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108: Chapter 108 Like a mouse before a catAt an altitude of ten thousand meters, the atmosphere was thin and the cold was bone-piercing.

This should have been a God’s Domain.

”Boom!”

A dull, thunderous sound of flesh colliding exploded, like a butcher in an old wet market slamming half a hog onto a cutting board.

The once-arrogant God King Zeus was currently being kicked flying in an extremely undignified posture by a large foot clad in black Qin armor.

That wasn’t all.

Just as Zeus felt his body trace a parabola, the surrounding space folded without warning, like a piece of homework crumpled by a mischievous child. He was originally flying backward, but as he flew, a blood-colored scythe radiating a chilling aura suddenly appeared before his eyes.

”This is your positioning?”

Lord Wuan of Qin’s voice betrayed no emotion, but the movements of his hands were absurdly fast.

That scythe, entwined with the Evil Qi of a million vengeful Souls, didn’t go for Zeus’s neck; instead, like a deboning knife, it slid into the gaps of Zeus’s magnificent Thunderous Battle Armor.

”Creeeeak—”

A tooth-gritting grinding sound.

Fragments of golden divine armor mixed with some sort of glowing liquid sprayed everywhere.

”Aaaaah! Lowly Mortal!!”

Zeus’s features contorted in pain. This wasn’t physical pain; with every slice of the scythe, he felt as if a piece of his godhead was being carved away. The Power Of Faith he had accumulated over thousands of years was now leaking out frantically, like a punctured ball.

He wanted to strike back.

As the boss of Olympus, the Thunder Scepter in his hand was no mere fire poker.

”Get away from me!”

Zeus roared as a ball of plasma, powerful enough to level a city, condensed at the tip of the scepter, and he thrust it violently toward the nearby Lord Wuan of Qin.

If this strike landed squarely, even a god would suffer Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

But just a split second before the Plasma Ball exploded—

”Snap.”

A yellow paper Talisman drifted down and stuck to Zeus’s forehead.

In that instant, Zeus felt like a refrigerator that had its power cord pulled. The world-destroying Plasma Ball in his hand shuddered twice and went out with a ”poof.”

It didn’t even leave behind a fart of a sound.

Zeus rolled his eyes and saw, floating above to the side, the Old Daoist Priest in purple robes walking on air, holding several slips of Talisman paper and looking at him with a face full of disdain.

”Thunder techniques aren’t used like that.”

The Old Daoist Priest shook his head, his expression like a math teacher watching a student get ’1+1’ wrong.

”Your heart isn’t calm, your Qi is impure. Relying entirely on brute force to squeeze it out is not only ugly but also prone to short-circuiting.”

As the Old Daoist Priest spoke, he pointed a finger casually.

”Watch closely, this humble priest will only teach you once.”

Boom!

There was no charging up, nor any fancy light and shadow effects.

Five bolts of lightning of different colors, like five pillars connecting heaven and earth, instantly constructed a cage, firmly blocking all of Zeus’s paths of retreat.

This wasn’t the lightning of magical elements.

This was the Five Elements. It was the power of laws generated by the extreme operation of Metal, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth.

”Strike him.”

The Old Daoist Priest’s words became law.

The Five-Colored Divine Lightning was completely unreasonable, crackling and slamming into Zeus.

With every bolt that struck, the Divine Power shield on Zeus’s body grew a layer thinner. Even more lethally, this lightning would burrow into his body, specifically detonating his Meridians.

”Damn it! Damn it! What the hell is this thing!!”

Zeus was beaten senseless.

He wanted to run.

This was impossible to fight. These three old monsters: one broke physical defenses, one used a Spell Seal, and the other...

Zeus whipped his head around to look at the frail-looking scholar in the distance who had been fanning himself.

The scholar was the furthest away and looked the most harmless.

”As long as I kill him... this bizarre spatial lockdown will be broken!”

A flash of ruthlessness crossed Zeus’s eyes. He endured a strike from Lord Wuan of Qin, which left a bone-deep wound on his back, and transformed into a streak of blood-colored lightning, charging toward Old Li.

”Die!!!”

This was indeed the God King’s desperate strike, moving at a speed so fast that even light and shadow couldn’t keep up.

However.

Facing this certain-kill strike, Old Li didn’t even change the frequency of his feather fan’s movement.

He simply raised his left hand and, on the Bagua Disk in the Void Realm, shifted the piece representing the ’Qian’ position.

”Qian and Kun Reversed.”

Hum—

Zeus only felt his vision blur.

The scholar was clearly right in front of him, within reach. But the next second, he found that the scene before him had changed.

It was no longer the scholar’s smiling face, but a pitch-black, cold iron mask stained with blood.

Old Wang was holding a scythe, standing before him as if he had been waiting there all along.

”Home delivery?”

He grinned.

”No—!!!”

Zeus’s eyes suddenly widened.

It was another round of being toyed with like a soccer ball.

...

Kunlun Pass.

The battlefield was silent.

The monster army, which had thought they could rise again upon seeing Zeus strike, was now completely frozen, as if their pressure points had been struck.

The Cyclops Leader felt like he was on a roller coaster, his emotions swinging wildly. Seeing the God King take action, he had been ready to seek revenge.

Who would have thought?

In the blink of an eye, he saw the invincible Father God—the boss even in the Age of Myth—being used as a punching bag in the sky.

One could say that however cool Zeus’s entrance was, his current beating was just as severe.

The impact of this scene was instantly magnified ten thousand times.

”Gulp.”

It was unclear which monster swallowed hard, but it sounded exceptionally clear on the silent battlefield.

Hermes’s knuckles were white as he gripped his caduceus, and the staff in his hand was shaking like an electric toothbrush.

As the God of Wisdom, he saw through things more clearly than that group of brainless monsters.

”Not a god...”

Hermes’s lips trembled, his eyes filled with terror. ”This isn’t the suppression of a godhead... this is the will of man.”

The source of power for Western gods is faith, the fear of Mortals. As long as Mortals are afraid, the gods are strong.

But these three Easterners...

That black-armored God of Slaughter—the Evil Qi on him wasn’t bestowed by Divine Power; it was carved out by his own hands after killing hundreds of thousands. He had no reverence for life, and even less for the gods. In his eyes, gods were no different from pigs or dogs; they were just creatures with heads on their necks, to be cut down when needed.

This ruthlessness of ’man’s will triumphs over heaven’ that seeped from his bones was the ultimate counter to the gods.

”Run...”

The word popped into Hermes’s head.

This battle could not be fought.

Even their boss was being ground into the dirt; they, the lackeys, would just be fodder if they went up.

But just as he was about to grease his soles and slip away, a gaze that made his hair stand on end locked onto him.

In the sky, the black-armored man swinging the scythe turned his head. His pupil-less eyes crossed a distance of a thousand miles, indifferently sweeping over the monster army.

Just a single glance.

Thump! Thump!

Hundreds of Orcs in the front row, who had been fierce just a moment ago, actually knelt on the ground in terror, their bowels and bladders letting go.

A fear from the depths of their Souls, just like a mouse seeing a cat.