A Contest Befitting the Rites of Zhou

Faced with Li Shun's blunt question, the monster did not grow angry.

Only the venomous snake hanging from Roushou's left ear suddenly stiffened its slick body, flicking its tongue as it stared fixedly at Li Shun.

"You wish to know my name..."

"Then that depends on whether you can pass the trial!"

Before the words had faded, the colossal axe that blazed with dazzling golden light came cleaving down upon him with the force to tear apart the void.

Li Shun's eyes flew wide open. In that instant, he felt as though the entire heaven and earth had collapsed and vanished.

As far as his eyes could see, there was only endless, murderous golden qi, transforming into hundreds of millions of peerlessly sharp swords that crisscrossed and roared as they ground everything to pieces. Before he could even form a single thought, Li Shun's soul had already been pierced through by ten thousand swords.

He jolted awake, his soul falling back into reality. Li Shun gasped for breath, only to see that enormous figure, large enough to blot out heaven and earth, still standing immovably where it had been. Roushou even retained his original posture, as though he had not moved in the slightest from beginning to end.

Yet the god looked down upon him and slowly shook his head. "Mortal, you are too weak. This is not a place for you to tread. Go back down the mountain." With that, without allowing Li Shun a word of protest, the red and azure horned dragons coiled beneath his feet raised their heads together and unleashed earth-shaking roars.

A vile wind laden with the aura of destruction swept toward him head-on. Before such heaven-and-earth might, Li Shun was like a speck of dust, an ant, utterly unable to steady himself. He