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

Fengdu.

In the vast palace, the god on the throne slowly raised his head, his eyes, gleaming with an otherworldly light, seemed to pierce through time and space.

The view of the sky above Lintang City is unobstructed.

“Osiris, even Yama was so frightened that he returned the fragments of Fengdu. You still dare to come and die?”

"madness!"

When the Emperor of Fengdu saw Jiang Ye, he couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head.

For someone comparable to the Celestial Venerable at his peak, killing an Egyptian Ennead would be an easy task.

However, the appearance of Osiris indicates that Sun City has begun to test the waters of Great Xia.

There are still six months until the Heavenly Court Avenue is repaired, during which time the gods involved will be unable to intervene.

Those Outer Gods probably want to take advantage of the situation and seize the Great Xia.

The Emperor of Fengdu smiled, his eyes reflecting Jiang Ye's figure, and sighed, "No matter how many of you come, it probably won't be enough for him to kill."

He touched the armrest of the throne and pondered for a moment.

With Jiang Ye there, I could completely avoid going.

However, Osiris still possessed a fragment of Fengdu, which he had to retrieve.

"It seems I still have to make a trip."

The words fell.

With a flick of his imperial robe, the Emperor of Fengdu vanished from his throne in an instant.

Then, the palace gates slowly closed.

……

Lintang City, underground altar.

"Jiang Ye? A genius from the Great Xia Dynasty who has fused with the essence of the God of Death, you are now... in the Sea Realm?" Yi Yu chuckled.

I never imagined that one day a person from the Sea Realm would dare to face me alone.

However, he did not underestimate his opponent. He had heard that Jiang Ye, this genius, had the ability to kill enemies of higher levels.

However, for Hai Jing to want to surpass his own peak Klein level is simply too disrespectful of his realm.

Yiyu raised her hand and said contemptuously, "Welcome your nightmare."

Jiang Ye's expression remained calm, his eyes shifting slightly. "You still want to delve into the depths of my soul?"

Ok?

Upon hearing this, Yiyu raised her hand and paused, recalling the last time she entered Jiang Ye's soul and was annihilated by the Seraphim.

His face twitched, and he slowly lowered his hand, the power of nightmares gathering in his palm.

In an instant, the surrounding environment changed and became pitch black.

Jiang Ye glanced at it briefly. "This is your nightmare space? It's not very impressive."

Yiyu frowned slightly, but he couldn't see a trace of fear on Jiang Ye's face.

How could Haijing be so calm when facing Klein at his peak?

Does this kid have some amazing tricks up his sleeve?

Yiyu frowned and asked, "Why aren't you afraid?"

Jiang Ye smiled slightly, deathly aura swirling around his fingertips, and said calmly, "Do you know who you're facing?"

Yiyu's eyes narrowed, and just as she was about to speak, her pupils suddenly contracted, and her whole body began to tremble.

Before him stood Jiang Ye, surrounded by the laws of death, his eyes as black as ink, and the phantom of the God of Death behind him gradually growing larger.

A terrifying divine power followed, and he immediately bent over, feeling as if a small mountain was pressing down on his chest.

This...this is the pressure of a god, the complete pressure of a god, and even stronger than the pressure of Osiris, the god of the underworld!

His eyes were bloodshot, and his body was completely paralyzed. He struggled to raise his head and gritted his teeth as he spoke, "You are... a god..."

Buzz!

Jiang Ye lightly tapped his finger, and a wave rippled through the Nightmare Space.

Wherever the waves reached, space was obliterated inch by inch, and the delirious murmurs, in utter shock, turned into specks of light and vanished from the world.

The phantom of death behind Jiang Ye dissipated, and the nightmare space collapsed inch by inch, revealing the real world.

However, this was no longer an underground altar, but rather the outskirts of Lintang.

It seems that the original plan of the dream was to kill himself and then leave.

After all, once Osiris's Netherworld is triggered, Lintang City will become a dead city.

Jiang Ye shook his head regretfully. Ever since Yiyu learned that the soul contract had failed, her IQ has been rising rapidly!

Recalling the original work, Sabi, who was overly confident in his soul contract, has changed quite a bit.

Ding!

Ok?

In the distance, from the dark sky, came the sound of swords ringing out.

Jiang Ye looked up slightly; Zhou Ping was fighting Osiris.

The swordsman in the black shirt held a longsword engraved with the words "Dragon and Elephant," and his fierce sword aura soared into the sky.

That resolute figure, lonely yet powerful, held his sword and faced the gods directly!

Jiang Ye stared at the figure, slightly stunned.

He too had faced the gods like a mortal before, only he wasn't as dashing as Zhou Ping, and he lost his eyesight in the process...

He sighed and looked at the investigation system panel.

[Bound by: Zhou Ping]

Nascent Soul Transformation Progress: 88.2%/100%

Jiang Ye thought of Zhou Ping's past; perhaps all he had left was that local restaurant and martial arts novels.

This swordsman was too lonely.

Just like now, he faces Osiris alone, with no one by his side to help him!

Jiang Ye pondered for a moment, thinking that perhaps if someone helped him, his progress in the Nascent Soul stage could increase significantly.

Jiang Ye's first thought was 'Xiao Jin', but since they were both main gods, he figured Xiao Jin would be difficult to defeat.

As for the progress of Nascent Soul transformation, it cannot be increased.

It must be someone Zhou Ping knows well who goes.

That means it can only be...

Jiang Ye exhaled, and the sword energy beneath his feet condensed into a transparent giant sword, which then rose from the sky and headed towards the mirrored city in the air.

At this moment, in the Netherworld.

With a single sword strike, Zhou Ping leveled the vast ghostly domain before him.

Osiris's body flickered and he appeared high in the sky, a solemn expression appearing on his withered face.

The dense death aura surrounding Zhou Ping could not penetrate him in the slightest.

He stood there, a long sword by his side, his murderous aura soaring to the sky.

Osiris remained silent for a moment, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he raised his scepter, pointing it at the mirrored city.

In an instant, the world turned gray and white, and strange laws flowed around it.

"Human, I'm amazed that you've come this far."

“But that’s as far as it goes.”

The scepter in Osiris's hand emitted a faint gray-white light, and his pale face remained expressionless.

He brandished his scepter, creating streaks of gray-white light that flashed like shooting stars as they hurtled towards Zhou Ping.

Zhou Ping remained silent, then swung his longsword, its chilling aura striking the radiant meteor.

Boom!

The laws of the Underworld God and the terrifying sword energy collided, causing a surge of energy and a massive explosion.

The lingering power of the law caused Zhou Ping to involuntarily take a half-step back.

He clutched his chest, and the sword energy rose again to greet the remaining falling brilliant meteors.

Clang!

Just then, a series of transparent longswords flew in from afar, emitting a clear, ringing sound.

Zhou Ping was taken aback, only to see the long swords, flowing like a river, rushing towards Osiris's radiant light of law.

Boom boom boom…

The continuous explosions somehow blocked out...

Osiris looked over in surprise and saw a young man standing on a transparent longsword, his clothes fluttering in the wind. His eyes were resolute and deep, making him unfathomable.

The boy flew to Zhou Ping's side, a smile appearing on his lips.

"Sword Saint Senior, your student is here to help you."

Boom!

Zhou Ping trembled, his trembling eyes reflecting Jiang Ye's figure.

Help me? What a novel phrase.

Zhou Ping's lips unconsciously curled up into a smile.

[Nascent Soul Transformation Progress: 95%/100%]