Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

"Is power... wavering?"

Kur's serpentine eyes trembled violently.

These two words precisely pierced the reality he least wanted to face.

Peter stood atop the head of Susanoo, arms crossed over his chest, looking down at the battered giant serpent before him.

His voice wasn't loud, but amplified by Susanoo's energy, it was clear enough to reach every corner within a radius of dozens of miles.

"You know yourself better than anyone else, don't you?"

"Sealed for thousands of years, your divine nature remains, but your will, energy, spirit, and even fighting instincts have long since degenerated in every aspect."

"You are now so old that you can no longer even maintain your divine status!"

To be fair, if Peter had faced the unsealed Kur from thousands of years ago, he would never have won so easily.

They might even witness what true fear is, and possibly face being beaten to death by Kur.

But now.

Kuer is really too old.

He was so old that he no longer had the will to make a comeback.

Just like Jordan's second comeback, even though he is still hailed as the god of basketball and still has the determination to dominate the basketball world.

But the decline in physical fitness and the changes in the environment are real.

He may still be an unattainable god in the eyes of ordinary role players, but he is no longer an obstacle in front of stars who are younger and in their prime.

Peter estimated that although Khur was a higher-ranking deity than Hela, if the two were to fight face to face...

Hela will definitely be the one who laughs last.

"Shut up!!!"

Kur's roar turned into a tangible impact, causing some of the surrounding ruins to collapse completely.

The giant python's battered body arched again, and a ball of dark green energy frantically condensed in its wide-open mouth.

But this time, the energy blast was significantly smaller than before.

Originally nearly 100 meters in diameter, it is now only a little over 50 meters.

Kur himself noticed this, and a barely perceptible look of panic flashed across his vertical pupils.

But he had no time to hesitate.

The energy blast roared out, carrying his remaining rage straight toward Susanoo.

Peter didn't even bother to mobilize the Thousand Hands.

Susanoo simply slapped out with his hand.

boom!

The energy blast was slapped away and flew thousands of meters into the air before exploding with a bang.

It posed no threat whatsoever to anyone present.

The global audience was silent for half a second, then erupted into a thunderous roar of cheers.

Kur himself was completely stunned.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something more.

But Peter interrupted him:

"Kur, admit it, you have long since lost the dignity of being a god-king."

"Odin, who sealed you away with his own hands, can only struggle in his death throes through Odin's Sleep now, let alone you, the former king of the gods."

"Now you are nothing more than a remnant of the old era who refuses to accept his own defeat."

The remnants of the old era.

These six words struck Kur more heavily than any physical attack.

The giant python's body began to tremble violently, and several of the wounds that were slowly healing suddenly burst open again, with golden divine blood gushing out once more.

"No...it's impossible..."

The snake's head was lowered, and the anger in its vertical pupils was being replaced by a deeper emotion.

Peter saw it all.

fear.

The god of fear felt fear for the first time.

It wasn't external pressure, but rather his own aging and fear of being left behind by the times.

Peter gazed at Kur from afar, the fighting spirit in his eyes gradually fading.

To be honest, after fighting to this point, he was no longer really emotional.

No matter how fiercely the giant python in front of him bared its fangs, in his eyes it was just a trapped beast making its last struggle.

Thus, Peter, the arbitrator, delivered the final verdict:

"If you still can't accept your fate as a loser—"

"You will die here within ten breaths."

Ten breaths.

Four words were casually uttered.

But to a global audience, it felt as heavy as a mountain.

This is not an exaggeration.

It's not a threat either.

Peter's display of strength at this moment is stating a fact.

In front of the global projection, countless people unconsciously increased their breathing.

"Ten breaths?"

A hoarse laugh escaped from Kur's snake-like mouth, and his eyes suddenly turned sharp:

"Who do you think you are? A mere mortal from Midgard, how dare you utter such arrogant words before me?"

As he spoke, his snake head rose again, trying his best to adopt a majestic posture.

But those still-bleeding wounds, that severed snake tail that had stopped twitching, those scales that were noticeably several shades darker—

Everything about him reveals his outward bluster but inner weakness.

Peter didn't bother to respond further, and simply took something out of his storage ring.

It was an octagonal bamboo-jointed steel whip, mainly gold and red, covered with mysterious runes.

It was the divine weapon Peter had prepared for the decisive battle ahead—the God-Slaying Whip.

The moment the God-Slaying Whip revealed its true form, Kur's snake mouth couldn't help but let out a low hiss.

The snake's tail, now broken off, rubbed back and forth unconsciously on the ground—a sign of its agitation.

He didn't recognize the weapon.

But the aura emanating from that whip caused his divine nature to have an instinctive rejection reaction.

That feeling is hard to describe.

Like... a natural nemesis?!

"You think I'm afraid of you?"

Kur began to speak, trying to say something to ease the anxiety:

"I am the God of Terror! I am eternal! No power can kill me! No one can judge me; as long as fear endures, I am immortal!"

He roared almost maniacally, but his voice trembled slightly.

His words were less of a declaration and more of a form of self-hypnosis.

Seeing this, Peter gently shook his head and began to count down:

"ten."

As he spoke, he tossed the God-Slaying Whip into the air.

The moment the divine whip left his hand, the runes on the whip lit up simultaneously.

"Nine."

The golden-red light expanded rapidly in mid-air, and the three-foot-long whip began to stretch and expand in a way that defied common sense.

"eight."

Ten meters. Fifty meters. One hundred meters.

"seven."

The whip is still growing wildly.

Two hundred meters. Five hundred meters. One thousand meters!

When Peter counted down to "five".

The God-Slaying Whip, which was originally only three feet long, has now transformed into a colossal divine weapon that stretches across the sky.

Each section of the short stick was as big as a building, and the golden chains were as thick as bridge pillars. The runes on them slowly rotated in the air, releasing a chilling pressure.

Susanoo extended his right hand, his five fingers joined together, and firmly grasped the God-Slaying Whip in his hand, the whip pointing towards Kur.

At that moment, audiences around the world held their breath, and everyone realized one fact.

This next strike will directly determine the outcome of this war!