"Slaughter a god, this guy actually wants to slaughter a god?"
When Ye Xuan's arrogant and domineering words entered the ears of the surrounding people, they couldn't help but be shocked. Their gazes towards Ye Xuan were filled with undisguised shock and astonishment.
Very few people in the Western Asura World dared to say the word "God Slaying" because the word "God" referred to the thirty-six gods of the Western Asura World.
To slaughter a god meant to kill them. This was undoubtedly a declaration of war against them.
In the past, because of this abnormally arrogant fellow who threatened to slaughter a god, he was besieged by thirty-six gods and fell. Even his family was destroyed.
It could be said that the word "God Slaying" was a forbidden word in the Western Asura World!
Now that Ye Xuan had threatened to slaughter a god in front of so many gods, how could they not be shocked and shocked?
This fellow was openly provoking the gods present. He was simply too arrogant!
Wasn't this fellow afraid that the Raging Flames War God, Nibelu, the God of Calamity, Baruch, and the others would kill him?
At this moment, everyone turned their heads at the same time and looked at the God of Calamity, Baruch, the Raging Flames War God, Nibelu, the Snow Goddess, Alice, and the Sin God. Sure enough, after hearing Ye Xuan's words, their expressions became extremely cold and unsightly.
Surging killing intent spread out from their bodies.
"This kid said he wants to slaughter a god? What do you think? "
The Raging Flames War God, Nibelu, coldly stared at Ye Xuan as he coldly spoke.
"Kill him, of course!"
The God of Calamity, Baruch, the God of Sin, and the others replied with ice-cold expressions.
"Then who did it?"
The Snow Goddess, Alice, smiled coldly and said with an indifferent expression.
"Damn, I want him to know the power of a god …"
The God of Greed, Proust, replied with a cold expression.
The instant his words left his mouth, his feet abruptly exerted force, and a violent force surged out. His body flew out, descended from the sky, and landed firmly in front of Ye Xuan, causing dust to fill the sky.
He stared cruelly at Ye Xuan as bloodthirsty words came out of his mouth, "Brat, do you think that just because you defeated a bunch of trash, you have the qualifications to challenge us, and you even want to slaughter a god? Let me tell you, anyone who wants to slaughter a god is dead! "
"But I will live!"
Ye Xuan expressionlessly stared at the God of Greed, Proust, and coldly replied.
"No … I won't die, and I'll die a horrible death!"
The God of Greed, Proust, stuck out his bright red tongue and licked his lips, his face full of mockery and cruelty.
"Boom!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he moved!
His figure was like lightning as he fiercely charged towards Ye Xuan. He instantly appeared in front of Ye Xuan, and his claw that was surrounded by grey astral energy fiercely grabbed towards Ye Xuan's throat with a strong killing intent, leaving behind a series of afterimages.
Behind them, a Ghost God with a greedy look on its face appeared.
Greedy Ghost Hands!
This guy was cunning and ruthless, showing no mercy.
A cold voice came out from the mouth of the God of Greed, Proust, "Die!"
"Die? Do you think you can kill me with your insignificant skills? "
A hint of disdain appeared on Ye Xuan's face when he heard the words of the God of Greed, Proust, and looked at the greedy ghost hand that was grabbing at him. He quietly opened his Yin and Yang Eyes of Ice and Fire as he coldly spoke.
The eye technique, Ice and Fire Illusion, was suddenly unleashed!
Following Ye Xuan's use of the Ice and Fire Illusion, the pupils of the God of Greed, Proust, who was charging towards Ye Xuan, suddenly constricted. His body quietly paused, and his eyes instantly lost their original color. They became dim and lifeless, completely at a loss.
However, the God of Greed, Proust, was a top expert after all. He quickly recovered from Ye Xuan's illusion, and the Ice and Fire Illusion only trapped him for an instant.
However, it was that instant that gave Ye Xuan the perfect opportunity to attack!
In that instant, he strangely dodged the attack of the God of Greed, Proust, and appeared beside him. He waved the dragon blade in his hand and slashed towards his head.
"Humph!"
A strong sense of danger filled the heart of the God of Greed, Proust, causing his expression to turn ice-cold. He snorted coldly and wanted to lean back to dodge, but Ye Xuan suddenly changed his move.
