Within another plane.
The sky here was an eternal pale gold, with clouds like flowing veils of light, and the air was thick with pure, majestic energy.
Buildings floated in the sky, constructed from crystalline divine power. Those walking the streets all possessed powerful auras. This was the God Realm, the abode of the gods.
But at this moment, this domain that should have been peaceful was torn apart by ear-piercing screams.
“Run! Run quickly!”
“A monster! He’s a monster!”
Several figures fled frantically through the sky. Though they exuded a pressure of at least Rank 9, they were currently filled with terror, looking like stray dogs.
Behind them, a figure as massive as a mountain walked at an unhurried pace.
It was Orosius.
He held a head in his right hand.
The owner of the head had been a Rank 9 divine general guarding the borders of the God Realm just moments ago. Now, his eyes were wide open, his face frozen in an expression of unbelievable terror.
A cruel smile hung on Orosius’s lips as his pupils scanned the fleeing figures ahead, like a hunter admiring panicked prey.
“Why are you running?”
His voice was low, yet it made the fleeing individuals tremble. “Weren’t you quite brave just now? Didn’t you keep saying you would slay the intruder?”
He casually tossed the head aside. It traced an arc through the air, smashing against the wall of a floating temple and splattering a patch of striking golden-red.
“Tsk,” Orosius clicked his tongue. “I thought everyone here was born at the God rank?”
He stopped in his tracks and threw his head back, laughing loudly.
“Hahahaha! So the God rank is such a rare existence here after all!”
His laughter rolled through the God Realm like thunder, causing several distant floating mountains to shake slightly.
The fleeing people had already vanished past the horizon, and Orosius didn’t bother to give chase. He turned his head toward another direction.
There, a figure floated silently.
The person wore a simple white robe, his face blurred within a soft halo of light. Only a pair of golden eyes were clearly visible, calmly watching Orosius.
Orosius could feel it—this was the pressure of a true God rank, completely different from those Rank 9 small fry from before.
“Finally, someone decent has shown up.” Orosius grinned and began walking toward the other party.
He walked very slowly, each step causing ripples to spread through the void, as if the laws of this God Realm were resisting his presence.
A solemn expression appeared on the white-robed god’s face, but he did not speak or move, simply watching Orosius approach.
Orosius wasn’t angry. He walked up to the figure and stopped.
His tall frame cast a shadow that completely enveloped the white-robed god. He looked down at the other, his dark gold vertical pupils reflecting the blurred face.
“I say…” Orosius spoke, his voice carrying a cat-and-mouse playfulness. “In the world I come from, there is a god.”
He paused, observing the other’s reaction.
The white-robed god remained silent.
“That god,” Orosius continued, his tone gradually turning cold, “actually dared to interfere with my world.”
He leaned over slightly, bringing his face close to the white-robed god until the distance between them was less than half a meter.
“Who is he?”
Orosius’s voice was very low, yet it carried an undeniable sense of oppression.
“Tell me, and you can live.” He bared his teeth. “If you don’t…”
Dark red destruction energy began to gather around him, and the air let out an overburdened wail.
“I don’t mind killing every god I see.”
The moment the words fell, the white-robed god finally moved.
He slowly raised his right hand and extended his index finger, lightly tapping Orosius’s chest.
In the next instant, Orosius’s pupils constricted. He felt an indescribable force surging into his body from that finger.
“You think far too highly of yourself.”
The white-robed god finally spoke, his voice calm and rippleless.
In the next second.
Boom!!!
Orosius was sent flying, tracing a straight black line through the air as he smashed violently into a distant sea.
The water exploded into a thousand-meter-high wave, and a massive depression was instantly evaporated onto the surface, revealing the crystalline seabed below.
The shockwave swept across dozens of miles, shaking several floating mountains off their orbits.
The white-robed god withdrew his finger and sighed softly.
“Intruder, leave. This is not a place you should be.”
He turned, preparing to depart.
But just as he lifted his foot, he stopped.
Because he felt that the violent aura at the bottom of the sea had not weakened. On the contrary… it had become even stronger.
Splash!
The sea exploded as Orosius soared into the sky from the seabed, landing on the shore.
He was soaked. At the spot on his chest where the finger had tapped, the skin had turned a strange grayish-white.
But a ferocious smile appeared on Orosius’s face.
“It seems,” he licked a trace of blood from the corner of his mouth, “that you really do want to die.”
Before the words finished echoing, his figure vanished.
The white-robed god’s pupils shrank, and his body instinctively leaned back.
Whoosh!
A fist grazed the tip of his nose, the wind from the punch tearing a small crack in the space behind him.
So fast!
The white-robed god was inwardly startled but immediately calmed himself.
“Good speed, but not enough.”
The white-robed god looked at the fist before him, preparing to counterattack, when he suddenly reacted.
At some point, Orosius’s fist had become enveloped in a thick purple light.
The light wasn’t dazzling, yet it made the white-robed god’s hair stand on end.
That was… the manifestation of destruction.
The fist fell.
With the point of impact as the center, everything within a thousand-meter radius—even space itself—was silently annihilated in an instant.
The white-robed god teleported away at the last moment, reappearing several thousand meters away. He looked back at that area.
It had turned into a patch of pure nothingness.
“Madman…” the white-robed god muttered under his breath.
Orosius stood at the edge of that nothingness, looking at the god who had appeared in the distance unharmed. There wasn’t a hint of surprise on his face.
“I knew you wouldn’t die.”
He shook his hand, and the purple light dissipated. “The God rank is such a hassle.”
The white-robed god took a deep breath, and anger finally surfaced in his golden eyes.
“There seems to be no grievance between us.”
He said in a heavy voice, “I will deal with the fellow you mentioned. Now, leave the God Realm.”
Orosius laughed at the words.
“Hahaha!”
He threw his head back and laughed, his voice full of madness. “You think I’ll just give up like that?”
The laughter stopped abruptly.
He stared at the white-robed god, his eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty light.
“I won’t rest until I see that fellow’s corpse.”
Looking at Orosius’s frenzied state, the white-robed god shook his head helplessly.
He knew that negotiation was no longer possible.
This member of the demon race was an utter madman. For the sake of a goal, he could ignore all rules and trample over every bottom line.
Since that was the case...
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