These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Then he raised his arm.

The blade of the longsword slashed from the ground toward the sky.

The golden light collided with the red lightning falling from the sky.

Roar, explosion, fragments, destruction.

It was as if the entire Blood Realm was shaking.

Shaky.

He watched as Qin Zipei, disheveled and half-covered in blood, rushed towards him like a demon.

Wei Tu merely bent his knees slightly.

He carried Shen Tu, who was pointing towards the sky, on his shoulder, his gaze fixed on Qin Zipei, who was rushing towards him.

Qin Zipei roared, rushing in like a blood-red storm, unstoppable.

He roared, "I can't lose! I won't lose! Wei Tu... I must win!"

Wei Tu smiled, revealing his teeth.

"Look at yourself, you look just like a demon."

The instant he appeared in front of him.

The sword, which had been resting on his shoulder, suddenly fell.

The golden light almost covered the sky!

"boom!!"

The roar echoed through the sky.

Now, people outside could clearly hear the violent tremors.

They witnessed an incredible scene.

The blood-red fog did not dissipate.

Instead... it was forcefully cleaved apart by something, like a divine power.

A golden light flashed through the blood-red mist.

It seems as if the sky connects to the ground.

Like the pouring down of sunlight.

It was so swift and so sharp that nothing could stop it.

It blocks all obstacles, all fog, and even the darkness that covers everything at night.

The fog was rapidly dissipating and receding.

Like ice and snow melting in spring.

Their vision was no longer blurred.

The air became quiet.

The surging undercurrents can no longer be felt.

"Look! At them!!"

Someone shouted that.

Everyone looked toward the arena.

"This is……"

Yuan Jiacao opened her eyes wide.

Miao Miao couldn't close her mouth anymore.

The girl's gaze finally softened after she saw the scene on the stage clearly.

Mu Xitong breathed a long sigh of relief.

Even Lin Ruoyin, who had been sitting upright, instantly relaxed her back.

Qiao Zhiheng smiled wryly.

"How can he be so good at showing off..."

Inside the arena, after the blood had faded.

Two figures stood there.

A young man, dressed in pristine white, wielding a strange longsword.

Qin Zipei, whose body was already half covered in blood, looked as if a piece of his body was missing.

Below the shoulder... it was neatly cut off.

On the ground, pulsating in the void, was his left hand.

Qin Zipei was pale and speechless.

Wei Tu looked at his left arm on the ground, where the scarlet eye was still struggling and writhing.

He walked over.

He inserted Shen Tu into his eyes.

Blood was gushing out, like a spring.

It emitted a resentful, chilling sound.

But soon... the golden light engulfed it, even evaporated it.

"Pfft."

As if she had lost all her strength, Qin Zipei knelt on the ground, her left arm bleeding profusely.

Wei Tu walked past him calmly.

Leave behind clear words.

“If this isn’t dealt with soon, you’re really going to die. By the way, I’m not afraid of what you fear. So don’t ask me if I’m afraid or what the consequences might be. This sword is called Shen Tu, but what does it mean if you read it backwards? You might want to think about it.”

"Shen Tu... Shen Tu..."

Qin Zipei's pale lips trembled for a moment.

His eyes widened.

"Slaying Gods..." PS: This is water, that is water, does that mean it's all water if you don't drive? Or should I just give you a website?

108 Dragons and Gods

Many people probably didn't expect that such a situation would occur during the final trial of Lu Chen Sect.

Although many of the details still seem shrouded in mystery, many more secrets seem impossible to uncover.

It seems that what should be known already is known, and what shouldn't be known has long since lost its right to be known.

The boy who lost his left arm from then on.

And the boy who, from then on, possessed a strangely shaped longsword that everyone who saw it would remember, seemed to have followed a different path in life, just as fate had decreed.

Wei Tu has been quite busy these past few days.

There were indeed quite a few people who came to congratulate him.

The crowds were so dense they almost trampled the courtyard where they were staying. This was not what Wei Tu had initially expected, but as Qiao Zhiheng said, "You've put on such a big show, you've paid the price for what you have to pay."

These past few days, it wasn't just Wei Tu, a figure who would become a prominent figure in Nan Jian Prefecture, who was now facing a headache.

As the sect leader of Lu Chen Sect, Huang Chang stood at the entrance of the main hall.

Then I watched as a man with a goatee climbed the steps one by one.

The man stopped two steps away at the bottom of the steps and looked up at Huang Shang.

"Long time no see, Lao Huang. You still love standing on high places... As the saying goes, it's colder up there than up. Aren't you afraid of getting rheumatism?"

Huang Shang glared at the man below with annoyance.

"I never expected that the dignified manager of Lin Yuan City would be out and about one day... Xun Huai, what brings you here?"

The man with the goatee looked at Huang Shang with a smile.

"It's nothing... I just noticed that there are quite a few people in your sect lately, so I wanted to try and attract some customers to my inn. These days, the harvest isn't as good as it used to be, so we have to do something to make a living. What do you think?"

"I'm talking nonsense. If you have something to say, just say it. Don't you get tired of this roundabout way of beating around the bush? I'm not like you. I have things to do. If you don't have anything to say, then get lost."

The man named Xun Huai immediately put his hands on his hips.

"Screw you! So what if you're some kind of sect leader? I could be one too, what's so great about that? But today, I do have something to discuss with you."

"explain."

Huang Shang looked towards the edge of the clouds, not even bothering to look at Xun Huai.

Xun Huai thought for a moment and said, "A few days ago...did your Lu Chen Sect see something?"

"Things? What are you talking about?"

Huang Shang frowned.

Xun Huai gestured, "It's...it's just a whoosh..."

"What happened with a whoosh?"

"It was just... a whoosh!"

"What nonsense are you spouting? Are you a three-year-old? Speak like a human being!"

Xun Huai stamped his foot.

He said, seemingly embarrassed and angry, "It's just a sword!"