He quickly pressed the half-release button of the Dragon Blade. A bright black light suddenly bloomed, and endless black and white chains burst out of the Dragon Blade at this moment, depriving the God of Greed, Proust's vision and senses, and engulfing his body.
Initial Release of the Dragon Blade - Black White Heavenly Lock!
When the God of Greed, Proust, came back to his senses, his entire body had already been bound by the powerful Black White Heavenly Lock, causing his expression to become extremely unsightly, and he was unable to move at all.
Up until now, no one had been able to dodge the Black White Heavenly Lock that Ye Xuan had suddenly released!
Even the God of Greed, Proust, had fallen into a trap!
He struggled violently, wanting to break free from the Black White Heavenly Lock, but to no avail. The Supreme Force in his body could not be activated at all, as if his cultivation had been crippled and he had become an ordinary person.
This was the true terror of the Black White Heavenly Lock. It could suppress the Supreme Force and cultivation in a martial artist's body. Once hit, it would be equivalent to waiting for death.
"Stop struggling, it's useless. So far, no one has been able to break free from the Black White Heavenly Lock!"
Just as the God of Greed, Proust, was violently struggling to break free from the Black White Heavenly Lock, an ice-cold voice quietly rang out.
As this voice rang out, the God of Greed, Proust, felt a chill run down his spine. A strong sense of danger filled his heart, causing all the hairs on his body to involuntarily stand on end.
He raised his head with difficulty to look ahead, only to discover that Ye Xuan had strangely appeared in front of him. He held a bloodthirsty demon sword in his hand and was looking down at him from above, as if he was a god of death.
He felt like a lamb about to be slaughtered.
Death was smiling and waving at him.
"You … What do you want?
"He could no longer maintain his divine arrogance. He stared at Ye Xuan in fear as words of shock came out of his mouth.
"What else can I do? Of course I'll kill you!
"Ye Xuan placed the demon sword on his neck as cold and emotionless words came out of his mouth.
The ice-cold feeling coming from his neck caused the God of Greed, Proust, to tremble violently. A hoarse and dry voice came out of his mouth, "No …." Don't kill me! "
"I'm sorry, I can't do it. You and I have a grudge. Today, you must die!"
However, the reply he got was Ye Xuan's cold and emotionless words.
"We have enmity? What enmity can we have? I... I don't even know you, brother, you must have recognized the wrong person. Don't kill me, I beg of you, don't kill me, I can do anything you want me to do, I don't want to die … "
Feeling Ye Xuan's gaze, hearing his ice-cold words, and looking at his emotionless eyes, the God of Greed, Proust, spoke with a terrified expression on his face as he begged for mercy.
"Recognize the wrong person? "Don't worry, I won't recognize the wrong person. Actually, we've known each other for six years …"
A sneer appeared on Ye Xuan's face as he coldly spoke.
"We've known each other for six years? "That's impossible. I'm sure that I've never seen you before, nor have I offended you. Bro, you've really recognized the wrong person. Really …"
The God of Greed, Proust, was on the verge of tears.
"Seeing that you're about to die, I'll tell you a secret." Ye Xuan expressionlessly said.
"What secret?" The God of Greed, Proust, asked subconsciously.
"Actually, I'm the Demon Lord. I'm not dead!"
Ye Xuan moved his mouth close to the God of Greed's ear as he spoke at a moderate pace.
"What? You're a demon …"
Hearing Ye Xuan's words, the expression of the God of Greed, Proust, greatly changed. His pupils shrank to the size of needles, his eyes widened, and his mouth gaped wide open. His face was filled with shock as he looked at Ye Xuan as if he'd seen a ghost …
"Swish …"
Just as he was about to speak, the sharp demon sword easily cut through his throat before he could finish speaking. Fresh blood spurted out, and the sound of gears turning inside the dragon blade rang out. The Black Sky Chain that was wrapped around the God of Greed, Proust, quickly returned to the inside of the dragon blade …
The black light barrier that surrounded Ye Xuan and the others gradually dissipated, and Ye Xuan's figure once again appeared in everyone's line of sight.
His left hand held the magic sword that was dripping with blood, and his right hand held the dazzling dragon blade. He stood straight, and the God of Greed, Proust, who was originally looking down on everything, had his eyes wide open. He fell heavily in front of Sui Xiong, and a wound appeared on his neck. Blood kept flowing out, and he looked like he had died with a grievance!
