Global Villain: I Can Only Become Stronger After I Die

69: Chapter 69 Goddess of War? Nothing More Than My Plaything - 3Qin Xiaogan slowly reached out his hands to lift the imperial crown, then placed it upon his head.

【Resentment of the Dead】

Instantly, sharp and ear-piercing wails of agony emerged around Qin Xiaogan, sounding like countless vengeful ghosts screaming in despair in the dead of night.

The sounds intertwined and echoed in the air, causing the entire space to be shrouded in a sinister and terrifying atmosphere, as if countless resentful spirits would leap from the void at any moment to drag everything into the bottomless abyss of darkness.

Meanwhile.

Xie Xiyun looked up with a grave expression, her eyes fixed on the thick, churning black mist above her head that seemed almost tangible.

Within her usually indifferent gaze, a look of deep shock uncontrollably surfaced once again.

“Just what is this kid’s background?”

Xie Xiyun’s expression was cold as she tightly gripped the exquisite rapier in her hand.

Her knuckles turned slightly white from the force of her grip.

Xie Xiyun’s right foot shifted back slightly, as if she were secretly gathering strength.

In that instant, her slender figure shot toward Qin Xiaogan in the air like an arrow leaving a bow, with incredible speed.

She couldn’t wait any longer; the current aura of this kid actually made even her feel a faint sense of palpitations.

High in the air, Qin Xiaogan wore the imperial crown steadily. The crown emitted a mysterious and profound light, making him appear incomparably majestic, like a high-and-mighty deity.

The corners of his mouth slowly curled into an inscrutable smile.

“The game has only just begun.”

As soon as he finished speaking.

Qin Xiaogan’s figure blurred in an instant, as if transforming into an illusory phantom.

Immediately after, this phantom crashed violently toward the rapidly approaching Xie Xiyun at an unimaginable speed.

Xie Xiyun’s gaze sharpened as she watched the phantom charging toward her.

Then, she nimbly held her long, sharp sword horizontally. The muscles in her arm tightened instantly, erupting with a terrifying golden energy.

Without hesitation, she slashed forward with her sword. The blade traced a brilliant arc of light through the air, carrying a fierce sword qi that rushed toward the phantom like a gale.

Just as the sword was about to collide with the phantom, the phantom suddenly made a bizarre twist, evading the fierce blow.

Xie Xiyun was startled, but her reaction was lightning-fast. She immediately changed her technique, her rapier dancing like a brilliant sword blossom as she launched another series of attacks at the phantom.

This time, the rapier sliced through the phantom’s body with great ease.

“Screech!”

“Screech!”

Accompanied by the continuous, ear-piercing sounds of cutting.

Xie Xiyun pursed her lovely red lips tightly, a mysterious light flickering in her eyes.

Just as she fully believed she had successfully struck Qin Xiaogan, the scene before her suddenly underwent an unexpected change.

The figure of Qin Xiaogan that should have been hit began to dissipate like a mirage, leaving only the ripples in the air that had not yet fully subsided.

Xie Xiyun’s heart sank instantly, and an ominous premonition surged within her.

At that moment.

A pair of bloodless, pale hands suddenly appeared in the sky above Yang City, as if strangling the neck of dawn, causing the bright sky to darken rapidly in the blink of an eye, as if the entire world were shrouded in a thick haze.

【Monarch’s Descent】

An aura capable of making heaven and earth tremble bore down on Xie Xiyun like a surging, overwhelming tide.

Seeing this scene.

Xie Xiyun’s face was filled with gravity as she gazed solemnly at those terrifying, sky-covering hands.

She felt her heart skip a beat, and an unnameable fear instantly spread from the depths of her soul.

At this time, the War God’s Soul within Xie Xiyun, which had not yet fully merged, seemed to have been greatly provoked. It trembled violently, as if it had seen something extremely terrifying.

That tremor from the depths of her soul made Xie Xiyun feel somewhat unsteady.

Her mind was in chaos as she tried to perceive that chilling aura.

When she carefully distinguished it, an absurd thought couldn’t help but surge in her heart.

Could this aura be... the Sovereign?!

This conjecture made her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar, a chill rushing from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

What Xie Xiyun found even harder to accept was.

Because of the appearance of the Sovereign’s aura, the War God’s Soul actually shrank into a ball, unwilling to merge and awaken with her any further.

Witnessing this, Xie Xiyun’s face darkened instantly.

What should I do.

Is Qin Xiaogan really this powerful?

Xie Xiyun’s beautiful eyes, like autumn waters, shifted slightly, light seeming to flow within them.

I don’t believe it!

I won’t accept this!

Since you are my past life, you should slay demons with me and restore peace to Yang City.

...

A dignified War God, yet you don’t even have the courage to fight. How dare you call yourself a War God?!

However, no matter how Xie Xiyun provoked it, the War God’s Soul remained as if it were completely dead. It was terrifyingly quiet, as if it had completely isolated itself from the outside world, remaining entirely unmoved.

Seeing this, Xie Xiyun couldn’t help but give a bitter laugh, one filled with self-deprecation and a deep sense of loneliness.

“When it rains, it pours; the devil is right above me.”

With that.

A look of resolve gradually appeared on her face, as if she had made a certain decision.

She tightly gripped the long, thin sword in her hand, her fingers turning white from the force.

If the gods are useless, then I will slay the demon with my own hands!

Feng Tao, who had been lying quietly on the ground, had been watching the two of them from start to finish.

But now, she was already scared witless by the terrifying giant hands in the sky, her expression becoming wooden.

She unconsciously murmured, “This aura again... is this really an Emperor-level Awakened?”

Meanwhile, Qin Xiaogan, suspended in the air, wore a playful expression.

From a high-and-mighty position, he watched Xie Xiyun’s fluctuating expression with great interest.

I will let you know that your power is so weak it’s pathetic.

Like an ant.