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

Somewhere in the fog.

A giant somersault cloud weaved through the pale mist, upon which stood seven people, each with a different appearance.

Ding!

A sudden sword cry from afar made the seven people stand up instantly and look in the direction from which the sword cry came.

Amidst the thick fog, a beam of light pierced through it, appearing and disappearing before their eyes.

"What is that?" Baili Pangpang stared wide-eyed at the faint light.

The others also looked into the distance with surprise.

That beam of light could actually penetrate the mist, which not only corrodes the human body but also blocks the transmission of all energy.

hum!

Suddenly, the chopstick on Lin Qiye's chest trembled, and its surface shimmered with a white light.

Lin Qiye was startled and quickly took out the chopsticks, but before he could check them, the wooden chopsticks flew towards the white beam of light with a 'whoosh'.

"That's the Sword Saint!"

Everyone saw the swordsman send the chopstick flying, and they were secretly delighted.

The presence of sword energy clinging to the chopsticks indicates that the Sword Saint is still alive, and they still have a chance to save him.

"Seven Nights, let's catch up quickly. Senior Sword Saint must be fighting with the Egyptian gods, otherwise there wouldn't be such a strong energy fluctuation."

An Qingyu pushed up her glasses and said.

Lin Qiye nodded emphatically, raised his hand, and manipulated the Somersault Cloud to accelerate and catch up with the direction the chopsticks flew.

……

A fog hangs over half the city.

Zhou Ping, wielding a long sword, flew out of the city enveloped by the laws of Fengdu.

Not far away, four streams of divine power arrived one after another, hovering in mid-air, their four gazes fixed on Zhou Ping with solemn expressions.

The God of Air frowned deeply; there was no doubt about the aura of law emanating from Zhou Ping.

This human... he became a god!

"Amon, proceed according to plan!" Shu glanced sideways at the man holding the cursed scepter.

The latter nodded, took a step, and disappeared among the three, flying towards the other side of Fengdu.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Ping frowned and was about to draw his sword to stop them when an invisible wall suddenly appeared around them.

Ok?

This is... an invisible wall?

Zhou Ping's gaze fell on Shu, the God of Air, who raised his right hand, which was covered with a faint light.

"Human, you have surprised me greatly. Not only have you reached the realm of gods, but you have also created your own laws."

Shu took two steps forward, his eyes flashing with murderous intent. "So, this is where you'll die today."

Without saying a word, Zhou Ping, holding a long sword, walked towards the three Nine Pillar Gods, stepping through the air.

With each step he took, astonishing and terrifying sword energy swept around, rendering the air wall set up by the God of Air as useless.

Shu's eyes narrowed slightly. The power of law, radiating a murderous aura, was like an incomparably sharp sword, invincible in its path.

"Seth, Hugh, go all out. I believe you already have some understanding of this human."

Fengshen Xiu and Seth stared at Zhou Ping as he approached, then nodded without hesitation.

Having experienced fighting against Zhou Ping, how could they possibly hold back now?

In an instant, a sky full of yellow sand and a raging hurricane swept through the fog, and an oppressive divine power descended.

The God of Air, Shu, also moved, and a pure white divine light emerged from the surface of his divine power.

In an instant, all the matter that filled the space seemed to come alive in his eyes.

And he is the master of all these things, and they obey his commands.

“An air prison,” Shu said slowly.

As soon as he finished speaking, a small space resembling a prison immediately formed around Zhou Ping, with pure white air condensing into a barrier that was incredibly hard!

Hugh and Seth behind him were not idle either; a fierce wind mixed with yellow sand poured towards Zhou Ping.

Zhou Ping's expression remained calm, but his eyes reflected the divine, dazzling attack.

He neither dodged nor evaded; the Dragon Elephant Sword in his hand was slowly covered with a layer of white, shimmering light, dazzling and powerful in the dim mist.

Ding! ! !

The tattered black robe fluttered in the wind. Before Zhou Ping could even swing his long sword, the terrifying and sharp sword energy crushed the air prison, turning it back into thin air.

call!

The sound of wind rushed to his ears, and two divine powers pressed down. Just then, Zhou Ping swung his longsword.

A blinding sword light ripped through the dim, misty world. The sword's cry contained immense pressure, causing cracks to appear in the space of the misty world.

That sword light was like a rising sun, dazzling and awe-inspiring...

boom--

The sword's edge collided with the howling sandstorm, and the three divine forces fiercely clashed in space, emitting layers of explosions, with terrifying waves of divine power spreading in all directions.

