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thump -- thump -- thump --

It also became slower and slower.

Then, he felt it.

The surrounding energy.

Immense energy.

He could sense the energy in the crimson sea of ​​clouds, the energy in the Taoist temple, the energy on the ground, the energy in the sky, and even the energy on the Crimson Emperor's body.

They flow like rivers through this space.

The Vajra pestle in his hand was like a needle.

A needle capable of piercing any obstacle was used; the wrist was slightly rotated, and then the stick was thrust out.

The tip of the Vajra Pestle gleamed with a golden light.

The fire dragon charged headlong at him, its crimson head opening its massive maw and swallowing him whole!

Fierce!

Flames instantly enveloped Zhang Yang's entire body.

My skin was cracking, my flesh was melting, my bones were crackling, and intense pain surged through my body like a tidal wave, every nerve screaming.

pain!It hurts so much!

It felt like being thrown into a furnace, like being skinned alive!

But his gaze remained unwavering.

The firelight illuminated Zhang Yang's face, burned off his eyebrows, and blinded his left eye, but in his remaining right eye, a stubborn light still burned.

He stared intently ahead.

He stared intently at the Crimson Emperor's heart.

He charged through the fire dragon's body and passed through the barrier of flames.

The whole person was like a burning arrow, piercing through the dragon's head and exiting from its tail.

The golden tip grew larger and larger in the Crimson Emperor's eyes.

He felt no fear, no surprise, no admiration; He only felt—

anger!

He was furious to the extreme.

This mortal, this arrogant mortal, this mortal who dared to give the middle finger to the gods and say "bullshit" to the gods, he actually dared to rush up.

He actually dared to point at me with that broken stick?

What gives him the right?

What is he anyway?

An ant without even divine power! A piece of trash who hasn't even opened his dantian! A brat who can't even control his own emotions!

Does he fit too?

Does he even deserve to stab me?

simply--

This is outrageous! This is outrageous!!!

Enraged, the Crimson Emperor neither dodged nor evaded, but instead raised his hand and struck.

boom!

Lightning and fire erupted at the same instant, colliding and causing the world to lose its color.

The crimson sea of ​​clouds was shaken and spread in all directions. The eaves of the Taoist temple shattered on the spot, tiles flew everywhere, and walls collapsed.

The entire Taoist temple shook and trembled in the shockwave, emitting a wail of despair.

Rings of light spread out from the point of impact, clearing away the sea of ​​clouds within a radius of hundreds of feet.

Tick ​​tock!

Fresh blood gushed from the wound.

The Vajra Pestle pierced straight through the Red Emperor's heart.

The tip of the staff protruded from his back, stained with crimson-gold divine blood, which dripped down drop by drop.

The protective divine power... was not activated.

He was blinded by rage and poured all his strength into attacking, leaving none for defense.

He was furious.

Enraged, he forgot to defend himself, forgot that the mortal before him had already thrust out that club.

and so……

The tip of the stick pierced His heart.

The Crimson Emperor knelt on the ground, one hand supporting him on the ground, the other hand covering his chest. Divine blood gushed from between his fingers, flowing down his arm and dripping into the crimson sea of ​​clouds, evaporating into wisps of white vapor.

Zhang Yang, who caused all of this, is also suffering.

His body was charred beyond recognition, his skin cracked, flesh mangled, bones exposed, and even his head had been smashed to ashes by a single punch, yet he still maintained his charging stance.

Whoosh!

Flames and black smoke formed a human-shaped silhouette, and the flamboyant soul seemed to still be looking at the Crimson Emperor.

This is the Fairy Realm, a world where the soul precedes matter. Even if the body is reduced to charcoal and the head has fallen, the boy's soul still stands, staring intently at his enemy.

But so what?

"Great Vajrabhairava! Come out!"

The Crimson Emperor was furious!

"I am here." The voice of Yamantaka echoed in the void.

"Is this your masterpiece?"

"I didn't mean it." (Group)

"Not intentional?" The Crimson Emperor's voice turned icy. "He was just a mortal! How could he possibly pierce my heart! Isn't this the divine power of wisdom you left in his mind?"

“Indeed… it is the power of wisdom.” Yamantaka’s voice was even more helpless. “But I never expected that he could use it to this extent.”

"This Star Realm is a world where the spirit transcends the material. It stores all the information about everything that has happened since the birth of the universe, and everything that could have happened."

