# 1306
Chapter 1307: Might of the Sword Immortal
As that sword hum erupted, the expressions of the gods descending from the sky changed simultaneously.
They猛地抬头looked up sharply toward the end of Bifröst, their faces filled with disbelief: "Sword法则?! It's him?!"
Countless sword qi burst forth from the bridge like a tsunami, instantly tearing the clouds scattered across the sky into fragments. The brilliant sword rain falling from the heavens appeared as fragile as a golden toy before this sword qi tsunami, shattering inch by inch in the air until it vanished without a trace.
The God of Light, Baldur, seemed to recall something, and his expression immediately soured.
At the end of Bifröst,
at the center of the sword qi tsunami,
a young man in a black shirt, carrying a sword case on his back, walked forward slowly.
Those black obsidian-like eyes swept across the gods in the sky, narrowed slightly, and the surging sword intent seemed to boil in the air!
"Who... dares to harm my student?"
His voice wasn't loud, but the countless sword intents in the sky seemed to speak for themselves, emitting a sharp hum that transmitted his words to every corner of Asgard!
"Sword... Sword Saint Senior?!"
Lin Qiye stared at that familiar figure, only recovering his senses after a long while, joy blooming across his face!
"Commander Zuo, how did you find Sword Saint Senior?" Lin Qiye asked Zuo Qing excitedly.
Zuo Qing gave a bitter smile and shrugged, saying, "We didn't find him at all... He came on his own. When we arrived at the Asgard entrance, he was already there."
Lin Qiye was stunned. "How did he know I was here?"
"He said he encountered Michael in the mist, and Michael told him you were in danger and asked him to come here."
Michael?
Lin Qiye's mind immediately conjured that perfect angelic face.
Ever since they had left Heaven and Michael went to pursue Odin, there had been no news of Him... Was Zhou Ping's encounter with Him pure coincidence, or were there deeper reasons behind it?
One thing was certain, though—Michael had long known they had escaped from Hell, otherwise He wouldn't have directed Zhou Ping to Asgard.
Zhou Ping seemed to hear Lin Qiye's shout, turning to look at him with a gentle smile.
But soon, Zhou Ping's gaze fell on his body covered in wounds.
His brow furrowed as he looked at Hela, who was fighting Wang Mian not far away.
"So it's you..." Zhou Ping said calmly, his palm gently patting the surface of the black case behind him.
Ding—!!
A crisp sword hum rang out again. A dark golden blade of light shot from the sword case, instantly tearing through a corner of the Abyssal Depths, rushing straight toward Hela's face!
Hela's pupils constricted. Her figure retreated rapidly, endless pale bones continuously emerging from the deep pools she passed over, forming massive hand after massive hand, trying to grasp the dark golden longsword wrapped in sword intent. But before they could even touch the blade, they were shredded into pieces by the凌厉 sword qi.
As the sword's edge continued approaching in her vision, Hela's brow furrowed tightly. She abruptly stopped her retreat, cold abyssal death qi gathering in her palms, compressing into a membrane less than a millimeter thick. Under this death qi compressed to its extreme, even space twisted violently.
She raised those pitch-black palms and slammed them toward the incoming sword light!
A thick black aura burst forth. Under her two palms' grip, the body of the dark golden longsword vibrated violently. Surging sword qi madly cut into the membrane of abyssal death, producing a sound that made one's teeth ache.
Terrifying divine power surged from within Hela. As her hands pressed harder, blood spilled from her palms. But at the same time, the speed of the dark golden longsword gradually slowed, being controlled within her grasp!
Seeing this, a somewhat pale smile appeared on Hela's face...
But the next moment, her smile froze on her face.
Behind her, in the endless abyss, a figure in a black shirt had silently appeared at some point, standing right behind her.
Zhou Ping no longer carried that heavy black sword case. His upright posture was like a sword itself, standing firm in the swirling abyssal depths. Those black obsidian-like eyes slowly closed...
"Sword rises."
He spoke calmly.
His right hand raised before his chest, index and middle fingers joined together in a sword gesture. He pointed casually at Hela's back.
Ding—!!!
The sword cry exploded. A blade of light, fast to the extreme, surged from within Zhou Ping. In that instant, it pierced through Hela's chest!
Not only that—along the path Zhou Ping's finger pointed,
Three kilometers away, a tall temple seemed to be sliced by an invisible sword, collapsing amid rolling dust...
Five kilometers away, a Loki Lesser God who had been rushing over suddenly had his head separate from his neck, tossed high into the sky. As blood sprayed, his eyes held only confusion...
Twelve kilometers away, a mountain peak suddenly trembled. Dust billowed from the mountainside. The verdant peak top slid down along the smooth slash mark on the mountainside and crashed to the earth with a low rumble...
Viewed from high above, it was as if an invisible sword had pierced through a corner of Asgard, slicing everything in its path in two!
And at the end of this invisible sword... stood the black-clad Zhou Ping, right hand in sword gesture, posture rigid.
"You..." Hela lowered her head to look at the heart deep in her chest, utterly destroyed by sword qi. Bewilderment appeared in her eyes.
Before this, she had already suffered two nuclear bomb explosions, one wound from Ame-no-Murakumo, and several strikes from Wang Mian... But even so, she had never believed she would die. She had always been convinced that aside from a few extremely powerful Chief Gods in this world, no one at the same cultivation level could kill her.
But now, Zhou Ping's single sword strike had completely overturned her understanding.
"Harmed my student... repay with your life then." Zhou Ping's fingertip flicked gently. That dark golden longsword instantly severed Hela's head. It flicked the blood from its blade in mid-air and slowly settled into his hand.
Thud!
Hela's body fell heavily to the ground.
The Sword Principle had completely erased any possibility of her resurrection. From now on, there would be no Queen of the Underworld in Asgard.
Witnessing Hela's death with their own eyes, the gods in the sky had fury blazing in their eyes. After a low roar, they madly unleashed their divine power outward.
Master Chen, Zuo Qing, and Wang Mian charged into the clouds, about to engage the gods in battle. In an instant, the winds and clouds changed color!
The sky that had still retained some daylight darkened completely. Sand swirled in the wailing wind, as if ten thousand demons were growling lowly.
The heavy dark clouds were slowly parted. The spiritual energy scattered between heaven and earth surged violently, rolling upward onto a patch of pristine white clouds. In the span of a breath, a massive figure that touched the heavens broke through the clouds and crashed down onto Bifröst!
Endless demon and monster qi raged. A colossal figure wearing a Phoenix-Wing Purple Gold Crown and clad in Gold-Threaded Battle Armor slowly rose to its feet. Those eyes, seemingly burning with golden fire, swept over the gods below indifferently, then turned to look in another direction.
"Yang Jian... your speed is still slower than mine." That massive figure spoke in a low voice.
"Only your 【Heavenly Form】 is faster than mine."
At the end of the horizon, a figure in silver armor, wielding a Three-Pointed Double-Edged Blade, snorted coldly. A massive divine avatar suddenly rose from within him!