Swallowing the Stars: The Birth of a Cosmic God King

Li Qingyue did not choose to act rashly.

She had more important and safer things to do.

Li Qingyue squatted down, placed the metal box on the ground, and quickly ran her fingers along the texture of the box.

The box hummed, and the patterns on its surface lit up one after another, changing from dark red to bright red, and then from bright red to incandescent white.

Planetary Cannon, charging begins!

Charging time: three minutes.

Three minutes is all it takes for Yan Ning, even the King of Hell, to save him!

"Yan Ning..."

Li Qingyue raised her head, somewhat hysterical, "You killed my son, and today, I'll make you pay with your life!"

Yan Ning looked at the twelve flying knives floating around Li Chongshan, at the four war gods blocking the route, and at the planetary heavy cannon that was charging, his expression remained unchanged.

"Are you finished talking?" he asked.

Li Chongshan's face stiffened.

Yan Ning sighed, sounding somewhat disappointed: "I thought you could put some pressure on me and help me warm up, but it seems I was really overthinking it."

A planetary-level being, one of the strongest in Azure, yet the pressure he faced was far too weak!

Yan Ning raised his right hand, and nine silver blades flew out silently from his sleeve, slowly rotating in front of him.

Only nine!

Nine stars is already a respectful amount for an opponent. This is because Yan Ning himself wanted to test whether his opponent could put some pressure on him while he was controlling his strength.

"Nine?"

Li Chongshan looked at the nine blades and sneered, "You think you can stop me with nine blades? I have twelve throwing knives, each one of them—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because Yan Ning made a move.

It wasn't his physical movement, but more accurately, it was his mental power that moved.

Four of the nine blades suddenly accelerated.

It drew four invisible arcs in the air, flying towards the four war gods blocking the routes.

Four streaks of silver light flashed by.

Before the four war gods could even react, the blades had already pierced through their foreheads and emerged from the back of their heads.

A strong wind was howling.

The four people fell to the ground at the same time, and blood gushed out, forming four thin red streams on the ice.

From the moment Yan Ning made his move to the moment the four men fell, less than a second had passed.

Li Chongshan's pupils suddenly contracted.

"you--"

How could they not even last a single exchange?

These useless bastards!

But Li Chongshan didn't have time to be shocked.

Because Yan Ning's remaining five blades were already flying towards him!

Li Chongshan unleashed his full mental power, sending twelve flying knives hurtling towards the five silver blades like a torrential rain.

But his throwing knives were too slow.

To ordinary people, the throwing knives of a planetary-level psychic are as fast as lightning.

But in front of Yan Ning's curved blade, it was like a snail crawling.

The Arc Blade Disc is a planetary-level weapon.

This is an artifact inherited from the Meteorite Star lineage!

Li Chongshan's throwing knife was merely an A9-grade alloy knife that could be purchased on Azure Star.

The difference in materials, the difference in techniques, the difference in the quality of mental power... a complete and utter crushing defeat!

Four of the five blades easily pierced through Li Chongshan's throwing knife defense.

It also pierced through his limbs.

Left shoulder, right shoulder, left knee, right knee... Sever all the tendons in his hands and feet!

Li Chongshan screamed and knelt on the ice.

Without the support of mental energy, the throwing knives clattered and fell to the ground.

The remaining blade hovered less than a centimeter in front of Li Chongshan's forehead.

The silver light from the blade was reflected in his pupils.

It gleamed with a cold light.

It also reflects the fear of Li Chongshan's death.

"you…"

Li Chongshan stared wide-eyed at Yan Ning, his eyes filled with fear, and stammered, "You...how could you...you're also a planetary-level being?"

Li Chongshan trembled all over.

He secluded himself for half a year, narrowly escaping death nine times, and finally broke through to the planetary-level mental master.

He thought he was the strongest, that he could easily crush Yan Ning, and that today was the day to avenge his son.

But the reality is...

He couldn't even withstand a single move from Yan Ning!

"No...it's impossible..."

Li Chongshan murmured, his voice hoarse and desperate, "I broke through to the planetary level. I'm the first planetary-level mentalist on Azure Star. How could I possibly..."

