The Sword God of the Universe

Chapter 938: Chapter 938: A Way Out?

More than a dozen Half-step Void Gods understood that this was a matter of life and death.

So, even though the pain in their divine souls was extremely intense, they still forcibly maintained a last sliver of clarity and each invoked their Holy Artifacts to launch attacks.

Jing Yan at this moment also had to resist the terrifying erosion of the deathly aura. Although his divine soul was very strong, Mr. Zhong’s realm was obviously extremely high, and his mastery of the Laws was incredibly profound. If the use of Laws by the Half-step Void Gods was like children wielding large knives, then Mr. Zhong was definitely a robust adult.

So even for Jing Yan, resisting the erosion of the death aura was extremely strenuous, and he felt his divine soul already being corroded.

If he didn’t kill Mr. Zhong, the ending would be just as Chen Long said—everyone would die at Mr. Zhong’s hands.

Jing Yan raised the Colorful Cloud Sword, coordinating with Chen Long and the others, and struck towards Mr. Zhong.

”How interesting!”

A group of little kids actually dared to attack me!”

Mr. Zhong appeared completely unconcerned.

Chen Long, Jing Yan, and more than a dozen Half-step Void God warriors attacked together, seemingly powerful enough to overturn the whole world. Still, confronted with such an attack, Mr. Zhong showed a contemptuous and mocking expression.

”Die! Die for me!” Chen Long’s eyes were blood-red, and around his body, beams of Laws shone brilliantly.

In the face of death, a person can unleash their greatest potential.

At this moment, Chen Long was showing his strongest attack. Not just Chen Long, but everyone else was similar—facing a situation of life or death, they had no other choices.

”Buzz!”

Mr. Zhong lightly waved his arm.

A mass of black mist spread around his body.

It appeared to be black mist on the surface, but in reality, it was formed by accumulations of Laws. These Laws emitted a terrifying deathly aura.

”Is it the Death Law?” Though Jing Yan had never seen anyone use such Laws, he guessed it immediately.

Indeed, Mr. Zhong had mastered the Death Law.

”Such a fragile world.”

”Even I can only use this tiny bit of power!” Mr. Zhong shook his head, ”But it’s enough.”

As he was speaking, the attacks of Chen Long and Jing Yan had already collided with the black Death Laws surrounding his body.

”Hiss!” All the attacks struck the black Death Laws around Mr. Zhong.

These attacks quickly melted away, as if the Laws were being devoured. Inside the mist, Mr. Zhong seemed completely unaffected, not even moving an inch.

All the attacks disintegrated within a breath’s time and were swiftly absorbed by the black Death Laws.

”Too weak.”

”Pathetic, such attacks could never threaten me? Pitiful use of Laws, pitiful primordial energy attacks.” Mr. Zhong shook his head.

”All die now!” Mr. Zhong swiftly flicked his fingers.

A beam of black light darted towards Chen Long.

Chen Long felt death approaching; he frantically resisted, activating the power of his Defense Holy Artifact to the limit.

The black light swiftly and cleanly shattered layers of defense barriers.

Under the eyes of all, the black light penetrated Chen Long’s body.

”Ah!”

”No...” Chen Long’s twisted face revealed a painful expression, and he let out a miserable scream.

The scream quickly ceased, and Chen Long’s lifeforce dissipated as his body slowly fell.

Jing Yan watched this scene with great emotional turmoil.

Chen Long was dead!

Even if he didn’t want to admit it or believe it, the fact was in front of him. As strong as Chen Long was, he couldn’t withstand a single finger from Mr. Zhong. Against that finger, all of Chen Long’s resistance was futile.

Everyone felt a chill in their hearts.

Their attacks could not pose any threat to Mr. Zhong. And Mr. Zhong, with just a flick of a finger, killed their strongest, Chen Long. Chen Long, who could rival a One-star Void God.

”All die, and be clean from death.” After killing Chen Long, Mr. Zhong didn’t pause; he continued flicking his fingers as he spoke.

Black light beams attacked those more than a dozen Half-step Void God realm warriors, regardless of whether they were natives or members of the Divine Clan from the God Realm.

Facing these black light beams, some frantically resisted, others tried to flee.

But the end result was the same. Resistance was futile, fleeing even more so.

In an instant, one figure after another fell consecutively. Vibrant lifeforces vanished in an instant.

”Too weak, boring.” Mr. Zhong’s face showed a sinister expression as his gaze slowly moved, finally landing on Jing Yan.

Yes, he had not attacked Jing Yan just now.

Here in this death-filled atmosphere, only Mr. Zhong and Jing Yan were still standing.

Jing Yan and Mr. Zhong stared at each other. Jing Yan’s emotions were extremely complex. How could he have thought that looking for the Ancestor of Principles would lead to such a situation?

Mr. Zhong had hidden so deeply!

”Jing Yan, kid.” Mr. Zhong looked at Jing Yan with a smirk.

Jing Yan stood there without attempting to attack Mr. Zhong again because using all his strength, he had no chance of threatening Mr. Zhong.

”In this low-class world, I got this Ancestor of Principles thanks to your help.” Mr. Zhong’s eerie voice slowly said, ”I just mentioned I’ll give you a chance to live.”

”You assisted me and also received the Death Temple inheritance. You have quite some potential. So, I can offer you a chance to submit. Submit to me, become my servant, and you may live.” Mr. Zhong squinted his eyes.

”Be your servant?” Jing Yan enunciated each word.

”Yes, let me leave a spiritual imprint within your divine soul, making you my servant.”

”Hehe, such a chance is rare. You might not realize it, but countless Void Gods and True Gods in the God Realm dream of being my servant yet don’t get the chance. If you become my servant, with my training and guidance, you’ll definitely ascend to the Main God stage.” Mr. Zhong’s voice seemed to carry an enchanting power, unconsciously influencing Jing Yan’s mind.

Jing Yan felt an intense urge deep within to worship the person before him.

As if the figure in front of him was the supreme, unparalleled being. Becoming his servant indeed seemed an honor.

”No! Letting him leave an imprint on my divine soul means I’ll never be free.” Another voice from the depth of his heart fought against Mr. Zhong’s enchantment.

”Mr. Zhong, did you come to this low-class world solely for an Ancestor of Principles?” Jing Yan gritted his teeth and asked.

”My main goal is indeed the Ancestor of Principles. But since I’m here, enslaving this low-class world is natural.” Mr. Zhong replied matter-of-factly.