In fact, Hao Ren had never expected the Godslayer Sword, that useless chatterbox, to truly stay quiet from the beginning—normally, the thing could only remain peaceful for three minutes, let alone now, when there was another weapon of the same origin desperately clashing with it here. So after the Godslayer Sword spoke up, Hao Ren gave up entirely. He simply treated it as carrying background music with him, did his best to keep his mind calm, and continued relentlessly beating down August VII.
The teeth-grating sound of space tearing rang out without end. Gravity fell out of balance, optics became chaotic, and the passage of time alternated between fast and slow. Amid the constant collisions between the two Godslayer Swords, the battlefield between Hao Ren and August VII gradually evolved into a delusional zone where the laws were disordered and all patterns had vanished. The Godslayer Sword's destructive range might not be as terrifying or vast as artillery plowing across the land, but within its limited area, the level of power it stirred up far exceeded any weapon a mortal could understand. Hao Ren possessed a demigod's body, while August VII possessed Lockmadon's "blessing," allowing them to survive in such an environment—but to everyone else, this place had already become a forbidden zone!
And amid the ceaseless clashes between the two "weapons," the Godslayer Sword, Stabber Layman, never stopped its incessant chatter:
"Hey, buddy, why aren't you saying anything? Why do you look exactly like me? Do you know who made the two of us?"
"Hey, let me tell you, I gave myself a title. It's Stabber Layman. Do you know what a layman means? It means someone who's especially awesome..."
"Hao Ren, to be honest, all this fighting and killing won't solve the problem. Look, this old man in