The Young Master Storms the City
Chapter 815 The Scent of Death

Chapter 815: Chapter 815 The Scent of Death

Deities are born powerful, standing at the very pinnacle of all creatures—there should be no adversaries except their own kind.

"I have no idea either... This kid is too strong!"

The Witch God was also somewhat panicked.

During his last battle with Ning Fan, he had grasped Ning Fan’s strength, which is why he had sought the help of the Wind God and the God of Fire.

The combined force of the three gods was enough to suppress Ning Fan, a mere mortal.

However, during this encounter, he immediately realized something was amiss.

How had this mortal’s strength increased again?

What a joke!

Is this still a human?

He’s the true deity!

"Stop worrying about it, if we don’t kill him today, none of us will benefit!" the Wind God said through clenched teeth.

He had always been the most competitive, let alone accepting defeat at the hands of a mortal.

Hearing this, the Witch God nodded and said in a deep voice, "We have no other choice, we must kill this kid and devour the Ice and Snow Goddess."

As his words fell, a terrifying aura burst forth from the three of them, sweeping across heaven and earth!

With them at the center, this aura enveloped everything around them!

Su Qingcheng was immediately suppressed, her cultivation too weak to even lift her head under the power of the three gods.

"What, what is... this power?"

Su Qingcheng’s face was full of fear as she trembled incessantly.

Even Xu Yourong was struggling to cope and could only release her own Divine Power to contest the might of the three gods.

"Mortals, with the three gods united, there is no deity that can stand against us, and you will be no exception!"

"Now kneel down, obediently offer your flesh to me, and I might consider sparing your life at this moment, allowing you to become a follower of mine!" the Witch God said, watching Ning Fan slowly.

Ning Fan curled his lips into a disdainful smile, "You are worthy?"

The Witch God’s face flushed with intense anger, and Divine Power surged around him, "Boy, now there are three deities here! Even if you have great abilities, you won’t be able to escape today!"

Saying that, the God of Fire and the Wind God stepped forward, standing behind the Witch God, staring at Ning Fan with predatory eyes.

"Just three deities!"

Ning Fan suddenly raised his right hand, and immediately a fierce Sword Qi burst forth around him, the terrifying momentum shooting straight into the sky!

The oppressive might of the three gods working together was even scattered at this moment!

Su Qingcheng then found the opportunity to breathe, and instead of moving forward, she quickly rushed to Xu Yourong’s side, pulling her behind Ning Fan.

"Despicable beings, daring to ambush me, I will tear those three apart!" Xu Yourong’s face was filled with rage, Divine Power swirling around her, ready to confront the three gods in battle, but she was stopped by Su Qingcheng.

"Don’t go, your strength is still too weak. Let Ning Fan deal with them," Su Qingcheng urged immediately.

If the two of them went to help now, it would not only be useless, but they would also hinder Ning Fan.

"Come on, let’s see whether you three deities are formidable or if I, a mortal, have the upper hand!"

Ning Fan’s complexion was a bit pale, as the power within him was rotating at its limit.

His injuries were not fully healed, but facing the three gods, he could not afford to show weakness!

"Damn it! How can this kid be so strong?"

Feeling the terrifying aura bursting forth from Ning Fan, the Wind God and the God of Fire both changed color at the same time.

They had lived for a long time and had seen countless strong humans, but they had never witnessed such horrifying aura as that of Ning Fan!

It wasn’t even a power that belonged to the mortal world!

"What are we afraid of?" the Witch God bellowed, gritting his teeth, "We are deities! And there are three of us! Are we still afraid of a mortal?!"

He stepped forward boldly, with a surge of Divine Power exploding behind him, condensing into a vast bloody shadow.

Seeing this, the God of Fire and the Wind God also drew upon their power, forming massive figures behind them!

The three figures standing atop Mount Everest were like the true gods descending from legend, enough to make any mortal witnessing this scene submit!

"This is the Shadow of Deity, capable of suppressing any mortal in the world!"

The Witch God rose into the air, looking down at Ning Fan from on high, his eyes full of disdain for humanity.

"Mere humans, still thinking of resisting deities!"

"For tens of thousands of years, deities have ruled over humans, and humans should submit to the rule of deities!"

Ning Fan, sensing the power of the three deities, shifted his expression slightly and then suddenly dissipated the Sword Qi behind him.

Seeing this, the Witch God burst into laughter, believing Ning Fan was prepared to surrender, "I’ve heard that in your Xia Country there’s an old saying, ’A wise man submits to circumstances.’ Surrendering is your best option."

"No, I just feel that you’re too arrogant," Ning Fan replied.

He wiped his right hand on the Storage Ring, and the Jadestone Mini-sword fell into his palm, with all his Spiritual Power pouring into the sword.

In an instant, heaven-shaking Sword Qi erupted from the Jadestone Mini-sword, but instead of scattering, it coiled and gathered behind him.

Feeling this terrifying aura, the Witch God’s smile froze.

The Wind God and the God of Fire also changed their expressions simultaneously.

In that Sword Qi, they sensed the breath of death.

"What’s going on?"

"Damn it, didn’t you say the three of us were enough to suppress him?"