Godslayer: After the Seraph rejected me, I ascended directly to the highest godhood.

Under the cover of night, a faint stench permeated the dimly lit alleyway, and the sound of cockroaches gnawing on their food could be heard.

The fifth seat, lying in the alley, slowly opened his eyes, sat up, and looked around the darkness with a puzzled expression.

"Huh? I didn't lose my memories because of the forgetting ability within the barrier? Where am I?"

Where are they?

He slowly stood up from the ground, frowned, and walked towards the alley entrance.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that he should still be in Cangnan.

stomping on...

But as they walked, the fifth seatman noticed something was wrong; there were two different kinds of footsteps.

He immediately stopped in his tracks. The footsteps coming from the alley entrance grew clearer and clearer, as if each step was pressing on his heart, creating a strong sense of oppression.

The fifth seatman's expression instantly turned serious. He reached out with his right hand and a three-foot-long sword appeared in his hand.

He gripped his sword tightly, his gaze fixed on the approaching black figure.

For some reason, I always felt that figure was unmatched.

"Who are you?" the fifth seat asked in a deep voice.

Jiang Ye slowly emerged from the darkness, the moonlight illuminating the boy's handsome face, and a playful smile was reflected in the eyes of the Fifth Seat.

"Hello, welcome to my kingdom!"

Upon hearing this, the Fifth Seat sensed the fluctuations in Jiang Yechuan's spiritual power and slowly lowered the three-foot-long sword in his hand.

A cold smile appeared on his lips. "We were just about to go looking for you, but you've actually delivered yourself to our doorstep."

"You seem to be not very smart."

Jiang Ye raised an eyebrow. "Don't look down on people like that. Be careful not to bite off more than you can chew."

The fifth seat chuckled, "Just because you're from Sichuan..."

"hiss!"

Before he could finish speaking, his two rows of teeth unexpectedly bit his tongue hard, and a metallic sweet taste filled his mouth.

The fifth seat was suddenly stunned. How did I bite my tongue just to say something?

He couldn't help but recall Jiang Ye's words from earlier, and a wave of doubt washed over him.

Does boasting really lead to a slip of the tongue?

"Pah!" The fifth seat spat out a mouthful of blood, his voice slightly slurred, "Boasting? You need to understand, I am at the peak of the Boundless Realm, while you... are just an ant from the Sichuan Realm. I didn't say anything boastful."

"I'm giving you two choices: either obediently come back with me and submit to Lord Yiyu, or I'll kill you on the spot!"

Jiang Ye smiled and shook his head, saying, "You don't seem to be able to tell who the kidnappers are, but with your skills..."

He sighed, "What a weakling."

"You should worry about the sword in your hand. People who wield weapons are more likely to slit their own throats."

???

When the fifth seat heard Jiang Ye's words, he almost burst out laughing.

Putting aside the fact that a person from Sichuan called a peak-level Wuliang a weakling, the fact that he killed himself shows that his brain is completely rotten.

I wonder if the followers I sent to kill Jiang Ye before were out of their minds, they couldn't even handle such an idiot.

"Since you put it that way, then I'll send you... to hell!"

The fifth seatman's spiritual energy surged, almost unleashing his full power.

He had heard that Jiang Ye, who had merged with the essence of the Grim Reaper, had the ability to kill beyond his own realm.

Therefore, he would not give Jiang Ye any chance to resist; he was determined to kill him with a single blow!

moment!

The terrifying spiritual energy fluctuations of the Boundless Realm reverberated through the space, and the longsword in the Fifth Seat's hand gleamed faintly, its blade seemingly even sharper.

He slowly raised his longsword, a smile curving his lips. "This sword is Sequence 160 [Gold Breaker]. The stronger the spiritual power infused into it, the sharper it will become, with no upper limit."

"Next, it will painlessly sever your head!"

hum!

The fifth seated man gripped his longsword, took a step forward, and with a strong mental fluctuation, swung his blade toward Jiang Ye's neck.

