# 505
**Chapter 505: Battling the God of the Underworld**
Xijin City.
Third Uncle’s Countryside Diner.
Zuo Qing pushed open the glass door and stepped into the empty restaurant, heading straight for the kitchen.
It wasn’t mealtime, and aside from Third Uncle reading the newspaper, there wasn’t a single customer in sight.
“Hello, how many in your party?”
Third Uncle stood up with a smile when he saw a customer arrive.
“Sorry, I’m looking for someone.” Zuo Qing gave a polite smile, lifted the cloth covering the kitchen door, and quickly walked in.
Seeing it wasn’t a customer, Third Uncle clicked his tongue, swayed back, and sat down again.
“Zuo Qing?”
Ye Fan, sleeves rolled up and scrubbing dishes, looked up in surprise. His expression quickly turned serious. “Something happened?”
Zuo Qing nodded and handed him a file.
“Two minutes ago, a powerful divine fluctuation appeared in Lintang City. Analysis confirms it’s the Egyptian underworld god, Osiris—Divine Codename 029.”
“Osiris?” Ye Fan didn’t even wipe the water from his hands as he flipped through the file. “Why didn’t the border detect anything?”
“Someone set up an altar in Lintang and summoned him directly.”
Ye Fan finished reading, his brows tightly knit.
“Why now of all times…”
“Do you think the outer gods have figured something out?”
Ye Fan pondered for a moment. “Most likely. Otherwise, they wouldn’t dare send Osiris straight in. If that’s the case… things just got a lot more complicated.”
“There’s only half a year left until the deadline set by the Tianzun. If the outer gods really attack during this period, what do we do?”
“Half a year…”
Ye Fan sighed deeply. “Repairing the Heavenly Court’s core is a process of rebuilding the Great Dao. It cannot be interrupted or disturbed. During this time, all Great Xia gods involved in the repair cannot intervene…
If anything happens, we’ll have to rely on ourselves.”
“Humans… against gods…” Zuo Qing smiled bitterly. “One or two gods, maybe. But if it escalates into full-scale divine war, how could we possibly hold?”
Ye Fan patted Zuo Qing’s shoulder. After a moment of silence, he said slowly, “Zuo Qing, others can be afraid… but we can’t. If the sky falls, we’re the ones who have to hold it up.”
Zuo Qing took a deep breath, steadied himself, and nodded.
“So what do we do now? The Sword Saint is already confronting Osiris, but he can only hold him off. He can’t kill a Nine-Pillar God. If this drags on, Osiris will eventually notice something’s off.”
Ye Fan walked to the window and looked up at the sky. Calmly, he said:
“There’s one Great Xia god who didn’t join the Heavenly Court repair. With him here… Osiris won’t make a splash.”
…
Lintang City.
The underworld god Osiris hovered in the air, pale eyes fixed on the sword-carrying youth before him. His withered face showed no emotion.
“A human… reaching this level… You surprise me.”
His hoarse voice echoed in the air.
Zhou Ping remained silent.
“You must be the strongest of your kind, yes?” Osiris continued. “But to defeat me… you’re still lacking.”
Zhou Ping spoke slowly, “How will I know if I don’t try?”
*Cling—!!*
A crisp sword cry burst from the sword case on his back, mingled with the faint roar of a dragon, echoing through the clouds.
**[Dragon-Elephant]**, unsheathed!
Zhou Ping gripped the hilt with one hand and stepped forward!
Before the blade even swung, a massive sword slash tore through the heavy clouds, its fierce sword aura locking onto Osiris’s face, erupting in an instant!
Osiris stood motionless in the air. The curved staff in his hand lifted slightly, tapping the void before him.
A strange dark light bloomed at the tip of the staff.
In an instant, the black sky turned eerie gray-white, as if veiled in thin silk. The invisible sword aura, now glowing black, froze mid-air, stark and unnatural.
As Osiris lowered his staff, the black sword aura shattered inch by inch, the air buzzing from the impact before it vanished.
Zhou Ping’s brows furrowed slightly.
That strike had only been a probe, but he could feel the boundless depth of Osiris’s divine power—far stronger than Poseidon he’d faced before.
Now, he would get serious.
His eyes narrowed. An unprecedented sword intent flared in his gaze. With a flick of his blade, he slashed open space and vanished.
The next moment, behind Osiris, a blinding sword light burst forth like a blazing sun!
**BOOM—!!**
At the center of the inverted ghost city suspended in the clouds, a two-kilometer-long sword scar was carved out. Rolling sword aura filled the sky like a sea of blades pouring down from the heavens, surging endlessly.
In the Underworld Dead Realm, black and white figures clashed at dizzying speed.
Thunderous sounds echoed from above the clouds.
In the ruins below, Lin Qiye and the others stared skyward, eyes wide with shock.
They knew the Sword Saint was strong—
But not *this* strong.
“Trading blows with the God of the Underworld…” Baili Pangpang gulped. “Is Sword Saint even human?”
“He should be,” Lin Qiye nodded. “After all, gods probably don’t have social anxiety.”
“This is the peak of human power…”
Cao Yuan couldn’t help but sigh.
Who could’ve imagined that Zhou Ping—the guy who used to sweep floors and scrub dishes in the warehouse—was now going toe-to-toe with a god?
Watching the sword-wielding figure in the sky, Lin Qiye and the others felt a surge of pride.
That madman clashing with a god up there?
He was their teacher.
With the Sword Saint as their mentor, they could walk sideways across Great Xia from now on!
…
Underworld Dead Realm.
Zhou Ping slashed again, leveling a vast swath of ghost realm. Osiris flickered into the sky, his withered face finally showing gravity.
Thick death aura surged around Zhou Ping, yet couldn’t touch him.
He stood there like a sword—
A sword bared to the world, overflowing with killing intent.
Osiris remained silent for a long time. His pale eyes narrowed. He raised a hand and clawed at the modern world above.
The world turned gray-white once more. Strange law energy flowed. Ethereal figures were pulled from the city below, drawn upward into the inverted Underworld Dead Realm.
These were the souls of the dying.
Their lifespans nearly spent, yet their bodies still alive—the connection between soul and flesh now thin. Under Osiris’s law, that link was forcibly severed, souls ripped from bodies and dragged into the sky…
They drifted in terror, struggling to break free, but bound by law, they couldn’t move an inch.
Just then, a silver sphere appeared in the sky. Six rings orbited it, spinning without pattern.
Another wave of law energy descended!