91: Chapter 91 Slaying Gods

The Ghost King was the first to move.

Instead of charging straight out of the Ghost Gate Pass, he hovered in mid-air and raised his hand.

[Yellow Spring Road] deployed.

A grayish-white path extended from the front of the Ghost Gate Pass, stretching directly toward the core of the Incense Divine Kingdom. The path was about a hundred zhang wide, paved with a strange material that existed between reality and illusion, as if it could swallow all light. On both sides of the path was an endless void, where countless souls could be vaguely seen drifting and emitting shrill wails.

Wherever the Yellow Spring Road passed, golden vines began to wither, giant waves receded, and dark green mists dissipated. Those attacks, dense with Power Of Faith, were like snow meeting boiling water before the Yellow Spring Road; they rapidly melted, evaporated, and perished.

The War God's giant sword struck the Yellow Spring Road. Golden flames collided with grayish-white Yin Qi, erupting in a deafening roar. The flames were swallowed by the Yin Qi, and the Yin Qi was evaporated by the flames; the two remained in a stalemate in the void for several seconds before finally dissipating simultaneously.

The War God was stunned.

His full-strength strike had actually been blocked by a road.

The Ghost King stepped onto the Yellow Spring Road.

His figure moved slowly along the grayish-white path. With every step he took, ripples spread across the surface beneath his feet. Those ripples expanded in all directions, and wherever they passed, the void trembled.

Behind him, the phantom of the Ghost Gate Pass became increasingly solid. The outline of that thousand-zhang giant gate emerged behind him, the runes on the door leaves flashing wildly and emitting a faint blue light. Countless phantoms of dead souls surged out from the gate, circling and wailing around him like a cloak woven from resentment.

The aura of a peak Rank Six was released without reservation.

The strength of that aura caused even the War God's footsteps to falter.

"Peak Rank Six?!" For the first time, a tremor appeared in the War God's voice. "How can there be a peak Rank Six hero in this Yin Qi World?!"

The Ghost King did not answer. He simply continued forward, step by step, as steady as a mountain.

His gaze fell upon the War God. There was no killing intent in his golden vertical pupils, only a kind of condescending scrutiny.

That gaze was like a monarch inspecting a usurper.

The War God was enraged by that look. He raised his giant sword, and the platinum flames on the blade soared into the sky, illuminating half of the void. His body began to swell, growing from ten zhang to fifteen, and then to twenty zhang, his muscles bulging and veins popping.

"Incense War God, burn everything to ashes!"

He swung his sword down.

The power of that strike was enough to split a mountain range. The platinum flames condensed into a hundred-zhang-long sword light, carrying a momentum that could destroy heaven and earth as it slashed toward the Ghost King.

The Ghost King watched the incoming sword light, his golden vertical pupils devoid of expression.

He simply raised his hand and lightly clenched it.

[Ghost Domain] deployed.

Grayish-white Yin Qi surged from all directions, condensing into a spherical domain a hundred zhang in diameter around him. Within the domain, the flow of time slowed, the structure of space warped, and all physical laws collapsed.

The platinum sword light slashed into the Ghost Domain, and its speed slowed abruptly, dropping from a hundred zhang per second to ten, and then to one zhang per second. The flames began to dim, the light began to fade, and the sword light began to disintegrate.

By the time the sword light reached ten zhang in front of the Ghost King, it had completely vanished.

It turned into a sky full of golden specks of light, swallowed by the Ghost Domain.

The War God's pupils shrank violently.

"This... what kind of power is this?!"

The Ghost King did not answer. He simply continued forward—one step, two steps, three steps. The Ghost Domain moved with him. Wherever it passed, golden light was swallowed by Yin Qi, and Power Of Faith was assimilated by the Yellow Spring.

The War God roared and raised his giant sword again. But this time, before his sword could fall, the Ghost King had already appeared in front of him.

It wasn't teleportation.

It was the extension of the Yellow Spring Road.

The grayish-white path beneath the Ghost King's feet suddenly surged forward a hundred zhang, delivering him directly in front of the War God. The Ghost King raised his hand, and the ghost king sword slashed down.

That strike had no fancy techniques.

There was only pure, ultimate power, enough to sever the cycle of reincarnation.

Nether Slash.

On the blade, eerie blue light and grayish-white Yin Qi intertwined, forming a massive vortex. Within the vortex, one could vaguely see countless souls wailing, struggling, and sinking.

The War God gave his all to raise his giant sword in a block.

BOOM!!!

A violent shockwave expanded in all directions, shaking the entire Incense Divine Kingdom.

