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

In the boundless universe, silence is as thick as ink, yet it is torn apart by the light of stars, creating countless cracks that seem to be an interweaving and struggle between light and darkness.

Roar!

A dragon's roar, emanating from divine thought, shattered the silence of the universe.

A five-clawed golden dragon, its body shimmering with golden scales, was seen winding its way through the dark universe.

Each of those golden scales seemed to contain a dazzling star, shining brightly.

And above the dragon's head, amidst the fluttering of its whiskers.

A young boy, exuding a chilling aura of death, stood atop the dragon's head, wielding a massive scythe of death.

It was completely out of place with the shimmering golden light of the golden dragon.

The boy's eyes were pitch black, revealing an extremely chilling coldness and a terrifying killing intent.

Xiao Jin felt the coldness above her head and didn't dare to make any unnecessary movements.

This was the first time it had ever seen its master like this; the once gentle and kind young man was now completely gone.

In Jiang Ye's eyes, it only saw hatred and killing intent... nothing else.

Little Gold didn't know the reason behind it, and it could only obey Jiang Ye's orders.

He eats whomever he tells him to eat!

As the golden dragon sped along, the silvery moonlight shone on its scales, reflecting its brilliance.

Jiang Ye, atop the dragon's head, slowly raised his head. Under the moonlight, his pupils remained as black as ink.

He stared at the lunar surface before him, a landscape of silvery-gray soil, his eyes filled with a chilling killing intent.

He slowly lowered the Grim Reaper's scythe from his shoulder, and a wave of deathly energy erupted from his body, sweeping across the vast universe.

"You've come!"

On the moon, Michael, the seraphim with six wings trembling with holy light, slowly opened his golden eyes.

Before Him stood a golden dragon ten thousand meters long, hovering above the moon.

His gaze fell upon the boy atop the dragon's head, and the instant their eyes met, a chilling coldness arose from his heart.

Ok?

Michael narrowed his eyes slightly. Peak Supreme God?

He frowned slightly. No wonder even the Primordial Heavenly Venerable of the Great Xia Dynasty addressed him as "senior".

It turned out to be the case.

"Mortal... Oh, perhaps that title is no longer appropriate, but I never expected you to have come this far."

Michael stared at Jiang Ye, the [Mortal Divine Realm] dispelling the chill.

The boy standing on the dragon's head remained expressionless, though his lips twitched slightly.

“Why!?”

These two simple words unleashed boundless divine power, and the deathly aura gradually spread, actually suppressing the [Mortal Divine Realm].

Michael's golden eyes narrowed slightly, and he sneered, "Why? Do you think I would be foolish enough to let my nemesis continue to grow stronger?"

"You shouldn't exist in this world, because your existence has drastically changed many predetermined destinies."

"I admit that the method I used to bring you up was somewhat extreme, but so what? You are just two mortals who should have died long ago."

"I was merely adjusting the threads of fate as a matter of course. What's wrong with that?"

"What's wrong with it?" Jiang Ye's lips slowly curled up, revealing a maniacal smile.

Before his eyes kept flashing images of his mother, Liu Su, who had taken meticulous care of him and tirelessly given him instructions during the ten years he was blind.

Scenes of people humbly borrowing money from others to cure their eyes... and so on.

In her mother's eyes, a blind man, who was a burden to others, was the only one in her heart!

As Jiang Ye laughed, a tear of blood slid down his face from the corner of his eye.

"You're not wrong, I'm the one who's wrong. I shouldn't have kept you here until now."

The scythe in his hand sliced ​​through space, its jet-black blade flashing toward the Seraphim.

The latter, [Mortal Divine Realm], unfolded rapidly, with the Law of Miracles flowing through his palm.

Michael stared at the terrifying deathly aura blade, a suppressive force making his expression extremely solemn—a suppressive force beyond the laws themselves.

The miracle failed five times in a row, until the tenth time.

A flash of golden light streaked across the dark universe, changing the trajectory of the pitch-black blade that was about to reach his face.

Bang!

The moment the blade's trajectory changed, it slashed towards the asteroid next to the moon, unleashing a terrifying energy explosion that sent up a bright burst of light.

The powerful energy wave from the explosion made Michael's expression darken.

What is the probability of a one in ten miracle occurring?

The ordinary person I once looked down on has now reached this point.

What exactly is he relying on?

The words of the Primordial Celestial Venerable last time gave Him some suspicion about Jiang Ye, but He still didn't quite believe that Jiang Ye could be that powerful.

Michael's eyes gradually showed horror. If that blade of light had struck him, it would have been absolutely impossible for him not to be injured.

He gazed at Jiang Ye, no longer hesitating. His six wings of holy light trembled, and countless golden giant sword phantoms slowly emerged in the dark space.

"Even with a one-tenth miracle, I will still annihilate you. You should have died more than ten years ago!"

The [Mortal Realm of Gods] also erupted at this moment, colliding fiercely with the black death energy emanating from Jiang Ye.

However, Michael consumed ten times the divine power of Jiang Ye.

Jiang Ye's dark eyes remained unchanged, still cold and ruthless, like a machine that only knew how to kill.

The Grim Reaper's scythe in his hand rippled with divine power, and the [Judgment of Death] slowly condensed under the endless death aura.

An ancient execution ground slowly rose up. Jiang Ye stood on the execution platform, holding a sickle, gazing down at Michael.

Behind the execution platform, a gigantic phantom of death slowly raised its massive scythe.

Michael showed no weakness; a sword light flashed behind him, revealing a huge phantom angel wielding a golden greatsword.

Holy light and death energy each occupy half of the space.

Jiang Ye swung his scythe, and a 'Slay' command tablet floated in front of him, flying out with the scythe.

"cut!"

The moment the word "Slash" was uttered, the phantom of the Grim Reaper behind him swung his enormous scythe and slashed at the phantom of the Holy Angel.