Those cords whipped ceaselessly against
"If you kneel down and beg for mercy, and call Ming a son of a bitch, I might consider making things a little more comfortable for you. Otherwise, I'll make you my pet and torment you day and night, to soothe the hatred in my heart!" The God of Death cackled with wild, triumphant laughter.
"You're the son of a bitch!" Xiao Yu spat coldly, cursing.
The God of Death's voice paused for a moment, then spoke in a sinister tone: "Since you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit, don't blame me! Hmph…"
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
Five or six of the cords suddenly hardened like tempered steel. Pfft, pfft, pfft—they pierced straight through Xiao Yu's body, sending blood spraying everywhere. One of them even shattered a rib, drawing a shrill scream of agony from Xiao Yu.
"Hahaha, scream! Scream! Hopefully that old man Ming can hear you too!" The God of Death let out a delighted laugh.
Blood trickled slowly from the corner of Xiao Yu's mouth. He stared coldly into the void and let out an angry snort: "Son of a bitch, if you've got the guts, then kill me!"
"Hahaha, kill you? Killing you would be such a meaningless accomplishment. I want to slowly torture you—seeing you writhe in pain reminds me of all the suffering I endured over the years. Today I can finally get my revenge, and the feeling is absolutely exhilarating! Once I absorb those sub-gods and restore my physical body, I'll take you to find that old man Ming and settle the score!" the God of Death said in a gloomy voice. "I'll make sure the two of you can never rise again for all eternity!"
Just as the God of Death was gloating in triumph, the pair of colossal hands in the void continued to crumble apart.
"What's going on?" The God of Death's voice trembled, because he could sense an enormous aura surging skyward.
After those two giant hands collapsed, a figure slowly materialized. A pair of wings—one black and one white—fanned gently behind him. The power of light and dark laws swirled around his arms like blazing flames. On his forearms were a pair of ashen, bone-like bracers, wreathed in flickering tendrils of black death energy.
In Nie Li's eyes burned a terrifying killing intent as he gazed calmly at the enormous black heart suspended in the void.
"That's impossible! You've actually comprehended the power of death law as well!" The God of Death cried out in shock. He could feel himself slowly losing his grasp over the power of death law. Someone was actually stealing his death law power away from him!
"Comprehending the power of death law isn't all that difficult. Next—you can die!" Nie Li said calmly, his voice carrying an unmistakable finality. He walked slowly, step by step, toward the black heart at the center of the void.
"I am the true God of Death! You think you can seize my power of death law? Don't even dream of it!" the God of Death roared furiously. Countless bone spikes shot toward Nie Li like a storm.
But those bone spikes froze just a few meters from Nie Li's body, then burst apart with a series of pops, disintegrating into fine powder.
Nie Li continued his calm advance, speaking in a measured tone: "In truth, the moment your divine spark shattered, you ceased to be the God of Death. You're no different from the other sub-gods—the only distinction is that your comprehension of the death law runs deeper than theirs, so the death law energy in heaven and earth naturally converges on you. But once someone else comprehends the death law more deeply than you do, the death law will make its choice on its own—and gravitate toward that person."
"What are you trying to say?" The God of Death's voice could no longer maintain its composure.
"My comprehension of the death law has already far surpassed yours. Which means—your divine spark has been stripped away," Nie Li said coldly.
"That's impossible! I am the God of Death! I've been wielding the power of death law for tens of thousands of years! How could your comprehension possibly exceed mine?!" The God of Death bellowed in fury, launching a rain of bone spikes toward Nie Li. But no matter what he did, the spikes always burst apart a few meters from Nie Li's body, unable to reach him.
Nie Li kept walking forward, step by step, and said calmly: "You're like a cricket trapped inside a bottle. All you can see is what's inside the bottle. But there's someone outside the bottle, looking in at you…"
Hearing these words, the God of Death's voice quivered slightly as he asked: "You're from that domain?"
Nie Li hadn't expected the God of Death to know something about that domain. He considered for a moment, then nodded: "You could say that."
Upon hearing this, the God of Death was nearly driven to despair. Years ago, when he had been defeated by the Ruler of the
They, the spirit gods, were merely the embodiment of this world's laws—in that domain, they were the lowest of the low!
"I refuse to accept this! I've cultivated the power of death law for tens of thousands of years, and it's inferior to your single moment of comprehension?! I want you dead!" The God of Death drove the bone spikes in a frenzy, but everything he did was futile. Just as he was about to kill Xiao Yu first, the cords binding Xiao Yu's body suddenly snapped apart with a series of explosive pops.