A deep crack appeared on the War God's giant sword.

His body was sent flying back by the strike, crashing through three mountain peaks before finally coming to a halt.

For the first time, fear surfaced in his eyes.

"You... you are no ordinary peak Rank Six..." His voice trembled. "What kind of thing are you?!"

The Ghost King hovered in mid-air, his golden vertical pupils looking down coldly.

"Underworld, Ghost King."

He raised his hand, and the phantom of the Ghost Gate Pass behind him solidified completely. The runes on the door leaves erupted in a blinding blue light, and countless souls surged from the gate like a grayish-white torrent, rushing toward the War God.

The War God desperately swung his sword to defend himself, but the number of souls was too great. They ignored the slashes of the giant sword, ignored the burning of the flames, and ignored all physical attacks. They simply rushed forward, surged forward, and swallowed everything in their path.

Every soul that touched the War God took away a sliver of his Power Of Faith. That Power Of Faith was swallowed by the souls, absorbed by the Ghost Gate Pass, and converted into the Ghost King's strength.

One side waxed as the other waned.

The War God's body began to shrink, from twenty zhang to fifteen, then to ten. His aura began to drop, falling from high-stage Rank Six to mid-stage, and then to low-stage Rank Six.

Meanwhile, the Ghost King's aura remained steadily at peak Rank Six.

Immovable as a mountain.

The War God finally broke down.

He let out a desperate roar and turned to flee. But the Yellow Spring Road had already blocked all his paths of retreat. The grayish-white path extended beneath his feet; no matter which direction he fled, he would ultimately return to the starting point.

The Ghost King slowly raised the ghost king sword.

"On the Yellow Spring Road, there is no return."

The sword fell.

The War God's body was sliced in half by the single strike.

Golden blood erupted from the wound, turning into a sky full of golden light specks. Those specks drifted in the air, absorbed by the Ghost Gate Pass, swallowed by the Yellow Spring Road, and assimilated by the Yin Qi.

The War God had fallen.

But the Ghost King knew this was only temporary. As long as the believers continued to pray, the War God could be reborn in the divine temple. Therefore, he could not stop.

He turned around, his gaze falling upon the God of Agriculture and the Water God.

The two deities were staring at him in terror.

"Next," the Ghost King said, his voice as calm as water.

...

While the Ghost King was battling the War God, Black and White Impermanence had already bypassed the main battlefield and infiltrated the heart of the Incense Divine Kingdom from the flank.

White Impermanence led the way, still wearing a smile, his footsteps as light as the wind. Black Impermanence followed behind with a ferocious expression, the soul-locking chain drifting gently in his hand.

Beneath their feet was an invisible path condensed from Yin Qi. It was a "Patrol Path" laid out for them in advance by the Day Patrol Envoy and Night Patrol Envoy, which could block all detection and allow their auras to blend completely into the void.

Three million believers knelt upon the earth, hands pressed together, lips moving. A golden incense glow emanated from their bodies, and those light specks rose from their heads, converging into rivers of light that flowed toward the divine temple.

No one noticed the two eerie figures quietly approaching from behind them.

White Impermanence stopped and looked at the kneeling believers, his smile still gentle.

"Three million souls..." he said softly, his tone carrying a hint of sentiment, "Each has a lifespan, each has sins, and none can escape the life-claiming of the Impermanence."

He raised his hand, and the funeral staff appeared in his palm. The staff was entirely white, its body covered in eerie runes, and a string of white tassels hung from the head, fluttering gently in the Yin Qi.

[Smiling Soul-Hooking] activated.

The smile on White Impermanence's face became even more brilliant. That smile possessed a bizarre magic that could make anyone who saw it lower their guard, relax their vigilance, and even forget their fear.

The believers on the outermost edge began to notice that smile.

They turned their heads and saw a figure dressed in white and wearing a white hat standing behind them. Four red characters were written on the man's hat: "Wealth at First Sight." His smile was as warm as a spring breeze, making people involuntarily want to draw closer.

"You... who are you?" a believer asked.

White Impermanence did not answer; he simply smiled and raised his hand, lightly patting the believer's shoulder.

The believer's body suddenly stiffened.

In that instant, his soul was patted out of his body. The transparent soul drifted from the shell, looking blankly at its own body collapsed on the ground. Before it could even scream, it was sucked into the funeral staff in White Impermanence's hand.

The other believers nearby saw this scene and finally reacted.

"Ghost! There's a ghost!"

"Help! Help me!"

"Deities! Please, deities, save us!"