"Are you the first one?"

"Then what am I?"

Yan Ning's mental power suddenly erupted.

A silver aura, several times stronger than Li Chongshan's, surged from Yan Ning's body, instantly repelling the raging blizzard within a radius of a hundred meters.

The ice layer shattered.

The ice crystals in the air were also reduced to dust under the impact of mental power.

Planetary-level spiritual master!

and…

He is a planetary-level martial artist and a spiritual master!

Li Chongshan's eyes widened, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.

He felt an unprecedented despair!

Double planetary rank.

This is unprecedented on the blue planet.

He thought he was unique, and that he would be the strongest after his breakthrough.

But the reality is that Yan Ning is not only stronger than him, but stronger in every aspect.

He was crushed by martial arts realm, crushed by mental cultivation realm, crushed by equipment, and crushed by cultivation techniques.

A complete and utter crushing defeat!

"Didn't you want to cut me into a thousand pieces?"

Yan Ning looked down at Li Chongshan, who was kneeling on the ice, and said, "Come on, I'll give you a chance."

Li Chongshan's lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Just then.

A sharp buzzing sound came from the side.

Planetary Heavy Cannon, fully charged.

Li Qingyue carried the heavy cannon, half the length of a person, and aimed the muzzle at Yan Ning.

The patterns on the cannon barrel all lit up.

A blinding white light condensed at the muzzle of the cannon. Her fingers rested on the fire button, her eyes filled with madness and despair.

"Lofty mountains!"

"Go to hell!" Li Qingyue screamed as she pressed the fire button.

A beam of blazing white light shot out from the cannon muzzle, moving at a speed too fast for the naked eye to detect.

Where the beam of light passes.

The air ionizes, the ice evaporates, and a deep trench is carved into the ground.

Yan Ning did not turn around.

The tendrils of the Moyun Vine shot out from his collar and wove into a shield in front of him.

The beam of light struck the shield.

A deafening roar erupted as the green and white lights clashed violently, releasing energy that shattered the surrounding ice.

Three seconds later, the beam of light dissipated.

A fist-sized charred mark was left on Moyun Teng's shield, but the shield itself was intact.

The vines shook gently, absorbing all the remaining energy.

Then it shrank back.

The second-tier planetary-level Cloud Vine was more than capable of blocking a heavy cannon that, after its energy depletion, could only destroy third- or fourth-tier planetary-level weapons.

Li Qingyue's hand froze.

She looked at the still-smoking heavy cannon in her hand, then at the unharmed Yan Ning, and her expression changed from madness to despair, and from despair to bewilderment.

"How is that possible..."

She murmured, "This is a planetary heavy cannon... capable of blasting apart a fourth-tier planetary being... how is that possible..."

He looked at Li Chongshan kneeling on the ice, and the blade hovering between Li Chongshan's eyebrows trembled slightly.

"You killed my son..." Li Chongshan's eyes were bloodshot. "I'll haunt you even as a ghost..."

Yan Ning stared intently at him.

"Your son."

"The ruins of Nanjiang alone have killed 137 martial artists. Give them their lives back first, then talk to me about revenge."

The blade fell.

A flash of silver light.

Li Chongshan's body stiffened, and the light in his eyes quickly faded.

Fresh blood flowed down his nose and dripped onto the ice.

Li Qingyue let out a heart-wrenching scream, dropped the heavy artillery, and lunged at Li Chongshan's corpse.

Yan Ning watched this scene without any expression.

He thought of the three martial artists who died in the ruins, the 137 innocent lives killed by Li Yifeng, and the families shattered because of the Li family.

What is owed will always be repaid.

The blade pierced through Li Qingyue.

Yan Ning turned around and walked into the snowstorm without looking back.

Behind.

Li Qingyue's cries grew fainter and fainter until they were swallowed up by the howling wind and snow.

On the frozen plateau, the wind and snow continue.

The six bodies lay quietly on the ice, soon covered by the newly fallen snow.

The blood congealed into dark red ice crystals, which looked particularly glaring on the snow.

On the distant horizon.

The aurora borealis dances across the night sky in the Arctic, beautiful yet chilling.