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

In the vast starry sky, stars are scattered like tiny diamonds, forming a mysterious and magnificent backdrop.

Above the silvery-white moon, the blinding holy light and the pitch-black death aura formed an incredibly stark contrast.

Little Gold lurked in the distance, watching the enormous phantom of the Grim Reaper, whose scythe gleamed with a chilling light.

A black spatial rift appeared where it passed, like a wound in the universe, constantly devouring the surrounding matter.

The chilling killing intent emanating from the scythe made even Xiao Jin's hair stand on end.

"Damn, even just the Death God's Law is this terrifying. If Master were to unleash the Myriad Manifestations, wouldn't he be even more awesome?"

Xiao Jin couldn't help but sigh.

At this moment, Michael, surrounded by holy light, watched the approaching scythe of death, his wings fluttering gently.

Each strike created ripples of gold, which caused the enormous angelic phantom's eyes to snap open.

A golden beam of light shot out from those eyes and struck the giant scythe.

Zizizi!

Holy light and pure death energy collided.

But Michael soon felt the strain; the suppression of the laws forced Him to use more divine power to resist the cold death aura.

We can't keep dragging this out; we need to finish this quickly!

Golden light flashed in Michael's hand, and the angelic phantom behind him lowered the beams of light from its eyes and raised the huge golden longsword.

The golden greatsword swirled in a holy light, with the laws of miracles flowing through it.

The phantom of death seemed unwilling to give any chance. After unleashing a black crescent-shaped blade of light, it swung its giant scythe again with incredible speed.

In an instant, more than a dozen black crescent-shaped blades, moving with lightning speed, slashed towards the angelic phantom.

Michael's expression changed instantly. He would need at least ten times the divine power to withstand those dozen or so sword beams.

His first thought was to get away.

But what lies behind Him? It is a seal formed by the Holy Lord from the essence of Heaven. The seal already has a gap, and if it is attacked again, problems will inevitably arise.

Michael was bathed in holy light, the angelic phantom became more solid, a golden greatsword was held horizontally in front of his chest, and divine light condensed into a divine power shield.

bang bang bang...

The black crescent-shaped blade of light mercilessly annihilated the holy light sword flower. The miraculous laws flowing on it only managed to block two of the black crescent-shaped blades of light.

The remaining dozen or so strikes all landed on the light shield formed by the angelic phantom, the deathly aura containing the power to devour light causing the blinding holy light to gradually dim.

Under the continuous explosions of divine power and the terrifying energy fluctuations, the light shield shattered completely after enduring nine black crescent-shaped blades of light.

But then, Michael used his illusory form to receive the remaining three sword beams. The accompanying death energy clung to him like maggots, gnawing at his divine power.

At this moment, golden blood slowly flowed from the corner of His mouth. Looking at the death aura on His body that even the holy light could not dispel in a short time, His eyes revealed deep shock.

How is that possible? How can he be so strong?

Even a one-tenth miracle is not something an ordinary supreme god can contend with.

Just how far has he gone?

Michael fell silent.

But Jiang Ye, whose eyes were filled with murderous intent, would not give him any chance to breathe.

Jiang Ye transformed into a black streak of light and instantly appeared behind Michael, swinging his scythe with power.

Instantly, Michael felt a chilling aura behind him and immediately activated the miracle, sparing no effort to expend his divine power.

[The Mortal Realm of Gods] Resisted the suppression of deathly energy with reckless abandon.

One attempt, failed; a second, a third, a fourth...

puff!

Eight consecutive failed attempts left Michael with no time to react.

Jiang Ye's Death Scythe emanated a chilling aura as it swung out a black crescent moon, severing one of the six wings.

The wings, radiating holy light, separated from Michael's body, and countless holy feathers scattered across the dark universe.

Michael's golden eyes widened as pain spread throughout his body.

His body's instincts were unleashed to their fullest extent, and he instantly dodged out of Jiang Ye's attack range as if by teleportation.

As He watched the holy wings still falling into the endless universe, His golden pupils gradually shone with dazzling light.

He was furious, extremely furious!

Originally, Jiang Ye could have directly attacked his vital points from that distance, severely injuring him.

But he didn't; he was insulting the very god.

"Shameless liar! Do you really think you can suppress the laws of this god and that I can't do anything to you?" Michael roared.

His wings, tainted by the aura of death, could not be restored for the time being.

Suddenly, the asymmetrical wings of holy light looked extremely comical.

Jiang Ye did not respond in the slightest to Michael's anger.

His eyes remained cold and black, and his face was expressionless.

The only thing he could do was swing his sword, swing it endlessly, until he had killed all his enemies in the world.

Jiang Ye's figure flickered again, transforming into a streak of black light.

"Madman!" Michael cursed upon seeing this.

He no longer hesitated and connected with the original fragment of the Holy Kingdom.

Faced with the suppression of the laws, He could only expend a large amount of divine power to continuously activate the laws, but the fragments of the divine kingdom's origin on the moon still provided stored faith power.

This is why He led Jiang Ye to the moon.

"The Origin of Heaven can not only provide me with the power of faith and strengthen the laws, but can even withstand the five layers of suppression of your laws."

Golden light flashed in Michael's palm, and his aura suddenly surged.

His body miraculously dodged Jiang Ye's arrival a split second before he arrived.

After several more attempts, Jiang Ye still couldn't touch Michael.

He slowly stopped, his dark pupils fixed on the six-winged birdman.

"Ha, shameless liar! Don't think that the laws you tricked from Death can stand against me!"

Michael raised his proud head, stood on the moon, and looked down at Jiang Ye.

The little golden dragon claw covered its face, speechless. Its master used a law and you had your wings cut off. Look how smug you are.

If the Law of All Things were to be revealed, wouldn't you be blown up?

At this moment, the scythe in Jiang Ye's hand disappeared, turning into black death energy.

He glanced at Michael with his dark eyes. "It seems that one law is not enough."

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Michael's eyes narrowed sharply upon hearing this.