The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 780: Today, I Shall Slay a God_1

Chapter 780: Chapter 780: Today, I Shall Slay a God_1

Boom boom boom!

In the room, a series of explosions like thunder erupted.

When enemies meet, there’s an added hostility in their eyes.

To lose to a mortal was a disgrace in the long divine life of the Ice and Snow Goddess.

She had come here today to erase that disgrace!

The collision of their auras was so intense that the invisible pressure made it hard for anyone else in the room to breathe.

Seeing this, Ning Fan waved his right hand, and with a few waves of Spiritual Power, he swept them up and pulled them downstairs.

"Chen Yi, help them take the Elixirs."

Ning Fan’s voice came from upstairs, followed by several bottles of Elixirs.

Chen Yi’s body was full of frostbite, shaking as she took the bottles, poured out an Elixir, and swallowed it.

As the power of the medicine dispersed, her wounds visibly improved at a remarkable speed.

She didn’t dare to rest, hurriedly taking up the Elixirs, and administered them to Chen Donglai, Shuang’er, and the others.

Although their injuries were severe, they were only so for mortals; the Ice and Snow Goddess hadn’t even used her Divine Power.

These Elixirs were enough to heal their wounds.

"I need to go help Master!"

Shuang’er had just regained her ability to move when she sprang up from the ground, but Chen Yi held her back.

"The enemy’s power is too strong, you can’t help Ning Fan right now," Chen Yi could clearly feel it wasn’t an existence Shuang’er could contend with, "Let Ning Fan resolve it on his own; we must have faith in her."

"But..."

"No buts, your injuries haven’t fully healed either, have they?"

Shuang’er instantly fell silent, the only one who had truly engaged in battle with the Ice and Snow Goddess was herself.

Although her superficial cuts and bruises had healed, the injuries caused by the Divine Power lingering in her body were not something that could be cured in an instant.

A rough estimate showed her current strength could exert less than ten percent of its usual power.

Huo Erba, who had already been seriously injured, had been pierced through the heart by an arrow of Profound Ice; he was hanging on to life temporarily with the use of Elixirs.

The only two who had fully recovered, Chen Yi and Chen Donglai, were utterly unable to help.

Shuang’er clenched her teeth, snatched the remaining bottles of Elixirs from Chen Yi’s hand, poured them down her throat in one go, and immediately sat down cross-legged to operate her Cultivation Technique to heal her injuries.

"Master... wait for me, Shuang’er will come to help you soon!"

In the room, Ning Fan and the Ice and Snow Goddess stood opposite each other, their formidable auras clashing back and forth.

The walls around them couldn’t withstand their power—cracks spread like a spider web, and the whole room quivered on the verge of collapse, making a creaking sound like shattered glass.

"Mortal, your power is truly mystical; I’ve never seen a being like you before," remarked the Ice and Snow Goddess, effortlessly contending with Ning Fan, her body surrounded by a pale blue chill.

"Is that so? Then that might be your last sight," Ning Fan said, his expression darkening, the opponent’s power had grown stronger than he had imagined.

Compared to their last encounter, it had multiplied several times, almost on par with his own prime!

If he hadn’t been injured, he would have been confident in defeating this foe.

But now...

"Mortal, you’re hesitating; you know you may not defeat this deity this time," the Ice and Snow Goddess said with an air of certainty.

After absorbing the Wannian Xuanbing, she felt an unprecedented increase in her power.

At this moment, there was only one feeling in her heart:

In heaven and earth.

I alone am supreme!

"Even if I were to lose, you would still die!" Ning Fan took a deep breath and began to circulate his Spiritual Power frantically.

The Blood Dragon Armor appeared, its dragon head lifelike and filled with a bloodthirsty killing intent.

Looking at him, the Ice and Snow Goddess maintained a calm smile, "Mortal, I am in a good mood today; I’ll give you a chance."

"Swear fealty to me, commit your whole being to my service, and I will make you the first guardian of my Divine Kingdom. You may borrow my Divine Power to spread my faith on my behalf."

"With your current strength, plus mine, you can become the most powerful being in this world, with no one to match you!"

"Henceforth, among these millions of believers, you shall stand first among them!"

Ning Fan smirked and condensed a Spiritual Power Longsword in his palm, "That sounds great. Any conditions?"

"Offer me your soul," said the Ice and Snow Goddess indifferently, "Swear with your soul to serve me eternally, forever and ever."

"Become the strongest in the world?"

"Of course."

"Bullshit!"

Ning Fan scoffed, raising the Spiritual Power Longsword as his aura suddenly turned cold and severe.

Not even his own mother could necessarily claim to be the strongest in the world, and you dare to say such a thing?

"Mortal, you are offending a deity!" the Ice and Snow Goddess’s expression darkened.

As a Deity, all mortals should bow down!

She had already been exceedingly gracious to allow him to become a believer, and yet this mortal still dared to be ungrateful!

"Haha, a deity..."

Ning Fan abruptly gripped the Longsword tighter, the aura around him instantly transforming into a sharp blade, slashing fiercely forward!

"Today, I will slay a deity!"

Swish!

As the Spiritual Power Longsword fell, a whistling blade of light cut through the air, its spreading force nearly bisected the entire room.

"Damn it, you still held back your strength before?" the Ice and Snow Goddess’s pupils contracted sharply.