However, the latter showed no fear and didn't even move, just standing there and letting the fifth seat cut him down!

The fifth seat was taken aback, but his hands did not stop moving, and the sword hummed in the air.

Ok?

Just as the sword tip was 0.01 millimeters away from Jiang Ye's neck, the sword suddenly trembled and stopped moving forward.

The fifth seat was shocked!

"This……"

Before he could even utter a sound of surprise, the longsword, out of control, slashed back at lightning speed, instantly slicing across the Fifth Seat's neck.

Because the Fifth Seat infused [Breaking Gold] with a large amount of spiritual power, its sharpness was so great that there was no sound of it cutting through flesh.

Even the sword remains unstained by blood.

pat!

The fifth seat's longsword fell limply, and he looked at Jiang Ye with terrified eyes.

What? Did I really kill myself?

how can that be!

Pfft!

A line of blood appeared on his neck, arterial blood gushing out from within. His head slammed heavily to the ground, his eyes wide open, seemingly in disbelief.

Finally, his body collapsed as well.

Jiang Ye looked at the corpse on the ground, picked up the [Broken Gold] sword, and said, "Hey! You can't even win an argument with me, and you still want to fight me."

"That's really not smart at all!"

Jiang Ye glanced at the longsword, then casually tossed it into his Soul-Guarding Ring. After all, it was a gift from nature, and he shouldn't refuse it.

Boom!

Ok?

Suddenly, a huge explosion was heard not far away.

"They're fighting really hard over there!" Jiang Ye couldn't help but say.

However, he didn't want to care; in the Eternal God Realm, they were all immortal.

In addition, I also have things to do.

The undercover agent from the Shangxie Society and Shen Qingzhu have also arrived. If Shen Qingzhu could know in advance that the Ninth Seat is an undercover agent, she should be able to obtain more modification points!

Then, his figure disappeared into the dark alley.

The other side.

Lin Qiye was thrown dozens of meters by the massive explosion. His long sword was embedded in the ground and slid for a distance before coming to a stop.

He was about to spit out a mouthful of blood, but a strange feeling arose, and the internal injuries he had suffered were instantly healed.

Excitement gleamed in Lin Qiye's eyes; he was indeed unharmed.

He was shocked by the power of Jiang Ye's Divine Ruins, but he didn't know which god was the immortal god.

Even Jiang Ye, who was his divine representative, did not tell him.

"I thought you guys were really strong, but I didn't expect you to be so weak."

At that moment, amidst the flames of the explosion, the fourth seat slowly emerged, looking disdainfully at Lin Qiye, who was holding a knife.

That idiot in the fifth seat, with that kind of strength, he's still afraid? I really don't know if he's been kicked in the head by a donkey.

The fourth seat's eyes were unfocused, and a ball of flame appeared in his palm. "Boy, come back with me to see Lord Yiyu, or let me burn you to ashes?"

Lin Qiye slung his sword over his shoulder, and the thought that he was now invincible made him feel incredibly relaxed.

He looked at the fourth seat with a relaxed expression, extended his right hand, and hooked his index finger.

"Come here! Kill me! I'm so scared."

Ok?

The fourth seatman frowned instantly; this guy was asking for death.

"Hehe, this is the first time I've heard such a request. Well then... I'll grant your wish!"

With a wave of his hand, the fourth seatman instantly conjured a whirlwind of flames that enveloped Lin Qiye.

"Turn to ashes!"

The fourth seat holder confidently closed his eyes.

"Cough cough!"

A few seconds later, a cough was heard. The fourth seatman opened his eyes in confusion and was stunned.

Lin Qiye emerged from the fire tornado unharmed; his upper clothes were burned, but his skin remained undamaged.

Lin Qiye waved away the smoke from the burnt clothes, "Your flames are no good, the temperature is like when I'm soaking in a hot spring, are you even capable of this?!"

Fourth seat: "..."