Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

Zhang Yang remained silent for a moment.

A sad barrier has formed between them.

I couldn't help but compare them in my mind.

Just hours earlier, the magician of the British Empire was still shouting "How could a human possibly kill a god?" and launching an attack against him.

The sorcerers and martial artists of the Chinese martial arts world, once they confirmed that he was a god-slayer, became completely obedient and compliant, never daring to utter a word of dissent.

"What exactly did Luo Hao do?" Zhang Yang asked Zhang Tianyang in a low voice. "It's okay, just tell me directly. I'm also considered a member of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom."

Oh right, once I get back, forget about Heavenly Father and Heavenly Brother, I'll be the King of Heaven!

From now on, listen to me completely.

Zhang Tianyang paused for a moment, then gave a bitter laugh: "The Holy Sect, no, the Demonic Sect leader has been famous for a hundred years. She is fierce and ruthless. Those who obey her prosper, and those who defy her perish. In the Chinese martial arts world, those who dared to disobey her will are no longer alive. The rest are naturally those who obey."

Zhang Yang nodded, not at all surprised.

Zhang Tianyang wanted to say something, but he didn't. He felt that the future of the Heavenly Father's family, far away in China, was probably uncertain, but then he thought, what does it have to do with him?

Between the one who kills the god and the son of the god (questionable), even a fool would know which to choose.

Immediately, Zhang Tianyang walked to the altar, which had been set up by more than a hundred sorcerers over the course of a day. The ground was covered with talismans and patterns, and dozens of small flags were planted around it.

Zhang Tianyang stood in the center of the altar, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and formed a hand seal.

Countless sorcerers around them also performed the ritual, making the whole process extremely complex.

"Heavenly spirits, earthly spirits—"

He suddenly opened his eyes, and his body began to tremble violently, as if something was entering his body.

His eyes rolled back, revealing a patch of white, and he let out a muffled roar.

"God of the Dao, please possess me—!"

A terrifying aura erupted from Zhang Tianyang.

It was the aura of a god, though it was less than one ten-thousandth of the original amount, but it was indeed the power of a deity that descended into this world through his body.

Then he guided this divine power and poured it downwards into the ground.

hum!

The earth began to tremble, and the runes and patterns on the ground lit up, emitting a dark golden light.

The small flags planted around the perimeter fluttered in the wind.

Crack! Boom!

The earth split open, and a pitch-black cave appeared in the center of the altar.

The surrounding sorcerers quickly retreated, afraid of falling in.

The edges of the cave are irregular, as if it had been torn open from underground by something.

The entrance to the cave was pitch black, and it was impossible to see how deep it was. All that could be felt was a cold wind blowing up from inside.

Zhang Tianyang was covered in sweat, knelt on the ground, and gasped for breath.

Invoking the gods had taken a huge toll on his body, and coupled with the need to guide divine power to open the Fairy Corridor, he was now completely exhausted, as if he had been pulled out of the water.

Zhang Yang walked to the edge of the cave entrance and looked down.

I can't see anything.

"Thank you all." He cupped his hands in thanks. "Consider it a favor I owe you."

Upon hearing this, those people's expressions changed drastically, and they hurriedly waved their hands:

"Your Majesty is too kind!"

"It is our honor to serve Your Majesty!"

"How could we possibly accept Your Majesty's favor..."

They all declined faster than anything else.

Zhang Yang sighed inwardly as he watched them, so afraid of being held accountable for their kindness.

Luo Hao's lesson has truly resonated with people.

He said no more, turned around, and stood at the edge of the cave entrance.

"I am leaving."

"Respectfully seeing off Your Majesty!"

A unified sound came from behind.

Zhang Yang leaped into the dark cave.

Chapter Thirty-Five: The Fairy Queen

boom!

Zhang Yang's feet landed on a soft patch of grass.

He straightened up and looked around.

The grass is vibrant and fresh, its leaves glistening with the morning dew, and wildflowers bloom in profusion, stretching as far as the eye can see to the horizon.

This is it. Spirit.

Yesterday in this world, he was surrounded and beaten by six black dwarfs, and his temple was almost shattered by a single kick.

Zhang Yang took a deep breath, and the energy in his dantian surged slightly, like a volcano that had been dormant for thousands of years, sensing the air above and slowly awakening. A surge of power flowed through his meridians to his limbs and bones.

