Lin Qiye's twin blades sliced through the air with ear-splitting cracks as they slashed straight at Loki's neck!
"Do mortal weapons think they can harm me?" Loki sneered, extending two fingers and sweeping them toward the edges of Lin Qiye's two straight blades!
Lin Qiye narrowed his eyes, and a streak of golden light flashed along the blades!
Golden blade light swept out like crescent moons, instantly illuminating a corner of the dim world. The moment the blade light touched Loki's fingertips, his expression changed. His figure vanished strangely from where he stood, as though he had never existed at all.
The two arcs of blade light cut through empty air. Lin Qiye frowned slightly and turned to look behind him.
Loki's expression had darkened. A bloody gash had appeared on the tips of his two fingers. He lowered his head to look at the blood flowing out, his eyes full of confusion as he looked at Lin Qiye.
"Those two broken blades actually managed to hurt me?" Loki frowned tightly. "And I just used 'trickery' to rewrite the reality in which you injured me. Why does the wound still remain?"
Lin Qiye let his hands hang naturally at his sides. Blood dripped from his blade tips onto the ground, one drop at a time, as he spoke expressionlessly:
"Mortal weapons cannot hurt you, so I hurt you;
You rewrote reality, so that wound cannot exist, yet it exists;
Overturning all that is unreasonable—this is a 'miracle.' This is the true Mortal Divine Domain.
Among all impossibilities, I am the sole possibility!"
He slowly raised his straight blade and pointed its tip at Loki. "Now, this mortal wishes to slay a god... Do you think that's possible?"
Loki narrowed his eyes, frowned in thought for a moment, then snorted coldly.