These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

"Young man, I have arrived."

"Whoosh!!"

Wei Tu watched his movements, but still seemed unable to see his figure clearly. It was only a moment, even shorter than blinking an eye.

His figure was so fast that he practically became a red line, taking only a moment to go from mid-air to in front of the boy.

Wei Tu had already drawn his sword very quickly, but it was only just in time to block it in front of him.

"boom!"

The golden sword and the blood-red blade clashed, creating clear ripples in the air.

However, the opponent's powerful force made the boy feel his tiger's mouth trembling.

After the first strike, the opponent did not dwell on the contest of strength.

He straightened his bare torso, holding the blood-red knife as easily as if it were a straw.

It quickly rose up and then slashed down again!

"boom!"

Wei Tu seemed unable to keep up with the other party's speed at all, as if he had realized that even someone at the God-Gazing Realm was significantly different from this deity.

Unable to find an opportunity to retaliate, he could only raise Shen Tu and defend himself time and time again.

The footsteps are constantly retreating.

The opponent's movements did not slow down at all; in fact, they became faster and faster!

He kept brandishing the blood-stained blade in his hand, his eyes filled with pity as he looked at the boy who was being forced back by him but never actually tried to escape.

"You need to understand the difference between mortals and gods! You think you've cultivated yourself into an immortal, that you've reached some realm, and that the path to immortality will appear before you? Naïve... truly naïve!"

"boom!"

The chopping continued, and sparks flew everywhere.

Wei Tu seemed to be suppressed and unable to raise his head, and was already in a rather passive position.

Behind him was a high layer of dust and dirt, because he refused to retreat, so the man would beat him until he had nowhere left to retreat.

The man, still gazing with satisfaction at his relentlessly pursued 'prey,' smiled broadly and grew increasingly arrogant.

"Are you still resisting... still fantasizing about some chance for you?"

He was cruel, yet his eyes held a hint of pity, as if killing the boy was something he had to do.

"You have no chance. The power of the gods is right in front of you. You don't even understand what gods are!"

His arrogance grew ever stronger, and his red hair floated in the air.

The movements of his hands became increasingly rapid.

"boom!"

With that slash, blood splattered, coming from the scarlet blade in his hand.

He raised his head, revealing the final contempt of a god.

"I am the origin of humankind, controlling the rise and fall of the earth... Originally, the Immortal Continent was mine, and the mortal realm was mine too... But it doesn't matter, I will take them back with my own hands. The gods of yesteryear have all fallen, now only I remain! I will be the final ruler!"

His strike looked unstoppable.

But when Wei Tu looked up, he saw a figure rushing toward his back from behind.

Wei Tu was taken aback, and he wanted to say something to remind the other party.

Don't do that.

But she had already arrived.

It happened in an instant.

As a result, the opponent's knife failed to strike, and Lu Qingyan's backstab also failed to pierce the opponent's chest.

She was easily caught by the other party, who turned to the side and gave the woman only a contemptuous look.

"Overestimating one's abilities... no, it should be the resolve to die for one's beloved. The resolve is good, but it's useless."

And so it happened right before Wei Tu's eyes.

With a gentle push, the sword hilt instantly left Lu Qingyan's hand and pressed directly against the woman's chest.

"puff!"

The seemingly casual movement sent Lu Qingyan flying backward, blood splattering in the air, kicking up a cloud of dust, and even crashing into countless trees.

Life or death is uncertain.

The sorcerer god turned his head and looked at the boy who was slightly bowing his head.

He smiled.

"Is it comforting to see one beloved person after another die for you? So, I hope you give up resisting sooner rather than later. It would be better if you died, so that you wouldn't have to see the same scene over and over again. It would be a relief. I hope you are free. This is my blessing."

Wei Tu was breathing calmly, but the calmer he became, the more turbulent his inner turmoil became.

The moment he saw Lu Qingyan fly backward, he understood the look in her eyes.

She made herself escape.

She made herself survive.

But... how could I put you in danger again, how could I let you die before me again?

If a man is powerless to resist the danger before him, then his last vestige of dignity is to die before his woman.

No, he cannot die.

He had no intention of failing this time.

We cannot fail, we must not fail.

Then the fire ignited in his lungs and set his eyes ablaze.

The boy looked up, revealing a pair of bright golden eyes.

He looked at the man in front of him whose expression remained unchanged.

"Then I will grant you a magnificent death."

"Being stubborn is useless, and getting angry is useless."

Wei Tu had a bright sunrise in her heart.

He felt that he might have finally understood who that inner voice was when he broke through.

Now he gripped Shen Tu tightly again, and Shen Tu seemed to respond, vibrating and humming softly.

One step was taken.

"boom!!!"

The sword unleashed a torrent of golden light, instantly engulfing its opponent.

Shen Tu and Xue Ren clashed once again.

"it's useless!"

He said.

Wei Tu looked at his face, which was covered with black lines, and at his dim, yellow eyes in the golden light.

“Your power is not complete; you are not the whole sorcerer.”

A moment of surprise flashed across the man's face.

The boy, despite the stalemate, took his first step forward towards him.

83 This sword, Shen Tu, can slay gods.

"You're not that strong..."

The boy's golden eyes were like the last ray of light in the dark night. If someone looked up, they would find that the entire sky was a strange scarlet red, and the moon was blood red.

It was as if everything had changed because of this man's appearance; even the atmosphere had been completely transformed.

At that moment, the sword and the knife clashed, sparks flying everywhere.

No, it can't be called sparks; it's golden stars and splattered blood, creating an eerie scene in the space where the two are facing off.

The sorcerer looked at the boy who had suddenly gained momentum, and a cruel smile appeared on his lips.

The previous pity vanished, as if the demon had finally torn off his ugly mask, revealing an even more hideous and grotesque true face.

"You mere mortal, what right do you have to test my limits?!"

With a furious shout, the weapons of the two sides suddenly clashed.

The witch god's scarlet hair instantly pierced towards the boy in front of him like thousands of needles.

Wei Tu saw it clearly but did not dodge; his aura continued to build.

The breath in his chest was no longer just circulating, it was practically burning, a raging fire, like the rising sun.

Wei Tu didn't know the cost of such burning, but he wouldn't be foolish enough to stop. If he couldn't get through today, this so-called witch god... who wasn't even a complete witch god yet, would kill them all. What was the point of keeping them alive? To wait for the next rebirth?

His principle is not to pin his hopes on the next time; if he can do it this time, he will do it; if he can't do it... he will do it even if it costs him his life.

Because he had nowhere to retreat, nowhere to retreat...

Then don't return it anymore!

He did not step back, nor did he try to avoid the thousands of needles that were right in front of him.

The young man, wielding the divine weapon, faced the challenge head-on.

"puff!"

The needle pierced his shoulder, drawing a trail of blood.

He ignored the pain completely, and with a flick of his sword, severed the remaining threads.

But the next moment.

"puff!"