Ma Ran wasnât one for idle chatter. After briefly explaining to his comrades, he transformed in an instant, surrounded by white smoke, wielding a purple-red Straight-Blade Tang Blade. His figure flashed and quickly appeared before the God of Slaughter.
The bladeâs light raged!
"Arrogant mortal! Unforgivable!"
The God of Slaughter, consumed with rage, completely lost his rationality: "Let me show you the true power of the Divine, something youâll never possess!"
Though his words were fierce, unfortunately, there was indeed a vast gap in strength between him and Ma Ran.
If not for the unique nature of the Divine Format System granting him life force twisted to a formidable level, and divine power shielding his soul, he would have already been slain by Ma Ran multiple times. How could he have lasted so long?
One second...
Two seconds...
Three seconds!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Smoke and dust billowed as deep red and purple-red lights intertwined, slightly warping the surrounding space.
A scorching, charred odor permeated the air.
Across the sky and earth, every second, dozens of indelible marks appeared.
Not far away, Su Qiangwei narrowed her eyes slightly, activating [Yukong] to adjust her distance from the battlefield, ready to lend a hand at any moment.
Coming with Ma Ran to Pluto was specifically to support this guy, wasnât it?
"Tsk..."
Her beautiful eyes sparkled as she watched intently ahead: "Feels like watching âTrue and False Monkey Kings.â
In her view, the God of Slaughter imitated Ma Ranâs form, making it seem like Ma Ran versus Ma Ran.
With eyes sharper than Buddha himself, Master Qiangwei could discern truth from falsehood with a single glance, even in the fiercest battle without confusion.
Unfortunately, there wasnât a scene of âDistinguishing Truth and Falsehood Before the Buddha.â
Otherwise, she could have slapped the counterfeit God of Slaughter to death!
Showing divine power before others is a deep-rooted instinct in humans, and Master Qiangwei occasionally wanted to show off too!
Thinking of this, a thoughtful glint flashed through Su Qiangweiâs amber eyes.
What kind of god did Ma Ran see?
She grew more curious!
Actually, the [Caged Gaze] ability, which was useful during battles in A3 District and Lotus City Demon Mountain, allowed shared vision and would be suitable for this situation.
However...
Ma Ran was special.
His spirit intensity was now beyond belief, even with Su Qiangweiâs hundred passive abilities, she couldnât match him in this regard.
Using [Caged Gaze] or similar abilities on Ma Ran without permission could trigger spiritual backlash, possibly losing half her combat power on the spot and becoming a burden.
"Forget it, nothing is perfect; imperfection is the norm in the cosmos."
While Su Qiangwei was reflecting on this, on the other side, Ma Ran was already grinding the God of Slaughter into the ground.
The situation had become crystal clear.
The God of Slaughterâs face was nearly beaten swollen, yet he stubbornly resisted, trying to fend off Ma Ranâs assault while struggling to say: "Mortal! You forced me!"
"Slaughter, Law, Divinity..."
"âEraseâ these two arrogant Earthlingsâ lives!"
Swish!
At this moment, time seemed completely frozen.
Deep red light swept across Pluto in an instant, covering the planetary surface thoroughly.
The halted flow of time resumed its normal course.
"Under the divine, all are ants."
The God of Slaughterâs tone was indifferent: "Without gathering even a trace of divinity, a mere legend dares to spout grandiose words before a god, utterly ignorant of life or death... how... how could they still be alive?"
His trump card, âErase,â hadnât harmed Su Qiangwei in the slightest.
As for Ma Ran nearby, not only was he unscathed, but his aura seemed even stronger than before...
This was what the God of Slaughter found most incomprehensible!
He began to doubt his divine existence.
Had he perhaps absorbed too much Power of Faith lately, failing to convert it promptly into pure Slaughter Divine Power through the Divine Format, leading to this state of lost lucidity?
The events transpiring before him might not be real; everything seemed like a dream...
"Ah!"
The slash of the blade fell, twisting the God of Slaughterâs figure, eliciting a heart-wrenching scream of pain.
This soul-deep pain made him acutely aware that this was no dream, nor was he lost in the Power of Faith.
Everything happening was genuinely real!
While the God of Slaughter was distracted, Ma Ran wasnât standing idly by, waiting; he took the opportunity to deliver a slash.
"Now, you have no more value."
Ma Ranâs eyes were calm as the Tang Blade in his hand swung with increasing ferocity. Each slash more ruthless than the last, each strike decisive, leaving no room for retreat: "Thus..."
"Die!"
After comparing the divine traits of [God] and [God of Slaughter], Ma Ran gained deeper insights into this aspect.
Killing gods wasnât difficult!
Swish!
Swish!
Swish!
As the blade rotated, three marks, like crescents of purple-red, imprinted on the God of Slaughterâs form.
Crackling!
A nerve-wracking cracking sound suddenly erupted.
Though not loud, the sound spread throughout Pluto, clearly audible no matter where one was.
At the same time, cobweb-like cracks gradually appeared on the God of Slaughterâs body.
These cracks continued spreading over time, unable to repair, irreversibly extending.
For the Divine Format Systemâs divinities, being slain physically isnât significant. Even if their soul shatters into fragments, as long as it doesnât fully dissipate, consuming a portion of divine power could quickly restore them to their original state.
While the [Soul Reshaping] ability canât be whimsically applied to other life forms, it nonetheless showcases some aspects of the formidable nature of Divine Format System gods.
However...
Under Ma Ranâs three strikes, the God of Slaughter was wounded not only in his divine body and divine soul, but even his divine format was slashed, suffering irreversible damage.
Even without further strikes, within moments, the God of Slaughterâs divine format would shatter, everything of him would vanish into historyâs long river, wholly becoming nothing.
"Godslayer!"
In the moment of death, the God of Slaughter seemed to regain a trace of calm.
His malevolently venomous gaze focused on Ma Ran and Su Qiangwei.
At this moment, he realized his demise was certain, beyond any chance of reversal.
Ma Ran, who directly slain his divine body and divine soul and shattered his divine format, indeed was the main culprit.
And Su Qiangwei, appearing to do nothing while standing by idly...
If not for her presence, the God of Slaughter believed he wouldnât have died!
With his cautious nature cultivated from a millennium of divinity, he surely would have fled immediately upon their arrival, never engaging in this life-or-death battle!
Ma Ran, however strong, so what?
If he couldnât win, not fighting was always an option, wasnât it?
Upon seeing Ma Ran, he would have immediately retreated, how could the opponent then kill him?
Dragging it out for hundreds of years, once the opponentâs lifespan expired, wouldnât Earth become his Faith Ranch again?
At this thought, the God of Slaughter realized the root of the issue.
Perhaps...
From the very start, he was tricked by Su Qiangwei!