The God of Air, Shu, looked on with a hint of surprise. He saw that the combined attack of Hugh and Seth, which emitted a bluish-yellow world-destroying sandstorm, was actually blocked by that white sword light.

And it seems they're not at a disadvantage.

What kind of law is this? Its power of destruction is so strong!

Pfft!

Just then, the sound of flesh bursting open reached Shu's ears.

He couldn't help but look over, and saw that the large patch of flesh on the shoulder of the human holding the long sword turned into a blood mist, then into wisps of white lines, fading into the space.

Shu was overjoyed to see this; indeed, the human body could not withstand the power of the laws.

"Hugh, Set, let's keep attacking. His body can't withstand a few more attacks of the power of the laws."

The God of Air, Shu, spun his hands around his body, and the surrounding air seemed to respond to his call, condensing around him to form transparent cones.

With a wave of his hand, countless sharp cones shot towards Zhou Ping.

Upon hearing Shu's words, Hugh and Seth immediately launched a full-scale attack.

The gale in space transformed into countless wind blades, slicing through the air and making a whooshing sound.

The yellow sand, propelled by the wind, transformed into sand soldiers, raising their sand swords and charging forward.

"Haha, even if we can't kill you, in a few minutes your body will be crushed by the power of the law."

"Humans are, after all, just humans. Without the bodies of gods, no matter how strong they are, they are only a flash in the pan."

Seth laughed loudly, seemingly venting his frustration from last time.

Zhou Ping looked down at his broken shoulder, where the part that had turned into white silk had left a gap.

He glanced at the city below again, and his eyes instantly hardened.

He said he would take them home...

Zhou Ping held the longsword horizontally in front of his chest, his palm tracing the blade, and in an instant, sword intent surged forth like a tide.

The countless air cones, wind blades, and sand soldiers were all defeated and vanished under this sword intent.

Puff puff...

As Zhou Ping mobilized a large amount of the power of the laws, his body continuously burst forth with blood mist, which then transformed into wisps of white silk and merged into the Great Dao.

Upon seeing this, the three Pillar Gods' expressions changed drastically.

"He's going to fight to the death!" Shu said solemnly, his heart pounding as he sensed the terrifying sword intent.

This was the first time he had ever felt such unease in the presence of a human being.

Fengshen Xiu and Seth also had solemn expressions; their attacks had all been rendered ineffective by that chilling sword intent.

"If we join forces to block this sword, this is the only sword he can use." Shu's voice reached Hugh and Seth's ears.

The three Nine Pillar Gods looked at each other and nodded, unleashing three bursts of divine power that pressed down on Zhou Ping, who was enveloped in sword intent.

Puff puff...

Under the oppressive power of the three gods, Zhou Ping's body collapsed at an accelerated rate. Thick blood mist burst from his chest, turning into white threads, and several bloody holes appeared in his chest.

Cough!

Zhou Ping coughed twice; his body was on the verge of collapse.

Even at his peak, he could only manage a back-and-forth fight against the three Nine Pillar Gods, but now, with his body in collapse, he can only unleash one more sword strike!

But what happens after this sword strike?

We might be able to kill one of the Nine Pillar Gods, but what about the other two?

What will happen to the residents of this city?

Zhou Ping hesitated, a look of bewilderment appearing on his face.

Now, only he can protect this city...

No one could help him; he was all alone...

"Cough cough..." Zhou Ping coughed up blood mist, his body had reached its limit.

Once he unleashes this sword strike, his body will completely collapse.

dying?

Zhou Ping lowered his eyes, looking very regretful. "I haven't gone back to check those students' homework yet, and I don't even know if they've called yet..."

In his final moments, his mind was filled with images of the past few months of teaching.

Jiang Ye, Lin Qiye, Baili Pangpang, An Qingyu, Cao Yuan, Jialan...

I really want to see them one last time...

Zhou Ping brandished his longsword, its dazzling light flashing across the sky.

And just as he swung his sword, a sentence echoed in his ears.

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

Whoosh!

In the distance, a chopstick imbued with sword intent flew at lightning speed and hovered in front of Zhou Ping.

Zhou Ping was slightly taken aback, and his sword-wielding motion faltered.

"Sword Saint Senior! We've come to save you."

A voice, a blend of various timbres, came from afar, familiar and warm.