# 548
Chapter 549: The Crushing Law
“The power of Law?!”
Outside the storm, Shu and Set sensed the terrifying aura surging within and their faces changed in unison!
“How is this possible?” Set’s eyes were filled with shock. “How can a human wield the power of Law?”
Shu closed his eyes and carefully perceived for a moment, his brows knitting tight.
“It’s faint, but it truly carries the power of Law…
That human…
has become a god.”
For some reason, at this moment both Shu and Set felt a tremor in their hearts.
When that sword-wielding man had still been mortal, he could already fight them toe-to-toe and even force them back—so now that he had ascended… how much stronger would he be?
More importantly,
the fact that he had grasped the power of Law meant…
the blade in his hand now possessed the right to slay gods.
Clang—!
While the two were lost in thought, a clear sword-cry rang from the storm. A heaven-spanning sword-light slashed through the tempest in an instant; surging sword-qi shattered every wind-blade, and a torrent of gale and blade swept outward!
Amid the roaring wind, a black-robed figure clutching a sword stepped through the void, walking slowly forward.
Clang—!!
With a light tremor of his hand gripping the longsword 【Prayer Abyss】, before the blade even moved, an incomparably sharp sword-intent lashed out, slashing straight toward the two gods!
Shu and Set’s expressions changed together. They snorted coldly, their divine might erupting to collide with that sword-intent!
So what if this human has mastered a Law?
He’s only just stepped into godhood and is already gravely wounded. They were mighty pillars of the Egyptian Nine—if two of them together were frightened off by Zhou Ping’s aura, they might as well abandon their divine thrones.
Three bursts of divine power clashed violently in the sky; the originally bright heavens dimmed instantly.
Gale winds and crackling lightning wove beneath the dark firmament. Shu and Set’s faces grew uglier by the second.
Combined, the two deities could barely suppress this human’s sword-intent.
How could a mortal be this strong?
Sss—!
A small cloud of blood suddenly burst from Zhou Ping’s shoulder, turning into white threads that faded into the air…
His brows drew together.
Seeing this, Shu froze, then threw his head back and laughed as understanding dawned.
“I get it, I see!
You relied on your sword to ascend and seized a Law, but your body is still human—mere flesh and blood. It can’t endure even a wisp of Law!
The more you draw upon it, the faster your body will dissolve into the Dao.
In a few minutes you’ll collapse under your own Law without us lifting a finger!
A human is still a human!
Becoming a god—do you think it’s that easy?!”
His laughter echoed through the sky. Behind Zhou Ping, Lin Qiye and the others turned grim.
“Is he telling the truth?” Baili Pangpang murmured.
An Qingyu adjusted his glasses; beneath the lens, his grey eye stared at Zhou Ping, then involuntarily shut. A line of blood-tears ran down.
“It’s true,” he said with eyes closed. “His body can’t bear his sword-intent any longer.
If his body was a glass holding water before, the water blocked by the glass, now… the glass holds molten lava.
No human vessel can contain a Law.”
Bitterness surfaced on An Qingyu’s face.
Lin Qiye frowned and immediately turned to Jialan.
“Jialan, give Sword Saint senior 【Immortality】.”
If the container isn’t strong enough, Jialan can reinforce it!
Jialan nodded. Riding her Somersault Cloud to Zhou Ping’s back, she pressed a palm to him; a soft white light flowed into his body.
At the same moment the two gods struck—an invisible gale and a dark-golden spear of sand screamed toward Zhou Ping!
Zhou Ping raised his sword.
Vast sword-qi gathered around him; the Dao of the Blade poured from the void into his body, and a terrifying, piercing sword-intent shot skyward.
Pfft—!
Behind him, Jialan groaned; blood spurted from her mouth.
Then crimson trails ran from her eyes, ears, and nose.
Zhou Ping’s gaze sharpened. He lowered his raised blade, grabbed Lin Qiye and the others, and with a sword-glow tore open space; in a flash they vanished.
The next instant they stumbled onto the edge of the constantly shifting fragments of the ruined city.
Under the dim sky, Lin Qiye steadied himself. Jialan, in her deep-blue hanfu, legs gave way and she pitched forward.
Lin Qiye caught her wrist and pulled her into his arms.
She lay limp against him, blood streaking her face, lips pale.
“Jialan!” Lin Qiye called.
“C-cough… I’m fine, Qiye…” she whispered.
An Qingyu opened one eye, studied her, and frowned. “Her mental power’s overdrawn, soul slightly damaged, but it’s not serious.”
“How?” Baili Pangpang asked anxiously. “Doesn’t Big Sister Lan have 【Immortality】?”
The black-robed Zhou Ping pondered, then shook his head.
“She has 【Immortality】, but she isn’t a god yet. She can block a god’s attack, but the backlash of Law—her current level can’t endure it.
In that instant the sword-intent Law I drew exceeded her limit.
It’s my fault…”
…
Whoosh—!!
Two figures shot from afar and overtook the drifting city in moments. They stood upon the clouds, sneering down.
“Know you’re going to die, so you scurry back into the city like a turtle?” Set narrowed his eyes.
“Don’t underestimate him,” Shu said. “That human isn’t cowardly. Now that he wields Law, he’s surely planning to kill us before he falls. He returned to protect those juniors.”
“He really thinks he can kill us?”
“He has no way back.”
“Then what? Keep our distance and stall until his own Law crushes him, then collect the pieces?”
“It’s the safest way,” Shu nodded.
“But if he’s determined to kill us—can we outrun him?”
Set fell silent.