# 545
**Chapter 546: On the Run**
Zhou Ping froze.
So did Shu and Set.
They studied the seven inexplicable figures who had appeared, confirmed their auras, and found only confusion.
“Interesting…” Set said slowly. “Now even ants dare trample on a god’s dignity?”
He’d assumed newcomers would match the sword-wielding human; instead he saw insects he could crush with one finger.
“You…” Zhou Ping stared into Lin Qiye’s eyes, mouth open, words failing.
“Go!”
Lin Qiye seized Zhou Ping’s left hand; mist billowed beneath their feet and the group shot skyward.
He knew these two beings were beyond them; only Somersault Cloud might outrun the gods.
“Ridiculous.”
Set lifted a finger; sand converged into a dark-gold spear and streaked toward them.
Who gave these mortals the nerve to flee a god’s presence?
A figure leapt lightly from the cloud.
“Hit me! Don’t touch Qiye!”
Jialan, in a deep-blue hanfu, shouted as wind snapped her sleeves. She flung herself at the spear.
The dark-gold weapon struck her with a boom—yet failed to pierce her skin.
She caught the shaft with pale arms, dropped from the sky, and charged the two gods.
Set and Shu jolted.
Impossible.
That spear was Set’s signature; even the swordsman hadn’t blocked it bare-handed, yet this girl’s skin wasn’t scratched?
Who was she?
Black hair streaming, Jialan raced forward, spear in hand.
The Wind God narrowed his eyes, flicked a pinky.
Boom—!
A gale exploded against her, leaving no mark—but hurled her kilometers away like dust on the wind.
Jialan: o(╥﹏╥)o
“She’s only tough to kill; blow her aside,” Shu said, unsurprised.
“Pathetic trick,” Set sneered.
On Somersault Cloud, An Qingyu adjusted his glasses and twitched a finger.
Invisible threads tightened; the wind-tossed Jialan was reeled in like a fish on a line.
She flopped onto the soft cloud, lifeless.
An Qingyu sighed. “Qiye, your ‘Jialan-bait’ plan failed.”
Lin Qiye watched the two silhouettes in the clouds. “Expected. They’re gods, not fools. Once they sensed her Immortality they wouldn’t waste time—but it bought even less than I hoped.”
They’d known rescuing the Sword Saint meant facing divinity; preparations were mandatory. The bait plan was one such fallback.
Relying on Jialan’s Immortality to stall had shortened when Shu saw through it.
Somersault Cloud was fast, yet with Lin Qiye’s current mental strength he could draw barely forty percent of its speed—enough to outstrip any mortal method, but not two pursuing gods.
He pressed the air; a man-high black chest appeared—second “Wrath of the Evil God” seized from the Church of the Ancient Gods.
He doubted it could harm true gods, but every second counted.
He slapped the lid; it burst open and he flung the chest downward.
A single finger-bone drifted out, exhaling frigid black aura.
Temperature plummeted.
The bone lay squarely in Set and Shu’s path. Sensing it, they turned.
Behind the bone a vast black shadow condensed—a pitch-black Six-Winged Seraph.
The dark seraph hovered, evil power rippling, eyes opening to spill black divine light.
“That…” Cao Yuan stared.
“God designation 004: Fallen Angel, Lucifer,” Lin Qiye said, golden glints in his eyes.
His Mortal Divine Realm stirred; Seraph Michael’s might seethed at the nemesis.
Lucifer’s shadow looked back, killing intent flaring.
“Aren’t Lucifer and Michael arch-enemies?” Baili Pangpang asked, pale. “Will he turn and hit us?”
Lin Qiye’s mouth twitched. “…Probably.”
He’d sensed the finger-bone earlier but hadn’t known whose it was. He’d meant only to delay; instead he’d summoned a personal foe.
Now it backfired.
Lucifer’s shadow studied Lin Qiye, cold smile forming. He opened his mouth—
A cyan hand tore him in half from behind.
Wind God Shu stood amid the dissolving shadow, brow raised.
“A divine thought remnant? You thought this could stop us? Laughable…”