Compared to yesterday, he's like a completely different person.

"Elisa has been taken somewhere..." (Group)

He muttered to himself, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings.

The Fairy Realm is vast.

It is so large that it has no boundaries.

Finding a person in this world where the spiritual is valued above the material is like finding a needle in a haystack.

Swish!

Zhang Yang's brow suddenly twitched.

On a whim.

This is an ability he discovered he possessed after becoming a god-slayer.

A clear and bright mind can foresee good and bad fortune, and danger will arise spontaneously.

Just now, he sensed something—a malicious aura approaching from afar.

He turned his head and looked to his left front.

The grass was swaying slightly.

A small green thing was skimming along the ground, moving quickly toward this side.

She is 25 centimeters tall, wearing green clothes and a pointed hat.

It was the same little dwarf who took Elsa away yesterday.

Zhang Yang smirked: "I was just looking for you."

The dwarf also saw him, his speed suddenly slowed down, then he stopped, stood still, looked up, and glared at Zhang Yang: "How are you still alive? Where are the other six?"

"I was just looking for you too."

Zhang Yang did not answer its question, but strode towards it.

Their pace was neither too fast nor too slow, like taking a stroll.

But with each step, the grass beneath their feet was trodden into a shallow depression, and the soil rose slightly in all directions.

This is the natural flow of power in the dantian, with the body unconsciously accumulating strength.

The dwarf's expression changed, and he shouted, "You're asking for death!"

Before the words were even finished, its body began to swell.

call--

It was as if something was pushing its body open from the inside.

The green skin expanded at a visible speed, the bones cracked and popped, and the muscles bulged as if being inflated.

Twenty-five centimeters became three meters.

A giant over three meters tall stood in front of Zhang Yang.

His body was covered in bulging muscles, his skin was dark green, and his veins were bulging, like the roots of an old tree wrapped around his body.

His face became ferocious and terrifying, with fangs protruding from the corners of his mouth and a scarlet light gleaming in his eyes.

It looked down at Zhang Yang from its high vantage point.

"Mortal! You think that just because you survived by chance, you can—"

boom!

Zhang Yang took a step forward.

The ground cracked, and grass clippings flew everywhere.

His figure left a trail of afterimages in the air, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of the giant.

With the five fingers of the right hand together, deliver a hook punch from bottom to top.

boom!

The moment the punch was thrown, the air was compressed into a sonic boom, like a thunderclap exploding in one's ears.

The force arrives before the fist.

The opponent's will will be intimidated by this momentum, and their reaction will be half a beat slower.

It involves using "imposing pressure" to create a time difference.

On the battlefield, a half-beat difference can mean the difference between life and death.

The giant clearly hadn't anticipated the speed of the punch. Having just transformed, its center of gravity wasn't fully adjusted, so it could only hastily raise its arm to block the blow.

Click!

Zhang Yang's fist slammed into the giant's forearm.

The sound of bones breaking exploded in the air.

The giant's arms bent outward at an unnatural angle, and the impact sent him sprawling backward, his feet leaving the ground before he crashed to the earth.

boom!

The ground shook, and a human-shaped dent was punched into the grass.

Zhang Yang took a few steps closer and looked down at the giant lying on the ground.

What's the use of getting bigger?

The giant's body began to shrink.

Like a deflated balloon, its three-meter-tall body rapidly shrank back to its original size of twenty-five centimeters, lying in the pit with its arms hanging limply at its sides and green blood spilling from the corner of its mouth.

Zhang Yang bent down, reached out, grabbed its neck, and lifted it out of the pit.

The little man struggled in his hand, but his arms, only the length of chopsticks, were no match for Zhang Yang's outstretched fingers.

"Impossible...impossible...you're clearly just a mortal...yesterday we beat you like a dog...how could you become a god-slayer in just one day..."

“A day is a long time.” Zhang Yang looked at it, his tone indifferent: “Tell me, where did you take Elsa?”

A flicker of panic crossed the dwarf's eyes, but it quickly turned into a ferocious glint:

"That foolish woman? Hahaha! She's already been taken to the master! The master will soon sacrifice her!"

As it spoke, it silently repeated it in its mind.