Slaying Gods: Ancestral Witch Agent, Starting with the Nine Revolutions Profound Technique

As he spoke, Gonggong twirled his spear, which, like a black python emerging from the sea, swept forth with terrifying ocean power and charged straight at him!

Shiva hurriedly raised his trident to defend against Gonggong's attack. Terrifying ocean power surged forth, forcing Shiva to retreat repeatedly!

Such incredible power!

As Shiva looked at Gonggong, the water god whose divine power was flowing and exploding before him, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, as if he had suddenly remembered something.

"The origin of the ocean?" Shiva asked tentatively.

Gonggong snorted coldly, "You do have some knowledge. It's not unjust for you to die by my spear."

Shiva could clearly sense that this water god of the Great Xia Dynasty, whose strength was no less than that of Zhu Rong, also possessed terrifying primordial power.

With the help of the ocean, Gonggong is even stronger than Zhurong from before!

"Hey, hey, I only agreed to cooperate with you because of Houtu, so don't steal my kill!"

Zhu Rong, carrying his flaming halberd, swaggered over.

Shiva's expression instantly turned extremely ugly.

Zhu Rong, who possesses the essence of fire, is already troublesome enough, but now there is Gong Gong, the water god with the home advantage of the ocean.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, Shiva gritted his teeth as he looked at the two figures approaching. He knew he might be doomed today...

Gonggong gripped his spear tightly and said coldly, "Your head? Did he have your name, Zhurong, written on his head?"

Shiva glared at Gonggong, "What the hell is that?"

Zhu Rong pointed his flaming halberd at Shiva and said, "I found him first, so his head is naturally mine!"

Shiva's lips twitched slightly. This was even more outrageous!

Gonggong's eyes turned cold as he said, "Fine, then let's see if your Flaming Halberd is sharper, or if my Surging Wave Spear is faster!"

Zhu Rong's eyes gleamed with excitement, "Let's compete then! I'm not afraid of you!"

With that, both sides drew their weapons and charged at Shiva simultaneously!

Shiva was completely dumbfounded...

No, you two were having a fight, and you tried to slash me with a knife?

Are you worried that the cuts won't be ruthless or fast enough?!

Damn it…

Shiva didn't have time to complain; he quickly raised his Trident of Destruction to defend himself.

Zhurong and Gonggong were like two mad beasts, one burning with raging flames like a dragon soaring into the sky, and the other entwined with endless black water like a giant python emerging from the abyss!

Caught between the two, Shiva was like someone who had swallowed a bitter pill, and he had to endure the worst beating!

Faced with the combined attack of the two ancestral witches, water and fire, Shiva found it increasingly difficult to defend himself!

Zhu Rong gripped his flaming halberd tightly and slashed fiercely at Shiva!

Faced with the slashing attack from the sky by the god of fire, Shiva hurriedly gripped his trident to defend himself, but was forced to retreat repeatedly by the violent power of the fire!

Gonggong's eyes turned cold. Seizing the opportunity, his spear, like a dragon emerging from the sea, swept with terrifying ocean power and instantly pierced Shiva's heart from behind!

Shiva let out a muffled groan, the trident in his hand gradually losing its strength, falling limply to the ground with a final, mournful cry...

Swish!

A flash of fierce light and cold flame, and Zhu Rong swiftly severed Shiva's head with a single stroke of his blade!

Shiva's head was tossed high into the air, then precisely struck by Zhu Rong's flaming halberd and brought before him.

Gazing at Shiva's remnant soul suspended in the air, Zhu Rong, holding the other's head, revealed a sinister smile.

"I told you, I'm going to take your head!"

"you…"

Before Shiva's remnant soul could utter his final words, a surge of ocean power instantly shattered his remaining divine soul.

As Gonggong's spear fell, the surrounding seawater instantly resumed its churning, submerging everything in the silent depths of the ocean.

Of course, this also includes Zhu Rong, who was about to show off Shiva's head to him.

"You son of a bitch... gurgle gurgle~~"

……

Over the Indian Ocean.

Two angelic figures faced off across the distance.

Seraphim Michael has blond hair, exquisite and perfect features, and muscle lines that are like God's most perfect work of art.

The snow-white wings on its back gleamed with a faint golden light, slowly unfolding to form six wings, spreading a holy radiance.

Across from him, a stunningly beautiful face, cold and aloof as frost, was scrutinizing Michael, her icy blue eyes filled with murderous intent.

The butterfly wings on the back of the Angel of Death, Sira, danced in the wind, like a blooming flower that could wither at any moment.

