These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Lu Qingyan looked up at the sky. In the darkness, even the moon seemed to pale in comparison to his presence.

But the woman's hair was also fluttering in the wind, elegant and aloof.

"No matter how many times you come, I will not agree... no matter who you are."

The man in mid-air slightly raised his head, looking towards the horizon, a height that ordinary people could not reach and always had to look up to. But in his eyes, it seemed that all of this was insignificant, easily attainable, yet utterly worthless.

"Do you really know who I am...?"

His tone seemed somewhat forlorn, as if he were facing someone he wouldn't recognize even if they met.

However, this person is not Lu Qingyan.

At this moment, the boy on the ground holding Shen Tu said...

"Are you the God of War?"

These words startled Lu Qingyan.

"The God of War...? You...you're serious?"

Lu Qingyan was not unaware of the title of the Witch God, but the title was too vague and ethereal. In all the records, this Witch God was a complete villain, powerful and evil, the enemy of the entire Immortal Continent, and an irreconcilable enemy of all the gods.

And it seems he never really existed in this world, because every record says how he was sealed away and how many people worked to achieve it. Is that really him? It seems to be different from how I imagined him to exist.

The man in the air lowered his head slightly.

"You are Wei Tu?"

"You know me?"

Wei Tu looked at the other person with great curiosity.

The man chuckled. “I’ve heard your name in quite a few places… I’m just sealed away, not truly dead. I know more about most things than you do. But it doesn’t matter whether you know or not. You may think you’re the chosen one, but that’s not true… it’s all an illusion.”

Wei Tu shook her head. "I haven't thought about it that way. I've just never tried it. How do you know I'm not like that? How do I know I won't be?"

The sorcerer god in the air slightly raised his head, squinted his eyes, and raised his hands above his head.

"People love to indulge in pointless daydreams, try to outsmart each other with simple tricks, fantasize about unrealistic things, and attempt to change the whole world, trying to eradicate everything that is opposed... Cruel and ruthless, mercenary and disgusting..."

His palms seemed to be gathering some kind of power; they were scarlet and exceptionally alluring, even the moon seemed to be stained blood-red by his hands.

His voice, however, became even louder.

"You want to erase my existence, you want to deceive the world into a false sense of prosperity and peace... You are not worthy, the world is not worthy."

The ants of today do not understand my significance... but soon you will understand what I will bring to this world.

The storm seemed to gather in the palm of his hand.

That scarlet, lightning-like aura.

Wei Tu frowned.

"Master, be careful."

Lu Qingyan nodded, just as she was about to speak.

Wei Tu shouted, "Run in separate directions!"

Above, the distorted air and the sweeping storm finally erupted with a casual remark from the man.

"Ants should die."

"Boom!!"

The instantaneous flashes of lightning and thunder almost obscured the entire depths of the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain.

The two separated instantly.

A crimson bolt of lightning struck the spot where the two had just met.

It directly split the rubble on the ground, even causing obvious cracks.

"Run... how long can you run?"

The man seemed to be asking the question to himself.

Suddenly, the lightning in the air split into two, striking directly along the path the two were running towards.

"boom!"

The rubble was split open and shattered into pieces.

"boom!"

The tree was split in half and burst into a crimson, eerie fire.

"boom!"

The tireless pursuit seemed to have no end in sight.

Wei Tu felt that he was already moving very fast, but the lightning seemed to be growing on his head.

Fast and accurate.

He could continue his sprint, but Lu Qingyan over there couldn't do the same...

So Wei Tu shouted to the sky.

"A dignified sorcerer god, just hiding in the back and striking lightning like that? Isn't that shameful?"

The man in mid-air smiled slightly.

"Still resorting to such clumsy tricks... I'd like to ask, if you can't even find a way to confront me, what right do you have to fight me? A weak creature that doesn't even qualify as an enemy... It's pathetic to look at..."

As the other person spoke, Wei Tu accurately sensed that the lightning paused for a moment.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, he stepped onto the huge rock in front of him and then leaped up.

Like a shooting star, it hurtled straight towards the god of war in the opposite direction!

In the sky, the boy's figure sped like a comet.

But the sorcerer's gaze did not waver even slightly.

"You're courting death."

A bolt of lightning shot out from his hand, like an arrow released from a bow, flying straight toward the boy who seemed to have no way out.

But Wei Tu watched helplessly as the lightning bolt reached him.

He finally raised his arm, and the instant his hand touched the lightning, his wrist suddenly twisted.

The crimson lightning actually coiled around Shen Tu's sword, and then he swung the sword in a beautiful flourish, exhausting himself completely.

"Whoosh!"

The lightning bolt actually flew in the opposite direction towards the sorcerer god!

But the sorcerer merely tilted his head slightly, and lightning grazed his red hair as it flew into the distant horizon.

As the sorcerer turned around, the boy's figure flashed to its fullest extent.

His golden sword slashed down with overwhelming force!

"boom!!"

82. A boy who never gives up.

The sword energy was like a rainbow, almost slashing down on him.

The sword light was like fire erupting from a volcano, instantly illuminating the night sky above.

Just as Wei Tu's Shen Tu was about to strike down on the opponent's face.

The sorcerer god, suspended in mid-air, suddenly had his scarlet hair spread forward, the long strands completely obscuring his entire body.

The sword still slashed down.

A burst of brilliant golden light erupted in the sky, and all the fleeting golden lights were like sparks or lonely, cold stars.

It blooms in the night sky like fireworks, then shatters and fades away.

Sparks flew everywhere, but they couldn't break through the defense created by the opponent's red hair.

The boy in mid-air, holding Shen Tu, squinted and saw the red-haired man's restless movements.

He took a deep breath.

"boom!"

This time, it was the nameless sorcerer who took the initiative. His red hair instantly stirred up a huge amount of ripples, like a shockwave that crashed fiercely towards Wei Tu.

The young Shen Tu stood in front of him, and the force of the impact knocked him down from mid-air.

Wei Tu landed on the ground, but still had to retreat repeatedly, leaving long trails on the ground and stirring up a cloud of dust.

When he looked up, the red-haired man in mid-air had his hair floating in the air.

He tilted his head slightly upwards.

“An ant is just an ant… But since you want to fight me in close combat, I will grant your wish.”

After saying that, he reached out with his left hand.

It was just a slight grasp in the void of mid-air.

"Splash!"

The surrounding area was once again in turmoil.

Wei Tu could even clearly see the pebbles on the ground floating into the air.

But the largest pool of blood was the blood from which this sorcerer god was born.

The blood flew upwards, like rain returning to the sky.

Then they all gathered in the man's palm, converging and coalescing, countless forces piling up together.

It turned into a knife.

A blood-red broadsword.

It was long and slender, radiating an eerie, blood-red light, and looked so evil and dangerous.

He was facing away from the moonlight, as if the moon itself had become an adornment on his throne.