A strange atmosphere filled the sea. The eyes of the sons of gods, who were afraid of each other and even hostile to each other, wandered around. Most of them frowned slightly and quietly retreated behind the crowd.

They are just here to see if there is any bargain to be found. If there is, of course it would be great, but if there is not, there is no need to force it.

After all... the person opposite had just led a fleet to hunt down a [Poseidon] monster!

Killing gods with a fifth-level body, even with the support of a fleet, this achievement is really terrifying!

Even if they are the proud ones of heaven, if they don't use the divine posture, it will be difficult for them [now] to compete with a real god of the sea in the sea!

Thinking of this, everyone turned their attention to the boy in white floating on the sea.

He was dressed in a snow-white brocade robe that was flying in the sea breeze, and there was a faint smile hanging on his unbelievably handsome face, which formed a sharp contrast with the terrifying dark gold sword in his hand that was constantly devouring light.

Different from the tiny body, in the sky behind him, a majestic and ferocious black dragon stretches its body in the clouds, looking down at the world with cruel and greedy eyes, as if the shadow of a young man is reflected in the sky, creating a suffocating sense of terror and oppression.

Coming like a tsunami.

The harmless appearance of humans and animals contrasts with the inner destructive spiritual will. Elegance and brutality are perfectly integrated in him. Just looking at him, the contradictory emotions of longing and fear can't help but interweave in everyone's hearts.

But he quickly broke away from his supernatural power. Everyone observed carefully, and various information echoed in their minds, and they quickly locked in his identity.

One of the thirty-six S-level supreme saints, the incarnation of bravery, the god of war and massacre, the eternal conqueror, the pillar of the empire, Damin [Wu Anjun], [Champion Hou], [Liu Yin Zhuguo]...

Zhao Yinshun...

After understanding the opponent's identity, everyone vaguely figured out why the [Ferocious God Bea] from the Olympus Protoss had just rushed forward without thinking.

In addition to his own recklessness, he may also have sensed the contradiction in the priesthood, and instinctively produced hostile impulses.

After understanding this, more Sons of God chose to retreat and wait, exposing some hesitant and struggling people in the front row.

You have competition in the priesthood, but we don’t. I hope you can fight and die more...

The Sons of God who were watching on the sidelines slowly withdrew from the battlefield, but did not go far. After retreating to a safe distance, they stopped and gloated, obviously waiting for a good show.

Seeing that these cowardly leeks actually wanted to run away, Zhao Yinshun moved slightly, but he suppressed his impulse in an instant.

Not far behind him, a ball of divine flame was burning and transforming violently, with a hazy humanoid outline looming in it.

Forget it, leeks will grow again after being cut. There are only one subordinate whom you have worked so hard to train, so you might as well play it safe and spare their lives.

Holding the sword flower lightly, Zhao Yinshun frowned slightly unwillingly. His subtle movements and emotional changes were captured in an instant. Everyone looked at the divine flame behind him with enlightenment, and suddenly had an idea.

"The pillar of the Damin Empire, Lord Wu'an, Zhao Yinshun, I am the Fusang Empire..."

A warrior wearing ghost-faced armor emerged from the crowd, but before he could finish his opening remarks, Zhao Yinshun raised his eyebrows, and a terrifying dark black light erupted from his eyes.

The destructive sword intent overwhelms all living beings, and even the dark gold black dragon in the sky squirms ferociously, with a heart-stopping dull roar emitting from its throat.

The unparalleled sense of oppression forcibly interrupted the ghost-faced warrior's words. Zhao Yinshun raised his eyes and stared at him quietly.

"How dare a small foreign country claim to be emperor? You don't overestimate your capabilities..."

"you!"

Although suppressed by the divine power, the ghost-faced warrior was still so angry that his eyes were like bells, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he was forced back by Zhao Yinshun.

"Fusang has received the emperor's favor for generations. Not only does he not think about repaying it, but he also disobeys his superiors and creates chaos. He invades my country that has adhered to duties and tributes for 800 years. Do you really think that the sword of the heaven is harmful to me?!"

He raised his sword and pointed, and the destructive black light rippled like water, filling the heaven and earth in an instant. The sons of gods facing Zhao Yinshun shuddered, and even felt a hint of coldness in their bones.

The ghost-faced warrior who was pointed directly by the sword was even more out of breath. Cold sweat gradually broke out on his forehead, and he couldn't even utter any retort.

The fist holding the handle of the sword was so clenched that it turned white. The ghost-faced warrior gritted his teeth, wanting to communicate with his future self and kill him. However, seeing the young man in white who was still able to do so with ease, he chose to endure the pressure of the destructive sword intent.

.

This is a battle of faces between two empires. Whoever uses power beyond [now] first will lose!

"Since you have committed the first offense, I order all of you to return home, reduce your title, compensate Shen Liyi for her losses, and send envoys to pay tribute to the Heavenly Dynasty. If you disobey the order, I will lead the army to quell it!"

