Lin Xuan landed, wisps of smoke rising from the two swords in his hands, traces left as they cooled from the intense heat.
His hair stood slightly on end from static electricity, and a few lingering arcs still crackled around his body.
Lin Xuan tilted his head back, his gaze piercing the clouds to look straight at the figure high in the sky, seemingly seated atop the clouds.
"Hey, you up there playing with electricity."
Lin Xuan raised Oto, pointing its tip straight at the heavens, an insolent grin spreading across his face. His voice was not loud, yet it echoed clearly throughout the airspace.
"Was dropping that little firecracker your way of saying hello? Wash your neck and wait. I'm coming up to cut you down."
Dead silence.
The entire White-White Sea seemed to come to a standstill.
Everyone on the battlefield seemed to have lost the ability to speak, from Wyper to Gan Fall in the sky.
Their eyes widened so far that their corners almost split.
This madman...
He had split divine punishment apart, and now he actually wanted to... cut down a god?
The clouds high above seemed to stop moving for a moment at his provocation. The previously casual rumbling of thunder suddenly grew oppressive and heavy, like the low growl of some enormous creature on the verge of being enraged.
Meanwhile, in the direction of the distant temple on Upper Yard, several figures rushed frantically through the forest toward the divine throne.
Chapter 65: A Meal in Exchange for Cutting Down a God?
God's Island, Upper Yard.
The shrine that had stood for four hundred years was particularly restless today.
Hurried footsteps shattered the usual silence of the temple corridors.
Four figures rushed past vine-entwined stone pillars and stopped before an enormous curtain.
"God