Sira looked at Michael and sneered, "Heh, you angels are really interesting, always choosing to meet in the sky."

Michael said calmly, "We angels of justice are not like you fallen angels who only dare to hide in the abyss of hell and cannot stand in the light."

A murderous intent flickered in Shira's beautiful eyes, and her gaze toward Michael grew increasingly menacing.

"Your self-proclaimed justice is a joke to me."

Michael gripped the angelic sword in his hand and said coldly, "There's no need for us to distinguish right from wrong."

"Today, we're only fighting for our lives!"

Sira looked at Michael with a mocking smile and asked, "Heh, it's just a matter of life and death? Is the Seraphim so confident that he can kill me?"

Michael said, "If you don't believe me, try it and you'll see!"

Sila's lips curled up slightly. "Alright, I'd like to see how you're going to kill me!"

As she spoke, Sila's eyes turned cold, and the butterfly wings behind her fluttered, piercing through the void and instantly appearing in front of Michael!

Two butterfly blades attacked Michael from the left and right, slashing at him in a staggered manner!

Michael parried with his sword, but was forced to retreat repeatedly by the terrifying killing wings on the butterfly blade!

In a direct confrontation, there are very few in the world who can suppress the Seraphim Michael!

Sila flashed and appeared in front of the two butterfly blades, gripping them tightly and pressing them down continuously!

"To hand over the very source of Heaven to others, Michael, you've really got some nerve!"

Sila gripped the butterfly blade and unleashed her full power!

Chapter 880, let's count slowly...

The butterfly blades, radiating a chilling killing power, pressed down relentlessly, clashing with the angel's sword and sparking brilliant flames.

Michael gripped the angelic sword in his hand, parrying the opponent's fierce attack, his eyes filled with the light of wisdom.

“Sila, wake up! You only saw the cause, but you didn’t foresee the consequences.”

Michael's words not only failed to awaken the angel of death, but also made the butterfly blades in Sira's hands even heavier.

"Cowardice? All I see in your eyes is cowardice!"

"If the origin of Heaven were in my hands, a new Heaven would have already been established, and Heaven would be the most powerful divine kingdom in the world!"

Sila looked at Michael and coldly questioned, "Michael, instead of conquering the populous Great Xia, you actually gave the origin of the Heavenly Kingdom to a Great Xia person?!"

"If we possessed the combined power of the faith of the entire Great Xia, the Heavenly Kingdom wouldn't have fallen to this state!"

Michael parried the aggressive killing angel with his sword and said calmly, "Violence and oppression cannot obtain pure faith. The kind of faith you speak of is nothing but a mirage, a castle in the air."

"A person who loses his faith, no matter how powerful he becomes, can only end up in destruction."

"Lucifer is like this, and so are you."

As he spoke, a dazzling golden light erupted from Michael's body, and streams of dense faith power almost solidified, flowing over the Angelic Holy Sword!

boom!!!

Michael transformed into a golden light and slashed fiercely at Sira, forcing the killing angel wielding the butterfly blades to retreat continuously!

Sila looked at Michael with astonishment, "How is this possible? You can actually unleash such terrifying power of faith?!"

Michael said coldly, "You still don't understand the power of miracles enough."

Sila noticed something was wrong with Michael and frowned.

"Wait, this isn't the power of faith in Heaven, this is..."

Before Sila could finish speaking, Michael gave her a definite answer.

“That’s right. This power of faith is not the original power accumulated from the Kingdom of Heaven, but comes from the allies of my Great Xia.”

"The Ancestral God of Gold, Ru Shou."

Sila frowned; she had never heard of this name before.

Who is this Ru Shou, that he possesses such terrifying power of faith?

Michael gripped the angelic sword in his hand, and his entire body erupted with dazzling golden light.

"Stop guessing. I now possess a source of light, which Ru Shou obtained from the Ancestral Temple!"

Upon hearing the name of the Ancestral Temple, Xila's eyes lit up with sudden realization.

No wonder Michael suddenly possessed such terrifying power of faith; this power of faith comes from the most primitive nature worship on Earth.

The twelve ancestral gods, through their boundless faith, reached the realm of half-step dimensional ascension!

But the Ancestral Temple has long since disappeared into the river of time. How did the Great Xia manage to summon the Ancestral Temple?

It's incredible that they even obtained such a precious natural source!

Michael, empowered by the source of light, overpowered Sila.

However, the angel of death, with his extremely rich combat experience and keen insight, saw through Michael's problem at a glance.

A murderous intent slowly flickered in Xila's beautiful eyes, and a cold smile appeared on her lips.