Sorry, I have a husband now. His name is Lin Mo.

"Little sister, would you be interested in living with me in the divine realm?"

Yin Xue was clearly taken aback upon hearing this.

She had lived for countless years, been feared by others, hated by others, and hunted down as a demon king, but this was the first time she had ever been harassed in the street as a "little sister."

The surrounding people all turned to look at the little guy who had been personally chosen by the gods, their eyes filled with curiosity and envy.

Several elderly women carrying vegetable baskets squinted at Yin Xue, praising him with admiration.

Several vendors nearby also joined in the commotion.

Yin Xue felt a chill run from the tips of his wings straight to the soles of his feet.

She subconsciously looked down at herself—a tiny girl, round-faced, with red hair, and wings smaller than a mature bat.

In her mind, she cursed the god's ancestors for eighteen generations, along with his aesthetic taste.

Seeing that Yin Xue did not immediately refuse, the god assumed that his heartfelt confession had moved the red-haired beauty.

He walked slowly down the steps, his silver-gray robe trailing an elegant arc on the stone pavement. As he passed, the people bowed and made way for him.

He stopped in front of Lin Mo, bent down slightly, and extended his hand to Yin Xue in what he thought was the gentlest and most graceful tone.

"Come live with me in the realm of gods. My palace there is bigger than this city, and you can have whatever you want."

Yin Xue slowly turned his head to look at Lin Mo, only to find that the guy was leaning against a stone pillar with an extremely obvious wicked smile on his lips.

That expression was all too familiar to Yin Xue.

He had no intention of helping her out; he was just there to watch the show.

Yin Xue cursed under her breath, then she came up with an excellent way to get revenge.

The look of disgust on her face instantly switched to an innocent and carefree expression.

Then she stretched out her two little hands and hugged Lin Mo's neck, giving him a big, firm kiss on the cheek.

Then she turned to the god and gave him an extremely apologetic, sweet smile.

"Sorry, I already have a husband. This is my husband, look, isn't he handsome?"

The mischievous smile on Lin Mo's lips froze instantly.

He glanced at the blood still hanging around his neck; her eyes and brows revealed a delicate and charming appearance.

But Lin Mo could clearly see the cunning glint in that deeper glint.

The deity's brow furrowed very slightly, and his gaze lingered for a moment on the hand that was wrapped around Lin Mo's neck.

But soon his brows relaxed again, and his smile became even gentler and more tolerant than before.

He straightened up, put his hands behind his back, and spoke in a tone of righteous indignation, as if he were reciting a declaration of great sacrifice.

"It's alright, I don't mind that you've been married before. I'm willing to accept you. This is my mercy."

The entire crowd was moved by the deity's "forgiveness".

Several elderly women even began wiping the corners of their eyes with handkerchiefs.

The deity seemed quite pleased with the effect of his words, and the smug look on his face grew increasingly pronounced.

He could already picture the red-haired girl being completely captivated by him.

However, Lin Mo's words shattered his delusion.

"Where did this stray dog ​​come from? Get lost!"

quiet--

Utter silence.

The god's righteous expression froze on his face before he could even wipe it off.

He turned his head slightly as if he hadn't heard what Lin Mo had just said, his brows furrowed very slightly, but the tolerant smile on his lips hadn't completely disappeared.

"What...did you say?"

Lin Mo took a deep breath and slowly drew the black sword from its sheath.

Upon seeing this, the magnanimity on the god's face finally shattered completely.

"I didn't want to cause trouble."

Lin Mo slung the black sword over his shoulder, his tone as calm as if he were remarking on the pleasant weather.

"Looks like I'll have to cut in line early. Waiting for the ceremony to finish takes too long, I'll go up myself."

Blood flew from his shoulder, his two little hands clapped excitedly together, his red hair stood on end, and a standard gloating smile appeared on his face.

"Hehe, this should have been done a long time ago! Let him flirt with this demon king, let him pretend to be righteous, let him say he 'doesn't mind,' does he even deserve to look down on me? Lin Mo, go! Beat him up!"

Lin Mo glanced at her, his eyes filled with speechlessness.

He took a deep breath, gripped the black sword tightly again, and pointed the blade directly at the god whose face had turned ashen.

The moment Lin Mo drew his sword, the gods on the steps vanished from their spots almost simultaneously.

Several beams of light of different colors exploded and then condensed at the same moment, intertwining in mid-air to form a semi-transparent defensive barrier.

Several deities stood side by side behind the barrier, some of them already drawing their weapons.

Some formed hand seals, poised to strike.

Another person was crouching at the edge of the barrier, rapidly drawing lines in the void with their fingers, setting up some kind of law-based trap.

Their reaction speed is extremely fast; they are truly high-level deities.

The surrounding people burst into even louder sneers upon seeing this.

"Is this guy an idiot, daring to provoke a god?"

"I can't take it anymore, I'm dying of laughter. This guy has absolutely no self-awareness."

"Hahaha, challenging the gods? That's the funniest thing I've heard all year."

……

Lin Mo ignored their mockery and moved on.

Pure speed, so fast that even the dynamic vision of a god cannot keep up.

The stone slab he had just stood on was now covered in a spiderweb-like crack from the soles of his boots.

He himself had already appeared before the deity in the silver-gray robe.

The two were so close that the other could clearly feel the lingering aura of the ruins of Stone Mouth City on his black robe.

The god's eyes widened, his pupils contracting to their limit in that instant, and the lingering shadow of his self-righteous smile still lingered on his lips.

His mouth opened, and a few syllables of prelude squeezed out of his throat.

It was probably a warning, a spell, or a plea for mercy; no one knew, because the black sword had already fallen.

This sword strike had no charging, no skill enhancement, and no Thousand Eyes Cage Lock; it was just a simple vertical slash.

The sword blade cut in from above the head.

It runs down the bridge of the nose, Adam's apple, sternum, and abdomen, then emerges between the legs.

Before the god could even scream, he was neatly cleaved in two from the very center.

The two halves of the body fell to the left and right, hitting the stone floor with two almost overlapping muffled thuds.

Golden divine blood gushed out from the cut, splashing onto the steps, the barrier, and onto his companions behind him who hadn't yet had a chance to make a move.

The entire square fell silent.

The barrier was still in operation, and the gods still held their weapons, but everyone stopped moving at the same time, as if someone had pressed the pause button on the entire world, and even the sound of breathing disappeared.

A few breaths later, someone in the crowd let out an extremely sharp scream.

"what!"

Then the entire crowd exploded like a powder keg that had been lit.

"One...one sword...killed a god!?"

"Run! Run, run!"

"What's wrong? Isn't it a wedding? Tell me to come over and take a look."

"Why are they fighting? It's so lively!"

……

People are pushing and shoving at the back.

Some people were pushing forward, wanting to see what was going on.

Someone's shoe was stepped on and fell off.

Some children were crying loudly because they were being squeezed.

Several daring mercenaries even climbed onto the rooftops along the street, craning their necks to peer into the center of the square.

Lin Mo pulled the black sword from the remains of the corpse and shook off the golden divine blood that clung to the blade.

The bloodstains on the stone floor hissed and burned, leaving several thin scorch marks.

At the same time, the killing field was fully deployed, almost covering the entire capital city.

He raised his eyelids and looked at the gods behind the barrier who were still in a defensive posture, his gaze sweeping over their faces one by one.

He spoke calmly, "It's your turn."