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

Somewhere in the fog.

Suddenly, a holy light flashed, purifying the pale, corrosive mist, turning it into white smoke that dissipated into the space.

As the pale mist dissipated, the holy light gradually became dazzling, and the figure with six wings slowly emerged.

laugh!

A metallic scraping sound rang out.

Jiang Ye raised his eyes slightly, and in front of him was a birdman with six wings, holding a holy sword.

Peak of the Main God Realm?

Jiang Ye shook his head slightly.

"Why are you shaking your head? Do you know that your death is imminent?" Seeing Jiang Ye shake his head, Michael stepped out of the holy light, his holy sword radiating brilliant holy light.

Jiang Ye remained silent. "You've been searching for me in the mist for so long, it must have been hard for you."

From the moment he entered the mist, he sensed the divine power of Michael spreading within it.

Michael narrowed his eyes, staring at Jiang Ye's calm and composed demeanor.

He remained so calm upon seeing me, the god.

Pretending!

The holy sword in His hand released countless rays of holy light, instantly filling the entire space with holy light and causing visibility to drop rapidly.

"Your growth has surprised me greatly, and I am even very curious about how you survived the Cangnan Calamity."

"How did he gradually become a god? It's all too bizarre and strange."

Michael's Holy Sword spun slightly as he walked, saying, "But after today, none of this matters anymore."

"The crimes you committed more than a decade ago, and the two times you insulted this God."

"Today, in the name of the Holy Sword, I, the God, will judge your death!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ye, enveloped in holy light, smiled faintly.

"You talk too much!"

As he finished speaking, Jiang Ye slowly gathered divine power in his palm, and his aura gradually surged.

Upon seeing this, Michael poured his divine power into the holy sword without hesitation.

In an instant, the holy light in the space vanished, disappearing entirely into the body of the holy sword.

Instantly, the holy sword in the Seraph's hand shone as brightly as a galaxy.

An angelic phantom materialized in mid-air, wielding a massive holy sword, poised to strike.

Jiang Ye's face remained expressionless, deathly aura swirling around his palm as a death scythe slowly materialized in his hand.

"Now that you're here, let me personally sever your head this time!"

The Grim Reaper's scythe spun once in his hand, and a powerful aura swept around.

Sensing this aura, the Seraph paused slightly. How could this aura be so strong?

It even surpasses my own clone. Could it be that this ant has already reached the half-step supreme realm?

It's only been a short time, less than a year, that's absolutely impossible.

Under normal circumstances, it would take at least a thousand years for a main god to cultivate to the peak.

If one gets some special opportunities, it will accelerate the breakthrough of one's realm, but no one has ever been half a step into the Supreme Realm in less than a year after becoming a Main God.

This ant-like aura could not possibly have originated from him.

Is he cheating?

Michael's expression hardened as he recalled how he had almost been deceived by this ant more than a decade ago.

He couldn't help but sneer, "Trying to use the same old tricks again! You're courting your own destruction!"

clang!

With a crisp sound, the giant angelic phantom hovering in mid-air brandished the holy sword and swung it at Jiang Ye.

Jiang Ye remained expressionless, raising the Grim Reaper's scythe in his hand. The death energy he had just released gathered on the scythe like a vortex.

"You think you can fight against a supreme artifact with just a broken scythe without even using a divine weapon? You ant, you're too arrogant!"

Michael's Holy Sword was swung out, and the enormous angelic phantom and the giant golden sword fell down.

Jiang Ye calmly picked up the death scythe that exuded deathly aura with both hands, and was about to swing it when...

Ding! ! !

Suddenly, a clear sword cry resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

Jiang Ye paused, glancing sideways slightly.

Michael frowned and looked into the distant mist.

In the distance, countless white sword energies surged rapidly from the mist, like a tide.

Within the white sword energy, a figure dressed in a black robe instantly appeared in front of Jiang Ye.

"Sword Saint Senior." Jiang Ye was slightly taken aback.

However, Zhou Ping did not answer. He slashed out with force, his Dragon Elephant Sword covered in white glazed sword energy.

clang!

The enormous phantom of white sword energy condensed collided violently with the phantom of Michael's holy sword.

boom--

As the sword energy clashed with the holy sword, the energy collided violently, and explosions rang out one after another.

The resulting strong winds ruffled Jiang Ye's beautiful hair.

He looked at the tall, straight back in front of him and smiled slightly.

However, Zhou Ping looked somewhat pained, and the Dragon Elephant Sword in his hand made a 'crackling' sound as cracks appeared on its blade.

He had only just entered the realm of the main god, while the Seraphim's avatar was at the peak of the main god realm and possessed the supreme artifact 'Holy Sword,' so he was naturally no match for him.

"Jiang Ye, come on! Teacher will hold him off for you."

Zhou Ping gripped the longsword with both hands, and the sword energy erupted once more. The Dragon Elephant Sword, carrying terrifying sword energy, surged forth once more.

Boom!

Despite Zhou Ping's best efforts, the giant golden sword in the angelic phantom's hand in mid-air was slightly shaken back.

Zhou Ping planted the broken Dragon Elephant Sword in the ground, large beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

Michael also stopped, staring intently at Zhou Ping. "Why are you helping this sinner?"

Zhou Ping slowly propped himself up. "He is my student. As long as I am his teacher, no one can bully him!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ye's eyes trembled slightly.

Michael frowned, his tone slightly sharp.

"Get out of my way, this has nothing to do with you. He's a fraudster, haven't you realized he's been deceiving you all along?"

Swish!

Zhou Ping raised the broken Dragon Elephant Sword, showing no sign of backing down.

"Deception? I've experienced it, but it's not like this."

“Jiang Ye has never lied to me about anything, not even when I was disillusioned with the world and could see no hope.”

"These children have given me a new understanding of the world and rekindled my life."

"And Jiang Ye, he gave me a smile."

"I know I am no match for you, but I am Jiang Ye's teacher. As long as I am alive, I will protect my student."

Michael's face darkened. "Are you looking for death?"

“No, I only want to save my students,” Zhou Ping said calmly.

Seeing this, Jiang Ye behind him smiled.

Those simple, pure words were so touching.

It's hard to imagine that someone who has been bullied since childhood would be so focused on protecting others.

However, this time...

Jiang Ye glanced at the Grim Reaper's scythe in his hand, his eyes radiating murderous intent.

"Thank you, Sword Saint, but please let me..."

"Michael, if you dare touch my child, I will tear you to pieces!"

hum!

Suddenly, a powerful surge of divine energy interrupted Jiang Ye's words.

Suddenly, a patch of darkness flashed across the distant mist.

Then, a noblewoman dressed in a purple dress, with a noble and elegant demeanor and an angry expression on her face, appeared in front of the three of them!