This sense of despair and suffocation made even Loki seem like a native god who could only play petty tricks before Him.
Wu Quan slowly rose to his feet. Looking down at Lin Qiye, he spoke leisurely:
"Few have made me strike twice. You are the only human. Unfortunately, you will never have another chance to use such petty tricks..."
"Petty tricks?" Crimson blood seeped from the corner of Lin Qiye's mouth. He coughed as he slowly rose from the ground, sneering. "If they really were just petty tricks... why would the Key of Doors specifically send you here from two thousand years in the future?
The Key of Doors noticed me. You were willing to sever one of your own fingers just to return and kill me... That means what I am about to do in this era will threaten all of you... doesn't it?
You... are afraid of me?"
"Afraid?" Wu Quan sneered. "You think too highly of yourself, Lin Qiye. I admit that there are indeed some extraordinary things within you... but so what? I failed to kill you last time, but this time... can that guy still come out and help you?"
Wu Quan lifted a fingertip, and Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi violently tore free from Lin Qiye's back. It spun half a circle through the air before slashing across Lin Qiye's chest. A savage bloody gash ran from his collarbone to his lower abdomen, nearly splitting him in half!
Lin Qiye's expression twisted horribly. Blood splashed wildly onto the ground, yet even after suffering two fatal wounds, he remained standing upon the earth. His eyes fixed on Wu Quan before him as he let out an enraged roar and threw his clenched right fist!
Bang—!!
Wu Quan's head was blasted apart by that punch. Blood and white matter