Above the heavens.
The body of Set, the God of Yellow Sand, was shattered by sword energy and fell into the endless mist. Even in death, his eyes remained fixed ahead in terror, his face filled with disbelief.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Zhou Ping lowered his head and coughed violently.
Bang, bang, bang—!!
Thick blood mist burst from his body. His flesh, skin, organs, and bones were transforming into laws at an astonishing speed, scattering through the air.
After that strike, two-thirds of his body had already vanished.
Now, Zhou Ping held his sword in one hand, with nothing left below his chest.
The Power of Law wielded in that strike had been too immense. Even though it had only been one strike, it was not something his body could withstand. But its effect was obvious...
That strike had killed a god.
A smile appeared on Zhou Ping's blood-stained face.
He had done it.
He was the first person in human history to enter the realm of the Mortal World Sword Immortal, the first to leave behind laws upon the Great Dao, and the first to slay a god...
In those brief few minutes, he had made history several times, but he did not care much about any of it.
What he cared about was that he had not broken his word.
He had fulfilled half of that promise.
Holding his sword in one hand, Zhou Ping slowly turned his gaze toward the God of Wind beside him, narrowing his eyes.
Having witnessed Set's death firsthand, Shu, the God of Wind, was still splattered with his blood. He had yet to recover from that earth-shaking strike, his mind still frozen at the moment Set had been cut down...
Even though it had happened right before his eyes, he still could not