Looking at Ye Xuan, who was completely unharmed, and the God of Greed, Proust, who had died in front of him with his eyes wide open, the expressions of everyone present greatly changed. They blankly stared at Ye Xuan with shock in their hearts, unable to say anything for a long time.
The scene was deathly silent. Only the sounds of people sucking in cold air and swallowing saliva could be heard.
That... The supreme God of Greed, Proust, had actually … Actually … Actually died, killed by that fellow?
The huge contrast between Ye Xuan, who was standing straight in front of them, and Ye Xuan, who was lying in a pool of blood with his eyes open, caused everyone present to be inexplicably shocked.
Some people even suspected that they were hallucinating. They quickly rubbed their eyes and discovered that the scene in front of them hadn't changed at all, causing them to be inexplicably shocked!
In the next moment, an uproar of disbelief came out from the mouths of the people present.
"F * ck, that kid actually killed the God of Greed, Lord Proust?"
"Is this scene in front of me real or fake? Am I hallucinating?
"What happened in the Black Light Barrier just now? The God of Greed, Proust, actually died?"
"What a terrifying fellow. He actually killed the God of Greed in front of everyone's eyes!"
"Just now, he said that he wanted to slaughter a god, but now he actually slaughtered a god!"
The faces of the Blazing War God, Niebel, the God of Sin, Pandozhi, the God of Destruction, Mokdo, the God of Disaster, Baruch, and the Ice Goddess, Alice, all changed drastically. They stared blankly at the God of Greed, Proust, who had died in a pool of blood, unable to recover for a long time.
"Damn it, how could this be? What did that brat do to be able to kill Proust? "
An exasperated voice came from the mouth of the God of Sin, Pan Duozhi.
He had a good relationship with the God of Greed, Proust. Now that the God of Greed, Proust, was dead, he found it hard to accept.
"F * ck!"
The Flowing Shadow Sword Demon Kaido smashed his fist heavily on the throne, flustered and exasperated words coming out of his mouth.
One had to know that the God of Greed, Proust, was his most important confidant and had followed him for more than ten years!
Not to mention the people from the three allied armies, even the Fishmen were deeply shocked by the scene before them as they blankly stared at Ye Xuan.
If it was said that Ye Xuan killing Myrek made them have a good impression of Ye Xuan, then the fact that Ye Xuan killed the God of Greed, Proust, made them admire him greatly.
It was just that the God of Greed, Proust, had killed too many of their fellow Fishmen and heavily injured many of their experts.
"He's actually this strong?"
Green Spirit and Qing Shuang blankly stared at Ye Xuan, who was standing upright, with shock in their hearts.
Especially Qing Shuang. She'd fought with Ye Xuan in the palace before, and now it seemed that Ye Xuan had held back.
"Qing Shuang, he … Is he really the man that the Queen has her eyes on, her fiance?
"At this moment, the Great Elder of the Fishmen, Mo Tou, could not help but ask as his gaze fell on Qing Shuang.
Mo Basi and the other eight leaders of the Fishmen also looked at Qing Shuang, waiting for his answer.
The strength that Ye Xuan had just displayed was simply too strong. Even with their strength, it was impossible for them to be as unharmed as Ye Xuan and easily kill the God of Greed, Proust.
At this moment, Ye Xuan's image in the hearts of the Fishmen had undoubtedly risen by quite a bit.
"Now is not the time to talk about this. Keep an eye on him. He killed the God of Greed, Proust, and I'm afraid he has completely angered Shadow Sword Devil Kaido and the others. When the time comes, it will be troublesome if they attack together!"
Qing Shuang did not answer their questions. Instead, his gaze fell on the flustered and exasperated Flowing Shadow Sword Demon Kaido and the others as he spoke with a serious expression.
Ye Xuan had killed the God of Greed, Proust, causing the Flowing Shadow Sword Demon Kaido and the others to suffer huge losses. Now, the Flowing Shadow Sword Demon Kaido was most likely going to completely fall out with them.
Ye Xuan didn't pay any attention to the unsightly expressions of the Flowing Shadow Sword Demon Kaido and the others as he coldly spoke.
"Next!"
This fellow was completely addicted to killing!
After all, these fellows in front of him were all enemies from his previous life. They had participated in the siege against him and the Demonic Palace.
Now that this was a rare opportunity, Ye Xuan naturally wanted to kill them one by one.
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