Infinite Gods Reign Supreme

Chapter 133 - The Minotaur, Refusal
The power was unleashed.

Luo Yinglong was the mouthpiece, while Song Tian was the body. When the words reached their end, it was Xueyin Kuangdao who took the initiative.

It was a frosty white blade of light—it expanded and extended rapidly the moment it was unleashed, covering an open area of ​​several thousand square meters. And when it fell, it was undoubtedly as heavy as Mount Tai crashing down.

One cut.

Kim Kaphwan roared and raised his arms to meet the descending blade of light. He barely managed to hold on for a moment before being slammed to the ground by the immense force gathered on the blade. In that instant, Mai Shiranui, who had been gathering her strength, lunged forward, her folding fan flashing, and a large swath of flames crashed down on Song Tian!

Shiranui Style: Flying Flame Dragon Formation!
The blazing flames transformed into a dragon shape, but abruptly ceased the moment they struck Song Tian. Song Tian's gaze shifted abruptly, and he collided silently in mid-air with Mai Shiranui, who was riding the flames!
Eye contact, touching eyes.

In the realm of the mind, the voluptuous female ninja suddenly transformed into a giant bird with outstretched wings. Vast flames erupted, her wings radiating a holy aura like a phoenix. Yet, before her, a terrifying mountain of blades rose abruptly!
The phoenix only perches on the parasol tree, and will not descend from the mountain of knives.

But that mountain of a thousand blades had already climbed up and touched the phoenix's wings.

In an instant, the phoenix in the spiritual realm was skewered into a raw, white-cut chicken by the mountain of knives within it. The spirit then reflected in reality, resulting in large patches of fine, bloody threads exploding across the female ninja's body, instantly cutting her into a pool of blood.

It was just one glance.

The once fierce Mai Shiranui collapsed unconscious to the ground. Even though Song Tian didn't fill his eyes with lethal killing intent, the beautiful ninja was left with only a sliver of barely clinging life.

She is too weak.

Or perhaps Song Tian is too strong.

His mastery of martial arts as a grandmaster allowed him to internalize all martial arts techniques. Within a radius of a hundred meters, no subtle change could escape his perception.

The future thus vaguely appeared in Song Tian's eyes.

He could see that the group of contractors didn't cooperate at all, but instead took the opportunity to betray their teammates and escape. He could see that Luo Yinglong beside him had already left his body, leaving only an empty shell as a disguise. And he could also see that the fighter Jin Jiafan, who had been smashed into the ground with a knife, was secretly unleashing all his strength.

That's what's about to happen.

That's what's happening right now.

Forward, the sword spun, and Mai Shiranui fell to the ground. In the instant the blade rose again, Kim Kaphwan, bursting with power, transformed into a phantom and delivered a fierce kick to Song Tian's shoulder.

Kim's Taekwondo - Phoenix Heavenly Dance Kick!

That powerful strike was actually a phantom phoenix unleashed by the fighter's aura.

Really sorry.

A slight sense of melancholy settled in Song Tian's heart.

Had he known this would happen, he should have been a little slower. He could have allowed these two martial artists, both based on Phoenix-style fighting techniques, to unleash this perfect double-phoenix attack. But now…

He was too fast.

But they are too slow.

That Phoenix Dance was indeed fierce. But in front of the raised Snow Drinking Blade, it was like placing a freshly washed pigeon directly onto a chopping board.

'Thud—' The knife fell.

He even had time to turn the blade again and finish the strike with the back of the blade.

Even so, dozens of crisscrossing sword wounds still erupted all over Kim Kaphwan's body, staining his pristine white martial arts uniform red, forcing this renowned and righteous fighter to slam his knees to the ground. He fainted, and fell silent.

Everything was so easy and effortless.

After all, the path of utmost sincerity allows one to foresee the future. And the realm of the Martial Saint is about to be in his grasp.

........................

—This feeling…is somewhat similar to that of the captain.

—That bastard is actually about to reach the third tier... How can he level up by even fighting these weaklings?
Luo Yinglong stopped in his tracks.

Before him, ahead of him, a dozen or so desperate contractors clutched their weapons in despair. They had just exhausted all their last tricks, yet still couldn't escape this not-so-wide neighborhood.

"Don't waste your time. This is a Soul Confusion Technique that's only one step away from reaching the Ghost Immortal realm." He held the execution sword in his hand, his gaze sweeping over the group of contractors seemingly nonchalant. "Killing me is the only way to escape, or would you rather go over there?"

This is a lie.

What was actually taking effect was the bewitching array he had set up underground with his eight-colored true energy. It was a Shu Mountain array, not a secret technique from the Yang Shen Dao Jing. After all, it was a special mission assigned by the main god, and although Luo Yinglong was always unrestrained, he would not underestimate his enemy at this time.

The sword was stained with crimson battle aura.