"And my divine wisdom and power just happen to allow him to access this information."

"In that instant, he read enough information from the Star Realm to know how to manipulate divine power and how to use the divine artifacts in his hands. Then he transformed the last bit of divine power remaining from my wrath into lightning and pierced your heart."

The Crimson Emperor was also shocked: "How could a mortal like him possibly achieve such a feat?"

"Because he entered a state of no thought and no mind." The voice of Yamantaka carried a hint of emotion: "At that moment, he thought of nothing, remembered nothing, and feared nothing."

"He was simply someone who thrust out that baton."

"Moreover, you underestimated your opponent."

Yamantaka added, “You were angered by him and your mind was in turmoil. You underestimated him and thought he couldn’t hurt you. Your protective divine light wasn’t working at all.”

"That's why he was able to pierce you."

"Lord Crimson Emperor, you have lost. You have been defeated by a mortal."

The Crimson Emperor snorted coldly: "A mere fatal wound."

"I am the god who taught mankind to cultivate the land with fire and taste all kinds of herbs."

"This injury will heal in no time."

"You have no chance now," the voice of Yamantaka suddenly became distant, "because that demoness has arrived."

Click click click click—

The sound of gears turning came from all directions, like some kind of precision machinery in operation.

Then, a female voice joined their conversation.

"Wow, what a wonderful battle!"

Somewhat lively, somewhat unserious, seemingly frivolous and playful.

"Even the Crimson Emperor has been affected by his anger."

"In the final attack, he was completely driven by rage and launched an attack a thousand times stronger. He could have been killed with just one ten-thousandth of his divine power. Wouldn't it have been better to use the rest of his divine power for defense?"

Was it intentional or accidental?

The Crimson Emperor snorted coldly: "The fact that you, this witch, are here means that I have also become a sacrifice for this brat to achieve his hegemony, doesn't it?"

"That's right, I'm very satisfied with this battle. It's a battle that pleases me, and Uncle has no objections!" The flippant female voice became somewhat excited:

"So, I'll make an announcement."

"This is where my fourth child was born."

The moment the words fell, Zhang Yang's burning soul was extinguished, and his charred body, like an old tree reborn in spring, began to grow new flesh and blood.

"Come, bestow your blessings and hatred upon this child! The fourth god-slayer, destined to be the youngest demon king, offer this child your sacred words!"

Chapter Thirty: London Under the Relentless Attacks of the Godslayer

Viscount Gerald felt that his day had been absolutely outrageous—outrageous beyond belief.

Last night, he had just lain down in bed, ready to get a good night's sleep.

"Western barbarians have stolen our Yi Dao..."

A woman's angry roar nearly ripped the roof off his house.

Gerald sprang out of bed and slammed his head against the ceiling.

"What's going on?!"

He rushed to the window, pushed it open, and leaned out.

Then he saw that in the distance, the iron lampposts on the street were melting.

As if corroded by something, a layer of green algae appeared on the surface of the iron rod, and then decomposed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

clang!

The lamppost fell to the ground and broke into several pieces. Then, the iron gate began to rust, the iron wheels began to rot, and the chimney began to collapse...

Gerald: "..."

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Before he could process the loss, another loud bang came from the sky.

Boom!

Dark clouds gathered from all directions, blotting out the sun, and then a torrential downpour began.

The rain was ridiculously heavy; the raindrops pounded against the windows, making a "pitter-patter" sound, as if someone were pouring water down from the sky.

"Awooo—"

Countless wolf howls echoed from every corner of London, one after another, like a whole pack of wolves roaming through the city.

Gerald closed the window and leaned against it.

"Okay, at least I don't have to guess who did it anymore. My God, I thought he would be a little less troublesome when he saw an interesting woman, but I didn't expect the disaster to be even bigger."

Gerald is a magician and also a friend of the infamous Voban (as he claims), though Voban doesn't deny it and simply watches his performance with interest.

Therefore, Gerald knew that a terrifying entity existed in this world—

God-killer.

They were originally mortals, but by chance, they killed the gods in the sky and used their power at will, while the humans on earth were powerless to resist them.

The Papacy was incredibly powerful in Europe, possessing miracles and magic that Gerald dared not even dream of, yet Voban killed an angel right in front of them, without uttering a single word.