My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

Zhou Yue turned his head and looked at the gray-robed old man.

The old man in the gray robe opposite looked at the two corpses, his face as white as paper.

But he had lived for hundreds of years and had seen countless demigods in the realm of gods.

Taking a deep breath to suppress his fear, he clasped his hands together sharply: "Law of Gravity, a thousandfold!"

boom!!!

The entire capital city was instantly enveloped in a layer of purple light!

Purple light descended from the sky, like an invisible mountain pressing down.

Outside the city, the dwarves instantly collapsed to the ground, unable to move.

The elves knelt on one knee, desperately supporting their bodies.

The people of Mingbei City were pressed to the ground, unable to even lift their heads.

The lizardmen... they've been kneeling all along, so it doesn't really affect them much now.

……

The entire capital trembled under that purple gravity.

But Zhou Yue did not move.

He just stood there, looking up at the purple sky, his face expressionless.

Then he spoke.

The voice was very soft, uttering only one word.

"ice."

The moment he finished speaking, a blanket of snow spread out from beneath his feet.

It spread from our feet to the horizon, instantly overshadowing the purple light of the sky.

The purple light formed by the law of gravity crackled and was frozen solid in mid-air.

"This is... the Law of Ice and Snow? It even froze my gravity walk?"

The old man in the gray robe was dumbfounded.

In all his years, he had never seen anyone who could freeze the laws of nature.

Zhou Yue didn't give him time to react; he appeared in front of him in a flash.

At the same time, he raised the long sword in his hand.

Zhou Yue didn't give him a chance to understand and spoke calmly.

You lost.

"You can't kill us? We are messengers from the divine realm! The divine realm won't let us die! You'll go to the divine realm sooner or later! And then..."

The old man in the gray robe was trembling.

Zhou Yue was too lazy to listen anymore, and his long sword came crashing down.

The gray-robed old man's body fell from mid-air and crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

At this point, all three demigods had fallen to the ground.

Outside the city, after a brief silence, thunderous cheers erupted.

"We won!!!"

"The Black-Robed Lord has won!!!"

"The three divine messengers... are all dead!!!"

……

But Zhou Yue did not sheathe his sword. He looked at the three corpses on the ground and then looked up at the sky.

It seemed to have sensed something.

Lin Mo and Yin Xue both had serious expressions.

Until a faint golden light appeared in the sky, a sacred wave cascaded down.

"The divine realm is about to make its move."

Yin Xue's voice fell.

A golden ray of light suddenly shot out from the sky.

Piercing through the clouds, through the smoke of battle, through the devastated arena.

It landed on the corpses of the three demigods.

The light was warm and gentle, yet it carried an irresistible majesty.

Under the light, the wounds of the three corpses began to heal.

The burly man in black, who had been split in two, slowly rejoined his two halves.

The old woman who had been beheaded had her head roll back to her neck on its own, and the wound healed.

The deep, bone-revealing knife wound on the chest of the gray-robed old man, who had been killed with a single blow, disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The three of them twitched their eyelids.

A short while later... they opened their eyes.

……

Outside the city, the cheers abruptly ceased.

The dwarves' smiles froze on their faces.

The elf recorder's hand froze in mid-air.

The people of Mingbei City were stunned, unsure whether to continue kowtowing or run away.

The lizardman leader gaped, his long, thin tongue dangling out and forgotten to retract.

"This...this is..."

Someone murmured.

No one answered him.

Because everyone knows the answer.

That is the realm of gods.

It was the divine realm that intervened.

In the sky, the three demigods slowly floated up.

Their injuries have fully healed, and their aura is even stronger than before.

They looked down at their hands, at their perfectly healed bodies, and then looked up at the sky.

The golden light was still shining, as if silently telling them.

"Continue the fight."

The burly man in black was the first to react.

He grinned, a smile full of malice.

"Hahaha! I'm alive again!"

The old woman gripped her wooden cane tightly, and green light once again gathered at the tip of the cane.

She stared at Zhou Yue, her eyes filled with resentment and malice.

"Let's see how you kill me this time!"

The gray-robed old man did not speak, but the space around him began to distort.

The three demigods once again hovered in mid-air, exuding a menacing aura.

Outside the city, there was an uproar.

"Isn't this cheating?!"

"Can someone be resurrected after dying?!"

"The divine realm is really bullying us!"

……

The dwarves were furious and jumped up and down. Mad Mountain grabbed his warhammer and was about to charge forward when several dwarves held him back tightly.

The elf recorder bit her lip, pointed the crystal in her hand at the sky, and continued recording.

Her hands were trembling, but she didn't stop.

The people of Mingbei City panicked.

Some people started crying, and some started cursing.

The lizardmen exchanged glances, their eyes darting around, already contemplating choosing sides.

……

Meanwhile, in the sky, the three demigods had gathered all their power.

The law of gravity manifested as layers upon layers of purple ripples, pressing in from all directions.

The laws of life condensed into countless green ribbons, carrying the power to strip away everything.

The laws of lightning transformed into hundreds of electric snakes, hissing and roaring, dyeing half the sky a dazzling blue and white.

The three laws formed a torrent that pressed down on Zhou Yue.

In the very center of that torrent, Zhou Yue's figure appeared so small.

He stood there, neither dodging nor retreating, nor even looking up at the impending attacks.

He just kept his head down, looking at the knife in his hand, stroking the blade and muttering to himself.

"I remember that Chairman Mao wrote a poem back then."

Outside the city, everyone was stunned.

What kind of poetry is he reciting at a time like this?

"I'm uneducated, I can't remember the whole thing."

Zhou Yue continued, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"But back then, on the snow-capped mountain, standing on the summit and looking down, I suddenly remembered a few words from a poem."

Three demigods hovered in mid-air, their brows furrowed.

They couldn't understand what this person was saying.

What snow-capped mountains, what poetry?

These words mean nothing to them.

But they instinctively sensed a sense of unease.

The dazzling torrent of laws was getting closer and closer, and it would engulf him in a moment.

Zhou Yue finally raised his head, looked at the three demigods, and gave them a warm smile.

That smile was very clean.

He was so clean that he didn't look like someone who had just killed three demigods.

"It's strange, but those few words that I wrote down by chance actually became the name of my sword, Saint Jue."

The pupils of the three demigods contracted simultaneously.

"Sacred Awakening? Isn't that the evolved form of the Holy Armor of Light? You're actually a hero?!"

The old woman's voice was sharp and piercing.

"How is this possible! How could the Holy Armor of Light have turned into that? What's the difference between it and an ordinary broken sword?!"

The burly man in black gritted his teeth.

"If you are a hero, why are you fighting us! We come from the realm of gods, sent by the gods!"

Zhou Yue ignored them.

He simply watched the ever-approaching torrent of laws, watched the multicolored light about to engulf him.

Then he spoke.

The sound was still very soft, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly:

"A thousand miles of ice."

As soon as he finished speaking, a layer of white frost appeared on the long sword.

Zhou Yue's body temperature suddenly dropped.

The first lightning bolt that approached Zhou Yue slowed down more and more until it finally stopped completely!

The originally purple lightning had turned into ice flowers!

In the blink of an eye, the lightning bolt turned white, just like Zhou Yue's longsword.

The white gradually overshadowed the blue of the lightning.

This was no longer lightning; it was an icicle.

click-

A crisp sound rang out.

The lightning bolt snapped the lightning bolt off!

Only then did Zhou Yue look up at the three demigods: "It's your turn."