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

In the mist.

Suddenly, the pale mist whipped up a pale blue gale, with a sky full of yellow sand on one side.

"Seth, are you sure you don't want to wait for Shu and Amon to be ready before making your move?" In the pale blue gale, Fengshen Xiu stared at the yellow sand filling the sky and reminded him.

But from within the yellow sand came a cold snort, "Look at you, so cowardly, scared out of your wits by a human."

"Shu and Ameng still need some time to prepare for the curse on the nation's fate. Let's intercept Fengdu first and have a look at that human you mentioned."

"I want to see just how strong a human can be!"

Upon hearing this, the Wind God smiled slightly, but did not stop him. It was time for those who had mocked him to experience what it felt like to be mocked.

"Seth, if you can't win, don't ask me for help."

The God of Yellow Sand, dressed in a yellow robe, emerged from the swirling yellow sand and smiled disdainfully, "No need for that. Just don't steal our kills."

Fengshen Xiu revealed a triumphant smile and continued to travel through the mist, propelled by the pale blue whirlwind.

The God of Yellow Sands, Sai, watched the departing whirlwind and sneered, "Once I kill that human, I will have more idols in the human realm than you tomorrow."

rustle!

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure transformed into a sky full of yellow sand, following the pale blue whirlwind ahead.

The white mist automatically parted upon contact between the two divine forces.

Soon after, Hugh, the god of wind, and Set, the god of yellow sand, saw half of the city shrouded in eerie light through the thick fog.

"The Law of Fengdu. It seems that after Emperor Fengdu obtained the fragments of Fengdu from Osiris, his strength has recovered considerably. However, Emperor Fengdu cannot leave the Great Xia."

Seth looked at the city slowly flying through the mist, his eyes shining brightly.

Fengshen Xiu watched the show from the sidelines without saying a word, quietly observing Seth's performance.

The God of Yellow Sands observed for a while, then glanced at Xiu, "Where is the human you mentioned? Our divine might has descended, why hasn't he appeared yet?"

The wind god smiled but remained silent.

Seth frowned slightly, sensing that Hugh seemed very confident.

But he didn't believe in the nonsense that humans could defeat gods.

Seth raised his hand, and the yellow sand from all directions gathered in his palm, forming a vortex of sand.

At the same time, a yellow aura of divine power emanated from his body, and terrifying divine might enveloped half of the city.

The city, carried by the Dragon Elephant Sword, seemed to have been paused, frozen in mid-air.

Seth raised his noble head and spoke with an air of authority.

"Humans, you have obstructed the execution of the Sun's decree. We have come here today to demand your punishment. Why do you not come before me, the God!"

The divine voice was exceptionally loud, piercing through the mist and striking the city suspended in the air.

Ding!

A crisp sword cry rang out, directly shattering the divine thought transmitted by the God of Yellow Sands and obliterating it in space.

The god of yellow sand, Set, frowned slightly.

The Wind God stood by, making no move, waiting for a good show.

Ding Ding!

Two more sword cries rang out, and white, crystalline sword energy stretched upwards from the city.

It forms a long bridge of sword energy, stretching straight to the sky.

A tall, blurry black figure slowly walked out from the long bridge of sword energy, gradually becoming clearer...

Zhou Ping, dressed in a black robe bearing the marks of time, had bloodshot eyes filled with murderous intent, and the sword energy surrounding him exuded a chilling aura of slaughter.

Seth felt the terrifying sword energy, and his brows furrowed even more.

Is this the power that humans should possess? This aura is in no way inferior to mine.

He stared at Zhou Ping and asked authoritatively, "Who exactly are you?"

Zhou Ping raised his head slightly and said calmly, "My name is Zhou Ping, the 'Ping' in 'ordinary'."

"You can call me the Great Xia Sword Saint."

Sword Saint!?

Seth narrowed his eyes, took a step forward, and unleashed the divine might of the supreme god. "Do you know that you are facing a god?"

Zhou Ping nodded calmly, extended his right hand, and with a crisp sound, the Dragon Elephant Sword from beneath Fengdu flew into his hand.

He said in a calm tone, yet with a murderous intent, "Great Xia Sword Saint, come to slay the god!"

Seth was taken aback at first, then a cold smile appeared on his lips, "Mere human, daring to dream of slaying a god... How arrogant!"

He took another step, and instantly the space was filled with yellow sand, which obscured the mist and shrouded the entire space in yellow sand.

Then, the fog and air began to turn into sand, becoming part of the vast expanse of yellow sand.

Feng Shenchao stepped back, still showing no intention of making a move.

Zhou Ping, amidst the yellow sand, showed no sign of retreat; the sword energy surrounding him prevented the surrounding sand from advancing even an inch.

Seth's gaze was immediately filled with surprise; his [Sand Transformation] technique was unable to turn this human into sand.

It's unbelievable that his sword energy could block my divine power!

“Seth, what you just said seems to be a bit out of touch with reality!” Fengshen Xiu said with a smile from the side.

The god of yellow sand, Set, looked at him and his face immediately turned red. He had come full of confidence, saying that he would defeat this human in one move.

result……

He raised his hand, clenching it slightly into a fist. "Let's see how long you can hold out!"

"Sand Soldiers, appear!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the yellow sand that filled the entire space stopped flowing instantly and began to converge in different directions.

Where the yellow sands converged, soldiers clad in yellow sand armor and wielding yellow sand swords emerged from the swirling vortex.

Gradually, the number reached an extremely exaggerated figure.

These desert soldiers, seemingly well-organized and in perfect unison, slowly approached Zhou Ping with synchronized steps.

Zhou Ping's face remained expressionless as he clutched his heart, which was beating increasingly violently.

Not even close!

What exactly is that little bit?!