul would also disappear, and therefore, he would also die.

"If I die, none of you will live!" the third seat roared angrily, while looking at the altar on the other side.

"Oh no!" Zhang Luochen shouted, his eyes turning towards the altar.

"Divine power!"

The space around the altar instantly began to distort. Zhang Luochen hadn't marked this distance, so his Flying Thunder God technique couldn't reach it at all. He could only temporarily absorb it into the Divine Might Space.

However, the next second, as if it knew what was about to happen, the altar suddenly began to shake, a powerful energy wave suddenly swept over, and the originally distorted space suddenly stopped.

"Ah!" Zhang Luochen covered his eyes. A strange force had suddenly swept over him, causing a backlash to his spirit. A tear of blood slid down his cheek.

"Luo Chen, what's wrong?" Lin Qiye helped Zhang Luo Chen up.

"Don't worry about me, we can't let him get near the altar!" Zhang Luochen shouted.

But at that moment, the third seat raised his hand and slammed it down, causing the gravity of the entire manor to reverse again, and this time it was twenty times stronger than before.

Everyone felt as if they were being pressed heavily to the ground by an invisible hand, unable to straighten up at all.

"Galan!" Lin Qiye shouted.

Garan, wielding the [Heavenly Palace], swiftly thrust it towards the direction of the third seat, and a golden beam of light instantly shot straight into the sky.

However, the third seat was incredibly fast. He had already reached the edge of the altar and crashed into it, falling to the ground beside it.

The third seat was dead, and the surrounding gravity returned to its previous state, but Lin Qiye and the others still looked solemn.

Zhang Luochen covered his eyes; his vision hadn't recovered yet. He felt like he was going blind from that blow, but thankfully he pulled back quickly.

"Is this the power of the gods?" Zhang Luochen wondered.

Just then, a terrifying black beam of light suddenly burst forth from the top of the altar and shot straight into the sky.

From the sky, Zhou Ping, who had arrived on his sword, frowned upon seeing the scene before him: "This is troublesome."

Within this black pillar of light, the phantom of a city gradually emerged, hanging upside down in the clouds like a mirror, solidifying at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"What exactly is that thing?" Shen Qingzhu asked.

"An altar, of course, is something used to summon the god of the underworld. Do you know Osiris?" the Ninth Seat asked.

"One of the nine Egyptian Ennead, the god of the underworld, Osiris?" Lin Qiye asked.

“That’s right, that’s what summoned him. The city hanging upside down above us is his… Netherworld.” The Ninth Seat explained.

"But why would this altar appear in Lin Tang?" Baili Pangpang asked, puzzled.

The Ninth Seat shared what he knew with everyone.

"These ancient god churches are truly despicable." After hearing this, Baili Pangpang couldn't help but curse.

Just then, the entire Lin Tang was plunged into darkness, without a single ray of light, and the temperature dropped sharply. In the center of that Netherworld, a withered figure wearing a pale coat and a gold belt around his waist emerged from a black pillar of light.

He resembled a newly resurrected corpse, holding a golden, curved staff that emitted an eerie glow.

A complete and powerful divine pressure suddenly descended!

“This is unlike when it was in Fengdu, when only Yama’s avatar descended. This time, it’s the true Egyptian god of the underworld in his prime,” Zhang Luochen said.

"Then what do we do? This is really not in the same league," Cao Yuan said.

"Is that the Sword Saint?" An Qingyu pointed to Zhou Ping, who was flying on his sword in another part of the sky.

"Sword Saint Senior, are you going to slay a god?" Lin Qiye asked.

Just then, a deep voice rang out: "I, the great ruler of the underworld, the god of the underworld Osiris who holds the power of death and immortality, have arrived here..."

God of Great Xia,

Where are you...?

A crisp sword sound echoed in the air, and a man wearing a black shirt and carrying a sword box stood in front of him in mid-air.

"You dare to challenge me, the Great Xia God?"

Zhang Luochen heard everything clearly, and seeing Zhou Ping standing in front of Osiris, he couldn't help but feel proud.

That was their teacher, and now, their teacher was about to slay a god!

The next moment, the [Dragon Elephant] sword was instantly drawn, its chilling aura pointing directly at Osiris's face.

In the Netherworld, two figures, one black and one white, moved at a dazzling speed, with Zhou Ping's sword energy constantly attacking Osiris.

Zhang Luochen's eyes had recovered, and looking at the two figures in the sky, he couldn't help but exclaim in surprise, "Are these our teachers?"

"Going head-on against the God of the Underworld, is the Sword Saint even human...?" Baili Pangpang muttered to himself.

With a single sword strike, Zhou Ping leveled the vast Ghost Realm to the ground, and Osiris's expression turned somewhat grave.

Osiris narrowed his pale eyes slightly, stretched out his palm, and grabbed at the modern world above his head.

The world turned gray and white again, and illusory figures emerged from the city, flowing backwards towards the Netherworld Death Realm hanging upside down in the sky.

But just then, a silver sphere appeared out of thin air in the sky.

Upon seeing the silver sphere, Zhang Luochen and Lin Qiye immediately understood what was happening, because the Great Emperor of Fengdu had arrived.

And he is the god of our Great Xia.

The Emperor of Fengdu's gaze fell on Osiris, a cold glint appearing in his eyes: "Since when did it become your place to apprehend the souls of my Great Xia?"

The next moment, the silver sphere began to rotate.

"Reincarnation."

At the same time, Zhou Ping also made a move instantly, his surging sword intent rushing straight towards Osiris's face, colliding with Osiris's divine power.

The clouds around them burst open instantly. Zhou Ping groaned and staggered back several steps, his right hand holding the sword trembling slightly.

Before Osiris could even feel happy upon seeing this, his body was suddenly covered in wounds.

Not far away, the Emperor of Fengdu also made a move, and that piece of Fengdu fragment returned to the Emperor of Fengdu's hands, while that Netherworld began to collapse at this moment.

A cold glint flashed, and Osiris's head was severed.

Osiris, one of the Ennead of Egypt, is dead!