The Wild Hunter True God's head rolled off his neck. Freed from the restraint of his laws, green Divine Blood sprayed wildly through the void.
A complete set of Lesser True God Divine Armor and several pungent Poison Divinity Fragments dropped out.
Qin Chuan scooped up the spoils with his left hand and stuffed them into his Space Backpack. In his right, he held the pitch-black Moment of Utmost Darkness and flicked the green blood from its blade.
The entire rush and instant kill had taken less than half a second.
The remaining dozens of True Gods froze in place. Several who had been about to charge into melee stopped dead in their tracks.
That was what he called exhausted?
That was what he called being unable to maintain his laws in physical form?
Not a trace of energy had escaped from that slash. They had not even heard the blade cut through the air. Their companion, a True God like them, had lost his head before his defenses could even activate.
There was something seriously wrong with that black dagger!
"Fall back! Keep your distance!" The Vice Commander of Heaven Country finally reacted. He raised his greatsword across his body and roared at the top of his lungs.
Dozens of figures retreated frantically, leaving long afterimages in the void.
Even they could see it now. This Origin Realm native was not weak at all. He had only pretended to be so because vaporizing them with laws on a massive scale would waste too much loot. He had lured them down to fight him up close!
They were True Gods, accustomed to ruling from on high with the power of life and death over entire star regions. Now they were being treated like loot mobs to be farmed.
The Vice