The faint words shook the sea and the sky, and the terrifying dark gold black dragon stirred its body in the sky, setting off a violent energy tide. It seemed to respond to the movements of its main body and let out a majestic roar that was inaudible to the human ear.

"brute……"

Suppressed to the point of collapse, the Ghost-Faced Warrior finally couldn't hold it any longer, and roared to call to himself at the other end of the river of time, and a dark ghostly figure appeared behind him, blocking out the sky and the sun.

Qiang~

The beautiful silver-white samurai sword came out of its sheath with a bang, but the blade was just halfway out when the whole person's movements suddenly froze.

A pure black sword as thin as a cicada's wings swept across the sea at a speed that could not be reacted, and drew an undetectable black line on the throat of the ghost-faced warrior.

The divine power that had not yet fully arrived came to an abrupt end, and a hot and violent anger came from the void. A bright red torii appeared out of thin air and absorbed the Ghost Faced Warrior into it.

deprive creation

【God】987

【Min】1023

【Power】1588

【Origin·Essence】0.1

【Qi】857

【Body】1312

【Root Bone】71

【Comprehension】16

【Charm】21

【Qualification】39

Absorbing the original substance of [Dragon of Echigo·Chiyo Uesugi], the mythical bloodline [Pure Yang Blood] evolves.

【Body】【Essence】27.5%→30%

[Root Bone] [Charm] 27.5% → 30%

Holding a sword in one hand and grasping the sky with the other, the source of the sky flowed into Zhao Yinshun's palm, turning into a "miracle" that no one else could observe.

Seeing the [God] who was much stronger than the previous two reckless men, the boy in white curled his lips slightly.

A little smart, but not much...

His sudden and strange sword move startled everyone. The mysterious Jian Gang was almost unable to react, without any movement of raising his hand. As if with a thought, Jian Gang had already passed over the enemy.

Compared to swordsmanship, this... is more like a spell!

The minds of the melon-eating people in the periphery were in a mess, and their heads were full of question marks.

Didn’t Damin’s Wu Anjun practice [Martial Arts]?

Why is the battle completely different from what was expected? This style of following words and using swords is more like a legal god who has broken through the [divine barrier].

Wait... legal system?

Blinking their eyes, the melon-eating crowd silently retreated a few hundred meters. The safe distance they originally thought seemed insufficient now.

But in this way, it seemed a bit awkward for the Sons of God to stay where they were. For a while, they could neither advance nor retreat. They could only secretly exchange glances, hoping that someone would stand out and take the lead.

However, two unlucky men sacrificed their lives to test Wu Anjun's fighting power, and no one was willing to pave the way for future generations...

Just from the two sword moves they had glimpsed just now, they could clearly understand how powerful the opponent was.

It didn't look like a rookie who was one level below them, but rather like a high-ranking god who was one level above them!

In the blink of an eye, two B-level Sons of God, who were by no means weak in the [Saints List], fell quietly without even releasing their divine postures!

The scene of killing without any chance of fighting back feels simpler than killing a chicken!

The Sons of God belonging to different forces were like a piece of scattered sand. Even though they knew they could conquer each other together, they were unwilling to take the possible risks, so the situation completely froze.

On the other side, Zhao Yinshun withdrew his regretful gaze from the coward Leek, looking at the few people who were awkwardly there, and twitched the corners of his mouth with a half-smile.

"I just asked, who else?"

He raised his sword and pointed at it. Wherever the dark gold sword's edge passed, everyone was forced to breathe with a heavy sense of oppression.

After waiting for a long time and seeing no response, Zhao Yinshun sneered.

"Fighting but not fighting, running but not running away, being timid, are you here to make fun of me?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expression suddenly changed, and endless anger suddenly surged in their hearts.

But facing their furious gazes, Zhao Yinshun suppressed them with an even more horrifying and cruel gaze.

"The hyenas on the grassland will covet the lion's prey, but they forget that in the eyes of the lion, they are also a group of moving food..."

The [God] attribute with a total of nearly 80,000 points resonates and vibrates, combined with the [Essence] attribute that contains rules, turning into a dark divine light on the sword's edge.

Lifting the dark gold sword and swiping it gently, the sea slowly opened, revealing a "canyon" several kilometers long, more than one meter wide, and bottomless.

A huge "wound" appeared on the liquid sea surface. The seawater could not heal for a long time due to the distortion of the rules. Instead, it was torn open more and more by invisible forces...

"I've already eaten a lot today, and that's why I let you wander around in front of me, so... don't regard my kindness as weakness..."

Drawing the ground as a prison, the terrifying sword intent formed a thin barrier to isolate the two sides. Zhao Yinshun whispered softly and turned away, leaving everyone with a slender and upright back.

Seeing the God-like power in front of them, and the young man's meaningful words echoing in their ears, everyone's emotions surged in their chests, and they were both shocked and angry.
To be continued...