These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!!"

Countless needles pierced through the boy's shoulders, neck, chest, abdomen, and thighs like a torrential downpour...

It seemed that needle marks were left on every part of his body.

Wei Tu seemed to want to take another step forward, even though he suppressed all the pain.

But these needles suddenly pulled up.

The boy was lifted directly from the ground, and apart from gripping the Shen Tu in his hand tightly, he seemed unable to do anything else.

The witch god's eyes were shining. He looked at the boy and used all his hair to turn Wei Tu into a puppet in mid-air.

They lifted his arm and carried him by the back.

I watched the boy up close like this.

"I can only be considered an avatar... but so what if I am an avatar? Just a mortal... just a mortal!"

He seemed extremely angry.

One needle after another pierced through the boy in front of him, who was like a puppet.

Blood drifted in the wind.

Wei Tu stared intently at the Witch God, his brows furrowing only occasionally due to pain.

But the blood kept flowing, staining his white clothes red.

As the boy before him was gradually covered in blood, the witch god seemed to become even more insane.

"Hahahaha... I admit you're a bit special... But so what! So what!"

"You deserve to die! You will definitely die! Everyone who stands in my way must die!"

"To die by my hand is God's final mercy upon you. How many people in the world can receive such an honor?!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

Blood gushed out in strings, each time penetrating Wei Tu's body.

It was as if this was torture. He seemed to be in no hurry to inflict a fatal wound on the boy, but rather to make him feel pain little by little, to feel the passing of life, to torment him until he showed an expression of regret.

Until he couldn't help but speak to himself, saying that he knew he was wrong and begging him to let him go.

But Wei Tu not only didn't do that, he wasn't even satisfied with just enduring the muffled groans of pain.

He took a deep breath during each break and seized the opportunity to speak.

"You still don't understand why you are destined to be sealed away."

"You don't understand, but I do?"

"Of course I don't understand as well as you do... but this is the price. Even if I become an incarnation... I will not let you leave this forest."

Upon hearing this, the sorcerer gave the boy an extremely disdainful and cold smile.

"Why?"

He only had these three words, wanting to know why this young man, who had the courage to face himself and not back down but instead move forward, said this and felt this way.

He shouldn't even have this idea...

How could he blaspheme against the gods?

For a cultivator whose lifespan is only a few thousand years to dare to attempt to destroy an immortal god is itself a form of blasphemy.

Wei Tu looked at him, and his golden eyes, which had seemed to have dimmed, shone brightly again, this time even more so than before.

Heat and light suddenly burst forth from his body.

The sorcerer god was astonished to see the threads that had pierced his body melting and breaking one by one!

"boom."

He was unable to resist.

He could only watch helplessly as the boy broke free from his restraints.

He landed on the ground and slowly raised his head.

The boy, covered in blood, was no longer distinguishable between white and red clothes.

Wei Tu felt this scene looked somewhat familiar; the last time, it was at Lu Chen Sect, wasn't it...?

Last time, he felt the power of the gods for the first time, and they actually came before him, but he still managed to overcome the difficulties.

This time it is the incarnation of a god.

What will happen next? He doesn't know, and he won't think about it now.

He simply gripped the Shen Tu in his hand firmly and raised his head.

Take a deep breath.

"This sword, Shen Tu, can slay gods."

"Heh, Godslayer?"

"Whoa!!"

Suddenly, golden flames ignited on the Shen Tu sword, its aura soaring into the sky.

At this moment, the boy's aura was like a towering building rising from the ground, with each layer of the building stacked higher and higher.

"boom!!"

Wei Tu gripped his sword and charged directly at the other man's body.

The witch god drew the blood-stained blade from his hand, and at the same time, the strands of hair on his head stabbed towards Wei Tu.

However, these strands of hair melted instantly upon contact with Shen Tu's blazing flames, leaving not even ashes.

He could only use his Blood Blade to clash with the opponent's sword.

However, at the very first moment of the collision, the Witch God was sent flying backward.

Stones were broken everywhere, and trees were flying all along the way.

The leaves burned in the air, leaving long furrows on the ground.

The sorcerer god, who had come to a stop after colliding with the cliff at the end, looked up in astonishment, peering at the other's figure through the smoke and dust.

"How is this possible..."

"boom!!"

But in the next instant, the boy, who was clearly not in his sight, arrived in a gust of wind!

The sorcerer raised his sword, but was instead rammed into the deep mountains.

Suddenly, the mountain range fell into utter silence.

next moment.

"Boom!!"

Countless explosions erupted from the mountains.

"puff!"

The figure of the sorcerer god flew out from the other side of the mountain range, carrying a body full of rubble.

And following behind was none other than the blood-soaked boy.

His disheveled hair, paired with his handsome face, made him appear exceptionally alluring, and beneath his cold expression, an aura of relentless vengeance emanated from him.

"thump……"

The sorcerer god fell into the water.

He stood up and watched the boy walk step by step into the rushing river.

Who are you?!

The boy held the long Shen Tu (a type of medicinal herb) at an angle.

"Wei Tu".

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The footsteps didn't sink underwater, but instead created ripples on the surface of the river.

It spreads out, not just as simple as ripples, but also as circles of energy spreading outwards.

The young man holding Shen Tu swayed slightly with his steps.

Upon hearing this simple answer, the shirtless, scarlet-haired man took a deep breath.

The anger in his eyes subsided slightly, as if he had only now remembered his identity and that he shouldn't lose his composure because of the sudden and inexplicable increase in strength of the young man in front of him.

This kind of mentality is equivalent to putting yourself on the same level as this boy. What makes him think he's so great?

He himself is a god; he is merely an outstanding cultivator...

Even if I am just one of its incarnations, there is no reason... absolutely no reason for me to be in such a sorry state because of this boy named Wei Tu!

Absolutely impossible!

He dropped the blood-stained blade in his hand, letting it sink into the riverbed.

The man, who had lowered his head slightly, looked at his reflection in the river, and the dark lines on his face began to glow red.

"Wei Tu... Hehe... I will remember this name. Many years after your death, I may often think of it..."

"But now... no matter who you are, no matter what your name is, you won't stand in my way, you can't be an obstacle to me..."

Wei Tu held the Divine Jade in his hand, and it was clear that the young man's breathing was not smooth either. He had used almost every move just now as if it were his last, and it could be said that he had given it his all.

There seems to be some remaining capacity, but not much.