With the Blade

This man who calls himself the Celestial God is far from as simple as they understood.

Perhaps they should never have brought this person back, or even gotten involved with him; an inexplicable terror has gripped their hearts, and they have no idea what they are really facing.

"That... Your Excellency Celestial God."

Taking a deep breath, Shan Bing gritted his teeth and stepped forward.

This was trouble they had stirred up themselves, and naturally, they had the responsibility to deal with it. Moreover, only the two of them had a closer relationship with this master—especially him, as he had been instructed by this master, and with some rounding, he could even be considered the master’s disciple.

Then, for this face value...

"Your Excellency Celestial God, business is more urgent."

Shan Bing forced a smile.

"Did we not say on the road that the court needs a master to hold the fort to face the northern grassland people... Now that you have said that everything under the heavens is yours, wouldn’t an incursion by the grassland people be going against you?"

Indeed, this was Shan Bing’s intention, at least to divert the master’s attention, and perhaps also to direct the troubled Great Chen towards an external enemy—although such blatant disaster leading certainly had its risks, considering the kind treatment he received from the old eunuch, he ultimately decided to repay this gratitude.

However, unfortunately, facing his explanation, the man who called himself the Celestial God shook his head.

"You may not have understood; what I mean is, everything under the heavens is mine... including the grassland people you mentioned."

The man who claimed to be the Celestial God looked down at Shan Bing.

"Why bother when two nests of ants are fighting at home?"

"Two nests of... ants?"

The scene fell into silence once again.

Although they had anticipated this result, none could accept such a metaphor—considering the countless deaths caused by the north-south struggle, so many heroes emerged in this protracted tug-of-war, leaving behind numerous legendary tales; they had paid so much for it, even everything.

But now, whether it was them, their formidable enemy, or everything they had worked for... in the eyes of this master, it was just two nests of ants fighting?

Why?

On what basis!

"You arrogant scoundrel, uttering blatant remarks..."

The old eunuch had already been overwhelmed by anger, causing more blood to gush from him.

"If you have the ability to say such words, then go and fight! Can you do that? Show me!"

"Lame provocation, but it doesn’t matter. I came here to kill."

The man who called himself the Celestial God lowered his eyes.

"I am standing right here, anyone with ideas can come and fight; come one and I’ll kill one, come two and I’ll kill a pair, ants come, I’ll kill ants, fleas come, I’ll kill fleas, and if everyone in this world wants to be my enemy, then I’ll just kill everyone in this world."

"You..."

The furious old eunuch was still holding his neck high, but Jiang Wenyuan and Shan Bing were already trembling with fear, knowing all too well, having seen the man’s ’Divine Sword Sunfall’ before, this man was not just making big talk.

If this man decided to, he could very likely do it.

"...Why?"

Already heavily wounded and not yet recovered, Jiang Wenyuan’s voice trembled more.

"Didn’t you say all this is yours? Why do something like this?"

"Just a regular cleaning, does such a thing need any reason?"

The man who referred to himself as Celestial God looked at Jiang Wenyuan with confusion.

"It’s inevitable for mosquitoes and insects to multiply at home; once you don’t see them, it’s as if they don’t exist...But since I’ve not only seen them now, they even want to bite me and suck my blood. So, do you think I should just annihilate them?"

"You..."

Jiang Wenyuan and Shan Bing felt their hearts sink into an icy pit.

Only now did they realize the magnitude of the disaster they had inadvertently wrought.

The man they invited back might not even be counted as a man.

They invited back a Demon Venerable for all of Great Chen, even for this entire world.

"What have we done..."

Jiang Wenyuan shakily pulled out a dagger; this short knife was his last resort, not for killing enemies, but merely for self-inflicted death when necessary such as being captured alive, bitten by a monster, or committing an unforgivable sin as now—Shan Bing alongside him showed no sign of stopping him, because Shan Bing had already placed the short sword at his own neck.

Being alive seemed to hold no meaning, as they personally buried everything, whether it be Great Chen or this vast world.

Death might be the final punishment and also the ultimate relief.

But unfortunately, even death was beyond their reach.

An invisible force restrained the blades when they began cutting the skin. They attempted to bite their tongues, but their tongues instantly healed as new—a power that wasn’t even a result of Evil Qi, as they felt no evil Qi fluctuations; even Jiang Wenyuan’s crippled leg and shoulder had fully recovered.

"I said, you are all mine."

The man identifying as Celestial God shook his head.

"I haven’t said you can die, so you must live."

"..."

At this moment, Shan Bing and Jiang Wenyuan were filled with utter despair.

Is this the prowess of a true master?

Facing a true master, are they even incapable of dying?

"You said we are just ants, just fleas..."

In the face of despair, where even death is unattainable, Shan Bing finally lowered his head.

"Then let us go, let us humble ants go. You also mentioned you came here to clean, so wouldn’t our deaths be just what you want..."

"Ants, too, have their purpose."

The man who claimed to be the Celestial God glanced at Shan Bing and Jiang Wenyuan.

"Ants and mosquitoes have their own uses. Put them to use in the right place, and they can become very handy. Not only can’t you die, but neither can he. None of you can die."

As he spoke, the bloodied old eunuch stood up; though he had previously appeared mutilated, now not a single injury was visible.

Throughout, there was no contact, even without a trace of evil Qi fluctuation—it was as if this was a miracle from a legend.

At this moment, everyone present had lost their ability to think.

Neither wishing to live nor to die, with just a word can raise the dead and heal the living, with just a wave of hand can lay even the greatest masters to defeat.

Could it be, they are truly facing a legendary Celestial God?

"What do you... really want?"

The old eunuch, recovered from his severe injuries, looked ashen-faced, being healed by the very person who defeated him, the ultimate insult—yet now he lacked even the ability to retaliate or commit suicide.

Is this supposed master just here to humiliate them? What does he truly want? What does he intend to do?

"I’ve already said, I came this time just for a cleanup."

Floating in midair, the man known as the Celestial God responded.

"So I need to fight, an endless fight, until I find the pest hidden in the house, kill the thief who wants to take my place... What? You ask why I want to fight? Is there really a need to ask such a thing?"

At this point, the man calling himself the Celestial God frowned.

"Turning things inside out before a big cleanup is very common."