Swallowing the Stars: The Birth of a Cosmic God King

enough.

The distance is sufficient.

Yan Ning moved swiftly.

At the same time, Li Yifeng drew his sword and charged forward, creating a sonic boom.

Li Yifeng was incredibly fast. He was at the peak of the advanced warrior level, close to the strength of a war god. Coupled with his top-tier armor and A9 battle sword, even a low-level war god would have a hard time getting the better of him.

He had absolute confidence in his own power, so much so that he didn't even need the two war gods behind him to make a move.

He dodged in a flash.

The blade had already reached Yan Ning.

Behind.

The two war gods stared intently at this scene, their mental power and genetic energy simultaneously locking onto Yan Ning, sealing off all possible evasion routes and counterattack angles.

In their eyes, Yan Ning was already a dead man.

next second.

A flash of silver light.

There were no signs whatsoever.

Forty-eight curved blades suddenly appeared silently.

Li Yifeng didn't even realize what had happened.

The knife was still raised in mid-air, half a meter away from Yan Ning's neck.

A cruel smile lingered on his face, and the excitement of impending success remained in his eyes.

then.

A beam of silver light pierced through his brow and exited from the back of his head.

The second flash of silver light severed his carotid artery.

The third, the fourth, the fifth...

Forty-eight blades pierced his body almost simultaneously, from head to toe, front to back, each one precisely finding a gap in his armor and cutting through his skin, muscles, blood vessels, and bones.

The blood hadn't even splattered yet.

The blade has already pierced through.

Li Yifeng's body froze in place, maintaining the posture of holding the knife.

His eyes were wide open, still holding the last vestiges of astonishment.

He didn't understand what had happened, why he was dying, or how a mid-level general could possibly kill him.

then.

Li Yifeng's body was like a building with its steel bars removed, collapsing from the middle, with blood and internal organs gushing out from the numerous wounds and splattering all over the ground.

The head rolled to the ground.

The expression on his face froze in the last second.

He didn't even have time to touch Yan Ning's clothes.

"Li Yifeng harmed innocent martial artists and killed hundreds of them for his own selfish gain."

"He deserves to die!"

The air froze for a full three seconds.

"Young Master—!"

The tall, junior war god was the first to react, letting out a heart-wrenching roar.

My eyes instantly became bloodshot.

His genetic energy surged wildly, causing the rubble on the ground to scatter and fly everywhere.

"Yan Ning! How dare you! How dare you kill the young master!"

His voice was trembling, whether from fear or anger, it was hard to tell.

"You have murdered a core member of the War God Palace! This is a capital offense! A capital offense punishable by the extermination of your entire family!"

The shorter, intermediate-level War God was calmer than him.

But his face was also frighteningly pale.

He stared intently at the silver blades that had just been retrieved, a fine layer of cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"Surrender!"

"Come back to the Palace of the God of War with us to face judgment! If you cooperate, you might still be able to save your family's lives..."

"To save your family?"

Yan Ning tilted his head and looked at the two people.

"Li Yifeng has harmed innocent martial artists, harming hundreds of them for his own selfish gain. What should be done about this?"

"What do you know!"

The tall war god roared furiously, "Those warriors died for a cause! It was all for Azure, for the organization! Sacrifice was necessary! What does it have to do with Young Master Li!"

"It's alright?"

"His orders, his schemes, his knife—none of it matters?"

"That's because their lives are worthless!" The tall war god's face turned bright red.

"A bunch of useless warriors, they're dead and that's it. How can they compare to Young Master Li? Young Master Li is the only son of a planetary-level martial artist and a core seed of the War God Palace!"

Who do you think you are?

"Does a good-for-nothing who retired due to illness even deserve to convict Young Master Li?"

The short war god remained silent.

But his face grew paler and paler.

He knew that the most important thing now was to bring Yan Ning back.

Living is best, but dead is also acceptable.

As long as they can get an explanation, the Li family might still be able to spare their lives.

The communication watch was recording video continuously.

This video was their only lifeline.

"Yan Ning".

The short war god took a deep breath, suppressing all his emotions.

"I'm saying this one last time: surrender and come back with us. If you resist..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear.

Yan Ning looked at him, thinking of those martial artists who died while filling in the lines. Whose children were they? Whose fathers were they? And whose husbands were they?

But these people.

He died just like that, because of Li Yifeng's selfish desires.

Yan Ning spoke, as if muttering to himself, saying:

"For the sake of tens of millions of people in the future, you two will have to suffer a bit and make a sacrifice."

The short war god's pupils suddenly contracted.

"Let's do it!"

Two war gods erupted simultaneously.

The tall war god drew his alloy battle axe from his back and roared as he lunged at Yan Ning.

Extremely fast.

The battle axe was imbued with raging genetic energy, tearing through the air and slashing out with a piercing shriek.

The short war god then cut in from the side, his slender rapier silently piercing towards the back of Yan Ning's neck.

His attacks were more ruthless than those of his companions.

The angle is tricky, and the speed is even faster!

One in front of the other.

One light and one dark.

This is their signature move, which they've used together for years; they once teamed up to kill a mid-level lord-class monster.

But Yan Ning didn't even move.

The Black God Suit activated automatically, and an invisible force field covered his body.

The tall war god's battle axe struck his shoulder, the force field dissipating ninety percent of the force, leaving only enough force to make his body sway slightly.

As for the short war god's rapier, it didn't even penetrate.

Yan Ning slammed a punch into the chest of the tall war god.

A punch with the force of 100,000 kilograms landed squarely on his armor.

The tall war god was sent flying like a cannonball, crashing into a rock wall more than ten meters away, causing a pile of rubble to collapse.

at the same time.

The blade of the curved cutter head flew out again.

They converged into a silver torrent, heading straight for the short war god.

The short war god's expression changed drastically. He frantically swung his rapier, trying to block the lightning-fast blades, but he was too slow.

Three blades pierced through the gaps in his rapier.

Fresh blood gushed out.

The short war god groaned, kneeling on one knee, his face ashen. He looked down at his mutilated body, then up at Yan Ning, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"You...you are not a warrior..."

Yan Ning ignored him.

We must act quickly.

Yan Ning used his mental power to control both the blade and his own body simultaneously, multitasking.

Forty-eight blades hovered in the air.

His fist, carrying the force of 100,000 kilograms, was slamming into the tall war god who had just broken free from the rock wall.

Ten rounds.

The battle consists of ten rounds from start to finish.

The tall war god's battle axe was knocked away, his armor was smashed, and at least four bones in his chest were broken.

He collapsed to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth, his eyes glazed over.

The short war god's limbs were severed by blades, and blood flowed all over the ground.

Yan Ning stood in the center of the battlefield, breathing steadily, without a single wound on his body.

The effects of the spirits of plants and dragon blood were maximized when combined with the Black God Set and the Arc Blade Disc.

This was the first time he truly felt it.

Even beginner-level War God opponents are no match for him!