Kill Them All! The Sudden Appearance of the God of War

"Who exactly is that golden figure? He actually blocked a bullet with his bare hands."

Although this type of bullet cannot pierce the scales of a Lord Level monster, a human palm does not possess the terrifying defensive power of such a beast.

As long as one takes a solid hit, even a War God Level powerhouse would have their palm pierced through.

"It's fine, let's get into the city and hide first. I've already contacted my family; someone will be here to rescue us soon."

The blonde-haired white youth said, his voice trembling.

"Really!"

The two people beside him instantly showed expressions of joy.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a steel bar about two meters long pierced through the middle-aged man's head, driving straight into the concrete ground.

The terrifying force it carried caused his head to explode like a watermelon.

His body continued to charge forward for several dozen meters before finally collapsing with a thunderous crash.

"What are you running for?"

A voice as cold as biting frost rang out from the air behind them.

Li Qingxu could be seen treading on empty space, standing proudly, with a steel bar gripped in his left hand.

Enveloped in golden light, he appeared as brilliant and dazzling as a sun.

"He can fly! He really is a powerhouse beyond the War God Level!"

The blonde-haired white youth's expression changed drastically.

At this moment, the regret in his heart completely overwhelmed his consciousness.

If he had known, he never would have provoked that group of people.

How could such a monster be hiding among them!

"Quick..."

Beside him, there was another middle-aged white martial artist who was just about to shout for them to run.

A steel bar, whistling through the air, pierced through his mouth the moment he opened it.

"Bang!"

Just the same, his head exploded like a watermelon.

The tragic state of his two companions instantly caused the blonde-haired white youth to collapse.

"I... my uncle is a Councilor, please spare me!"

The blonde-haired white martial artist knelt on the ground, trembling, bowing his head as he spoke in a shaky voice.

"Oh, a Councilor, is he a powerhouse beyond the War God Level?"

Hearing that slowed-down voice, a glimmer of hope instantly appeared in the eyes of the kneeling white youth.

He knew it; with his uncle's strength, he would surely have some sway.

Even if this person was a powerhouse beyond the War God Level, he still had to fear his uncle.

"Huh?"

The white youth's mouth moved slightly, letting out a soft sound of confusion.

Why do I see the world spinning? Could it be that the people coming to save me have arrived?

The final image in his eyes, however, was that figure glowing with golden light, standing beside a headless body that was still kneeling on the ground.

"Those who kill shall be killed in turn."

Li Qingxu glanced at the head rolling to the side and whispered.

"Ding!"

Suddenly, a crisp metallic sound rang out.

Li Qingxu stood where he was, two fingers pinching a long sword that shimmered with a cold glint.

Behind him, a middle-aged man in a black combat suit was holding a long sword, thrusting it toward the back of his head.

It was at this moment that a booming sound erupted from the distance—the sound of a sonic boom.

It was clear just how terrifying the strength of this suddenly appearing man in the black combat suit was; his speed had already exceeded the speed of sound.

"Boom!"

The concrete ground beneath the two men instantly sank, blasted into a crater over ten meters wide by a terrifying force.

Yet, no matter how much effort the man in the black combat suit exerted, the long sword in his hand remained firmly pinched between Li Qingxu's fingers.

Clearly, if he could just thrust forward a few more centimeters, the tip of the sword would pierce the back of Li Qingxu's head.

But that short distance of a single centimeter felt as if the sword were locked in place by a terrifying force; it did not budge in the slightest.

Sensing something was wrong, the man in the black combat suit exerted sudden force, kicking toward the space between Li Qingxu's legs.

Yet Li Qingxu seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, stepping aside in advance to dodge.

His footwork possessed a sense of natural Dao, flowing like clouds and water, with the rhythm of the Dao swirling beneath his feet.

The man in the black combat suit was already fast enough, moving like a bolt of lightning, swift to the extreme, leaving behind a trail of afterimages.

The sword shadows brandished by the longsword in his hand looked as if hundreds of swords were attacking Li Qingxu simultaneously.

Anything made of metal or stone would have shattered, let alone a body of flesh and blood.

However, Li Qingxu's expression remained indifferent, moving like a shadow, his golden fists striking like raindrops, each one landing precisely on the longsword.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

Accompanying the metallic clashing sounds were sparks flashing in the air.

"Killing Sword Twelve!"

The man in the black combat suit let out a low shout, and the longsword in his hand seemed to truly transform into twelve physical blades.

The sword shadows formed by the twelve blades acted like a prison of light, trapping Li Qingxu within.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

Facing an offensive that resembled a sword domain, Li Qingxu merely swung his golden fists, smashing them out one by one.

The dense sword shadows twisted like an unstable space, and those golden fists were the source of the turmoil, unleashing a terrifying power that was truly shocking.

"Bang," "bang," "bang."

Twelve consecutive punches followed; nothing could block the golden fists, which surpassed the hardness of that longsword, proving his own body was the most powerful weapon.

After twelve strikes, the man in the black combat suit's Killing Sword Twelve was completely shattered, and the countless sword shadows rapidly dissipated into the air.

"You!"

The man in the black combat suit's eyes were filled with terror.

He could not believe that the secret technique he prided himself on had been broken so easily.

One had to know that his Killing Sword Twelve was capable of severely wounding even high-level lord-class monsters.

"Boom!"

Li Qingxu's body shimmered with a crystalline luster, like divine iron tempered a thousand times, indestructible.

His golden fists erupted with monstrous divine flames, forcibly shattering the longsword.

"What!"

The expression of the man in the black combat suit, the intermediate War God Wu Tutian, changed instantly.

This was an SS-grade weapon he had purchased from the War God Palace; it had suffered no damage even when fighting lord-class or beast-general-class monsters.

Only when battling SS-grade king-class monsters would the SS-grade weapon sustain minor damage.

And only after accumulating enough combat time, once the damage reached a certain level, would it ever break.

Yet now, an SS-grade longsword had actually been smashed to pieces by a pair of bare fists!

"Run!"

That was the only thought in Wu Tutian's mind.

This was no mere junior War God; this person was more terrifying than a lord-class monster.

Immediately, his figure darted swiftly through the forest of steel and concrete, his speed exceeding the speed of sound!

"Roar!"

"Awoo!"

In an instant, the frantic roars of monsters erupted throughout the entire city, as if the world had descended into chaos.

A massive number of low-level monsters began running everywhere, and for a time, the very earth trembled.

The number of monsters in the entire urban area was immense, numbering at least a hundred thousand, perhaps even approaching a million.

Among them were not a few low-level lord-class monsters, and faintly, it even seemed as though an intermediate lord-class monster was letting out a roar.

Wu Tutian's plan was clear: to incite the monsters throughout the city.

In this city, such a dense swarm of monsters would at least be able to hinder that man's progress.

Although this method might also land him in a desperate situation, it at least offered a glimmer of hope for survival.

That man's speed was similar to his own; if they were in an open area, he would be caught sooner or later, and at that point, his only fate would be to be beaten to death.

Thinking of the terrifying power of that golden-clad youth, his heart turned cold with fear.

How could a human body of flesh and blood be harder than SS-grade metal?