"Ah...it seems you still have the courage to fight to the death."

Forward. Among the contractors, some of the stronger individuals cried out for mercy.

"Wait! We can buy your freedom...we can make up for your losses—"

The sword had already slashed through.

Covering tens of meters in a single step, Luo Yinglong, whose divine soul was manifested, didn't need to consider wind resistance or gravity at all. The contractor who tried to beg for mercy was dressed in a cultivator's robe, and at the moment the execution sword was about to strike, a gust of wind surged around his entire body.

"Wind Fist!" The fawning smile, pleading for mercy, had not yet faded.

This single strike proves that these contractors are quite adept at fighting against 'humans'.

Luo Yinglong had reason to believe that his shout of "Wind Fist" was actually a ruse. He might be hiding some secret ability. However, in any case…

The sword had already slashed through.

The sharp slash easily tore open the priest's chest, but at the same instant, a faint sting appeared in Luo Yinglong's chest area.

It's a counter-damage attack.

Luo Yinglong had seen something similar from Si Ming not long ago. However, unlike the Iron Thorn Shield, whose mechanism had already been analyzed as some kind of powerful curse, the slight stinging pain that appeared on his chest came abruptly without any warning.

'Boom—'

A massive gust of wind erupted. The priest contractor who had been slashed still maintained his intact body. He appeared to be quite far from death, yet his incredulous face was filled with the madness of a dying man.

"Impossible!" he roared sharply. "I clearly took 173 points of damage. My health bar was completely depleted! How come you didn't react at all when the damage was shared?!"

It sounded complicated, but Luo Yinglong only had a slight realization. Although he couldn't understand all the terms, he roughly understood the meaning the other party wanted to express.

Intelligence is obtained in this way.

"So that's how it is. Life has been turned into data. The ability to avoid injury to specific body parts... it feels a bit like some kind of corpse-refining ability?"

The wind fist struck him—the fist, wreathed in wind, only hit a realistic illusion constructed from divine soul power. Luo Yinglong had no intention of testing his opponent's abilities with his own body. The next moment, a large hand of primordial energy guided by divine soul power suddenly swung out, grabbed the wind fist contractor, and slammed him to the ground.

173 points of damage might be a lot for this contractor.

However, this value was actually only one-fifth of Luo Yinglong's normal output—not to mention the various buffs Jacob had set up, even under normal circumstances, this level of output wouldn't break through his soul's basic defenses. The reason he felt a stinging sensation was mainly due to his exceptionally keen perception.

So... this time, he increased his effort to a quarter of the way in the grappling and smash.

A loud bang!

The ground was smashed, creating a deep crater. The impact covered an area of ​​tens of square meters. An inexplicable pressure surged up from Luo Yinglong's back. However, before this blow, which might have caused him to stumble, could truly land on him, everything vanished without a trace with the explosion of light.

"I see." Luo Yinglong glanced at the large hand of Yuan Qi he had casually conjured. "Once the user of a skill disappears, the skill's effect also disappears. You contract users... you feel like living game programs."

His gaze swept across the faces of the contractors. He could see a clear fear in them. Yet even amidst this overwhelming fear, for a brief moment, the eyes of a few were drawn to something in the crater.

"What's there?"

Luo Yinglong thrust forward, but the force he exerted when slashing with the executioner's sword was only a quarter of what he perceived to be the force needed to kill any of the contractors before him. Because there was such a vast difference between him and them.

'嚓——'

A weak contractor was instantly shredded into particles of light. This time, Luo Yinglong didn't sense any damage reflection. Jacob, who had annihilated a large number of contractors in the mental link, was also unharmed. It seemed that damage reflection wasn't an inherent characteristic of these contractors.

Some people broke down and tried to escape in vain once again.

Some people knelt on the ground, uttering pitiful cries.

"I'll tell you! I'll tell you! That's what the contractor dropped after death, all you have to do is touch it... Aaaaaah!"

Some unseen force crushed him, first exploding him into a cloud of blood and then disintegrating into particles of light. This seemed to be some kind of secret mechanism, and its triggering conditions appeared to be far easier than those of the main god.

Whatever.

Luo Yinglong nodded.

As the sword energy slashed out, the fleeing contractors were instantly pierced through the back of their hearts and exploded into shattered halos of light. Conversation and dialogue were unnecessary at this point. The next moment, he raised his hand, and his sword control technique conjured multiple execution sword shadows behind him.

He did eventually make some progress. Even when dominating weaker opponents, he still mastered a technique called the Thousand Swords Technique in the process. And then—

"I'll give you Sakazaki Yuri!" The young contractor named 'Aji,' whom he had met at the Kyokugenryu Gym, knelt on the ground. His face was full of flattery and determination. "My favorability with her has reached 'Trust.' I can use an item to forcibly convert her into my follower. As long as you let me leave, I'll give her to you!"

(End of this chapter)