I Am Not Worthy

In the Heavenly Immortal Realm, Xu Ying rode sword light at incredible speed, shooting in through the back of a fleeing Otherworldly God and bursting out through its front.

That Otherworldly God exploded with a boom, its fleshly body and Primordial Spirit shattering across the ground. Yin Yuanzi was peerlessly powerful, but his successor did not possess such terrifying strength. Faced with Xu Ying and the Immortal Slaying Remnant Sword, he had no power to resist at all.

"The last Otherworldly God has finally been eliminated!"

Only then did Xu Ying have time to notice his surroundings, and he could not help sucking in a cold breath.

The Heavenly Immortal Realm looked like a colossal slaughterhouse formed from the Primordial Spirits of ancient gods. One towering and majestic ancient-god Primordial Spirit after another strode forward, walking between heaven and earth.

Their legs were like pillars holding up the sky. When they walked, their raised feet stirred the wind and clouds, while each step landing was like an earthquake, creating astonishing commotion.

Their palms descended from the sky, wreathed in thunder and fire caused by tearing through space. Wherever they passed, no one could withstand them.

The Dragon Immortals fleeing like headless flies were seized by them one after another, bursting apart and turning into nourishment.

This harvest was cruel and savage, but to these ancient-god Primordial Spirits, it seemed utterly mundane—so mundane that they were accustomed to it, merely carrying out their daily work without haste.

"Destroy the Otherworldly Gods!"

Beside Xu Ying, the Immortal Slaying Sword grew excited—more excited than Xu Ying himself. A murderous consciousness flowed from the sword, as though the Immortal Slaying Sword were whispering.

The broken sword urged Xu Ying on: "Slay them! Extract their memories and search for information about my master!"

Xu Ying