Godslayer, King's Face Card Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 67 Slaying the Arhat

Leopard Tail chuckled, his spear gleaming with golden light as he swept it across Hanuman. Hanuman raised his arms to block, but Leopard Tail easily severed both of Hanuman's arms. The spear slammed into Hanuman's head, shattering his face.

"Roar……"

Hanuman's remaining three faces roared simultaneously, but before it could react, the spear in Leopard Tail's hand spun, lifting the monkey into the air. Leopard Tail followed closely, the spear piercing straight through the monkey's body.

By the time the leopard's tail hit the ground, Hanuman was already dead beyond any doubt.

"Master, please take your companions and leave this mountain range first. I need to refine this mountain range formed from the sacrifice of living beings, which will take some time. Please wait a moment."

Leopard Tail then turned around and grinned憨厚ly at Ling Yunxiao.

Ling Yunxiao looked up and beckoned to Garuda King, who immediately swooped down and carried the group back onto his back.

After the group left, Leopard Tail grinned as he looked at the terrified Hanuman followers on the mountain. The monkeys roared and scattered, trying to escape, but before they could get far, Leopard Tail had already thrown a small cyan cauldron into the air with his spear. The cauldron slowly spun above the mountain range, and the entire mountain range was instantly enveloped in cyan light.

Leopard Tail charged into the monkey troop with his spear, crushing them like ants with incredible speed. The monkeys were so quickly wiped out that they didn't even have time to react before their bodies were torn to pieces.

Soon, the small cyan cauldron began to spin rapidly, and the entire mountain range here began to sway gently.

"What kind of alien god dares to commit violence in my territory? After I kill you, I will go to your country and slaughter your relatives as well."

A fierce voice suddenly rang out, and the group realized that a huge, bald monk wielding an axe was slumbering in the Hanuman Mountains. He slowly rose, his gaze sweeping vacantly over the leopard's tail before looking up at Garuda King in the void.

"You despicable beast, how dare you betray the Temple of Heaven! You deserve to die!"

After the monk finished speaking, he swung his giant axe at Garuda King.

“Master, save me! This is Rama, the seventh son of Vishnu, Prince Rama.”

Garuda King was terrified. If it had known that such a terrifying being existed here, it would never have brought everyone here.

At the same time, Si Xiaonan made her move. She opened her hand and gently pushed forward. The giant axe that came hurtling towards Garuda King grazed past its side without harming it in the slightest.

"The gods of Asgard? You've come here to provoke the Temple of the Celestials?"

The group exchanged glances, and Si Xiaonan's body inside the tent was immediately covered with a gauze veil. She smiled and spoke, her voice now that of Loki.

"Do we Asgardians need to report to a mere minor god like you to do our things? Are you trying to teach me how to do things?"

"Master, I am currently refining this mountain range and it is not convenient for me to take action at the moment. Please stall for a while longer."

Leopard Tail's voice rang in Ling Yunxiao's ears. Ling Yunxiao looked up at Si Xiaonan, but Si Xiaonan gently shook her head.

“He is a god-level being and skilled in combat, while my God of Deception abilities are not suited for combat. Delaying him for a while shouldn’t be a big problem.”

Ling Yunxiao shrugged, glanced at the remaining balance of the power of reincarnation, and took out the Judge's Pen without hesitation. Just as he was about to write, the tent behind him suddenly stirred up a snowstorm.

"With four of us at the top and one being a god, it's not impossible for us to not only stop him for a moment, but also kill him if we put in the effort."

"Yunxiao, there's no need to waste energy summoning gods. Just keep an eye on our health."

As soon as Wu Tongxuan finished speaking, he and Wang Mian leaped toward the Arhat Rama. Han Shaoyun and Si Xiaonan leaped into the air, while Leng Xuan, carrying the broken sword, landed lightly in front of Leopard Tail.

Rama, the Arhat, glanced contemptuously at Wu Tongxuan and Wang Mian charging towards him. His giant axe easily shattered Wang Mian's sword aura, and as the axe fell, Wang Mian's arm snapped off. Wu Tongxuan instantly lunged forward, his blood-dripping sword plunging into Rama's abdomen. Rama roared in fury, and Wu Tongxuan was kicked away, his chest caved in, clearly dead.

Just as Rama was about to rush towards Leng Xuan, a sudden gust of wind arose, and countless ice arrows shot towards him amidst the snowstorm. As he dodged in a sorry state, Si Xiaonan snapped his fingers, and then, the unharmed King's Mask appeared beside him.

The moment [Time Thug] was unleashed, a blood-dripping sword appeared again from the most bizarre angle, piercing directly into Rama's back.

The blood-dripping sword pierced through his body. Moro looked at Wu Tongxuan in disbelief. Even if Wang Mian had some secret technique that could regenerate severed limbs, he had clearly kicked this person to death. He could clearly feel that this person had lost all hope of life.

In that instant of Moro's astonishment, Leng Xuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and the broken sword silently flew from his hand, slashing towards Moro's head.

Moro suddenly came to his senses and retreated rapidly, realizing that he had completely dodged the attack.

Immediately, he felt a chill on his neck.

Moro's eyes widened suddenly, only to realize that he hadn't retreated at all; the broken blade had already slashed his neck.

If this knife had not been made by an ordinary person, I would probably be beheaded by now.

However, even if the few mortals in front of him didn't possess the power of origin and couldn't kill him, slowing him down and seriously injuring him would be no problem at all.

Moro's eyes darted around. In the temple of the gods, all the fearless deities had long since perished. He had abandoned his wife and children to hide here in order to survive, so he certainly wasn't a particularly valiant being.

Seeing that he was no match for these ants, and with an Outer God watching him from afar, Moro began to consider retreating.

“I think your divine status is actually quite compatible with mine. My divine ruins are [Myriad Phenomena], so refining you shouldn’t be a big problem.”

As Moro looked around searching for an exit, Wu Tongxuan laughed.

Wang Mian and Leng Xuan charged towards Moro with unwavering courage, but Wu Tongxuan flashed in front of Leopard Tail.

"Borrow some of the power of origin?"

Leopard Tail glanced at the blood-dripping sword in Wu Tongxuan's hand, which seemed familiar, and didn't hesitate to use it.

Soon, in addition to the hellfire, Wu Tongxuan's Blood-Dripping Sword was also covered with a layer of hazy Yin Marshal essence.

Before Moro, Wangmian had half his body chopped off again by his giant axe, while Leng Xuan had his neck snapped by Moro's other arm and was thrown out.

After confirming that the two had died at the same time, Moro picked up his axe and looked at Si Xiaonan and Han Shaoyun, who had been interfering with him in the void.

Before he could swoop down, his body was frozen in place for a second.

A blood-dripping sword appeared out of nowhere and easily severed his head.

Moro's head flew into the air and then crashed heavily into the ground.

Before he died, all he saw in his eyes were the unharmed Wang Mian and Leng Xuan.

His last thought before he died was, "Do these damned ants all possess immortal blood?"