# 1333
Chapter 1334: Keeping You Safe
As Lin Qiye saw Verdandi, Verdandi also saw him.
"Verdandi?" Tyr, who was being疯狂追杀 by Zhou Ping, caught sight of her appearance from the corner of his eye, his eyes lighting up.
"Asgard has come to this state, yet you three goddesses still seclude yourselves from the world? Don't forget—you are still Norse gods!"
Those beautiful eyes flickered slightly, quickly shifting away from Lin Qiye, and she sighed softly. The silver spear in her hand swept out a long arc. Unlike the other Norse gods, she didn't pursue Lin Qiye, but instead thrust directly toward Zhou Ping on the other side!
Sensing the approaching spear light, Zhou Ping, who had been chasing God Tyr, furrowed his brow.
He stepped back, abandoning Tyr before him, and instead thrust out a blade of sword light. Countless sword qi shattered like falling raindrops, billowing toward the slender figure gripping the spear.
Against this terrifying sword qi rainstorm, Verdandi's figure didn't retreat but advanced instead. Her spear tip thrust out abruptly, instantly tearing a massive hole through the countless sword qi. A trace of spear light crossed the void, pressing directly toward Zhou Ping's face!
CLANG—!!
A dark-gold sword死死抵住 the spear. The invisible shockwave from the collision between sword intent and spear light rippled outward, instantly clearing a vacuum zone with a radius of several dozen kilometers!
The sword hummed softly as Zhou Ping swept the sword away, stepping backward through the air several steps, his black robe fluttering slightly.
He gazed at this tall goddess, confusion flickering in his eyes.
"Who are you? When I came to Norse two years ago to test my sword, I didn't see you."
"I am the 'Present.'"
Verdandi held the spear in one hand, speaking calmly, "Human, you have great potential... but right now, you still cannot defeat me."
"She actually repelled Sword Saint Senior face-on?" Cao Yuan witnessed this, his expression shocked beyond measure.
Since Zhou Ping ascended to godhood, Lin Qiye and the others hadn't seen him act many times, but no matter who his opponent was, he always maintained a dominating state... which led them to instinctively believe that Zhou Ping had already become invincible below the Supreme God.
But now, Verdandi's strength had once again shattered their understanding.
"He is the Great Xia Sword Immortal, but not unbeatable in all the world." Lin Qiye shook his head. "Sword Saint Senior only broke through to the divine realm a little over three years ago. Being stronger than most Chief Gods is already remarkable... with so many mythological beings in this world, there are bound to be some freakishly powerful deities even more monstrous than him. Perhaps in the future, Sword Saint Senior truly can become unrivaled... but not now."
Lin Qiye remembered clearly that when he first met the "Present" goddess Verdandi, Si Xiaonan had said, "She is the future of the past and the past of the future. The past exists because of her, and the future changes because of her"—even if Loki and Thor joined forces, they might not be Verdandi's对手.
If all the Chief Gods in today's world were ranked by strength, Verdandi undoubtedly stood at the very apex of the pyramid.
Zhou Ping couldn't defeat her; this was only to be expected.
Just as the几个人 exchanged words, a鎏金紫纹长袍 materialized beside Zhou Ping, rippling without wind.
The Queen Mother of the West's eyes gazed intently at Verdandi ahead. She raised her palm gently, and an ancient, mysterious mirror slowly rose from behind her.
The Great Xia Supreme God artifact, the Kunlun Mirror!
The mirror's surface quivered slightly, attempting to shroud Verdandi's figure within, but the latter seemed to sense something. Her form darted about like a startled swan, continuously evading through the air. Countless afterimages rippled outward, her speed actually surpassing the Kunlun Mirror's reflected light!
Upon seeing this, the Queen Mother of the West's elegant brows furrowed slightly. She cradled the Kunlun Mirror in her palm and said to Zhou Ping in a low voice:
"I'll handle her. Go kill the gods you need to kill."
With those words, the Queen Mother of the West transformed into a streak of azure light, charging directly toward Verdandi's spear.
Two graceful figures tore through the sky, sometimes clashing thunderously, sometimes circling and evading, like wandering dragons continuously traversing between reality and the mirror's surface.
Seeing this, Zhou Ping said nothing more. He simply raised his sword and descended upon the heavily wounded Tyr!
Lin Qiye and the others watched the unprecedented divine battles with rapt attention, when several sharp vine blades cleaved through the void, arriving at their side almost instantly!
These vine blades were far too fast. After all, Lin Qiye and the others were merely mortals. By the time they sensed the danger, it was already too late. Just as these vine blades were about to pierce through their bodies, a crisp bell chime rang out from behind them.
DING DING DING—!
The bronze bell struck, and an invisible sound wave deflected the foremost vine blades. A carriage continuously weaving through the illusory courtyard materialized like a specter from behind Lin Qiye and the others, rushing forward at high speed.
Another dozen or so vine blades flew in, all embedding themselves into the carriage's surface with a sharp, metallic clang.
"You several are still here? Are you trying to die?"
Master Chen's voice rang out from within the carriage. With a soft click, the carriage door opened automatically, and the carriage seemed to come alive, instantly swallowing Lin Qiye and the others into its Mindscape!
Lin Qiye, who had escaped death by a hair's breadth, felt his vision blur. When his surroundings came into focus, he found himself sitting on a hard wooden stool.
Before him was a wooden table laid out with exquisite tea utensils, and behind it sat Master Chen, dressed in gray robes, his expression one of slight anger.
"Master Chen?" An Qingyu, seated beside Lin Qiye, was startled.
"The outside is full of Chief Gods fighting each other, and you don't even run far away? You dare watch the show? Can any of you handle battles at this level?" Master Chen snorted, heavily setting the cup in his hand on the table surface with a dull thud.
He pointed toward the carriage window.
"Do you brats have any idea? Any god out there could sneak attack you and take your lives? If this old man hadn't been watching over you the whole time, you'd be four corpses right now."
"...Five." From within the coffin, Jiang Er quietly added.
An Qingyu considered this. "I probably wouldn't die, so four."
"No, three." Lin Qiye touched the hair at the back of his head.
"Tch, this young master isn't so easily killed either."
Baili Pangpang grinned mischievously.
Cao Yuan: ...?
"Still laughing and joking around?" Master Chen pretended to be furious, shooting them a glare. Lin Qiye and the others immediately fell silent.
Master Chen sighed, waving his hand.
"Regardless, until they finish fighting, you just stay老老实实 here...
No matter what's happening outside, in this place, this old man will keep you safe."