Chapter 545 – Driving in the Clouds

　　Feeling the second strand of divine pressure rapidly approaching towards this place, Zhou Ping’s brows furrowed as his speed did not stagnate in the slightest, but instead became a few points faster!

　　He had to seriously injure Sait before the two Gods joined forces, otherwise he did not have the slightest chance of winning.

　　Zhou Ping’s sword broke through space and arrived in front of Sethe, tumbling sword qi rushing out like a dragon scroll towards Sethe’s face!

　　Sait’s eyes narrowed slightly, and in the next moment, his entire body transformed into roiling yellow sand and dissipated without a trace.

　　The sword qi swept through the gravel without touching Sait in the slightest, and Zhou Ping’s face suddenly became grave.

　　At the same time, a fierce wind came from the void and violently struck him hard on his back, slapping him towards the earth!

　　Bang-!

　　Zhou Ping’s figure smashed down on the desert like a meteorite, shaking up a large amount of sand and rocks, followed by the surrounding yellow sands rapidly rewinding, like a giant coffin that was buckled upside down, sealing Zhou Ping therein.

　　In the sky, the yellow sand swept, and the cloaked Sait’s figure coalesced again.

　　He looked down at the giant coffin of yellow sand and snorted coldly.

　　”Humans are only humans after all, and without being able to control the power of the law, it will never be possible to injure a god in the true sense of the word.

　　This …… is the gap between us.”

　　His palm clenched in the void, and the giant coffin, which was calmed between the yellow sands, shrunk in an instant, as if it was going to crush Zhou Ping in it hard into powder!

　　Ding–!

　　A crisp sword sound rang out as a strand of sword awns penetrated through the coffin body, cutting a gaping hole in it, and that black-shirted figure shot up into the sky.

　　Wind God Hugh stood in the clouds, his hands pinched out a bizarre seal and slowly pressed downwards.

　　Endless astral winds erupted from the void, converging into a terrifying tidal wave of astral winds that swept towards that rapidly approaching figure.

　　Zhou Ping’s right hand trembled slightly, but still pinched his sword finger, his eyes gazing at the storm that was enough to tear a city apart, calmly pointing his finger out, his fingerprints so fast in the air that they dragged out a large number of residual shadows.

　　Raging waves of sword qi clustered around Zhou Ping’s body, crashing into the pressing storm as he pointed his sword.

　　The sword qi and the storm collided with a loud bang!

　　Shockwaves visible to the naked eye exploded from above the clouds, spreading hundreds of miles in an instant, Zhou Ping’s sword qi tore apart nearly all of the wind blades, but there was still a large amount of residual wind that landed on his body, slashing a large amount of blood from that bloodstained black shirt once again.

　　The blood scabs that had already congealed were torn open, and a large amount of blood instantly dyed Zhou Ping’s body red.

　　Zhou Ping let out a muffled grunt as his body fell downwards at a rapid pace.

　　Heavily injured and without a sword in his hand, he was now close to his limit, and under the combined efforts of the two gods, he quickly fell into a disadvantage.

　　At the same time, Set stretched out his palm and grabbed towards the desert sand realm underneath him, endless yellow sand emerged from it, converging between his palms to form a nine-meter-long dark golden spear, emitting a terrifyingly lethal aura in the air, even the air around him dried up.

　　Holding the spear in his hand, he flung it towards the rapidly falling figure!

　　Boom-!

　　The dark golden spear cut through the sky with an ear-piercing pop, stabbing at Zhou Ping’s body like lightning!

　　Zhou Ping raised his sword finger and attempted to block the spear with his sword qi, but at this moment, his sword qi had already been depleted, and when his sword finger pointed on top of the spear, his entire right hand was shaken into a cloud of blood mist and crumbled into the air!

　　Luckily, this finger still caused the trajectory of the spear to deviate a little, staggering past Zhou Ping’s heart and piercing through his right shoulder instead.

　　Zhou Ping’s figure smashed through the bottom of the Desert Sand Realm, like a meteor, falling straight into the misty earth.

　　At this time, the broken city under the shelter of the Fengdu Laws had moved forward nearly twenty kilometers, completely disappearing into the battlefield between Zhou Ping and the two gods, vanishing into the mists and disappearing.

　　Of course, this distance was only half a step for them to catch up, so neither Hugh nor Sait had any intention of going after them, as long as they killed the human in front of them, sooner or later, the broken city would fall into their hands.

　　What’s more, Amon had stayed on that city, cursing the luck of the Great Summer Kingdom through the Dragon Vein.

　　Half of Zhou Ping’s body disappeared, pools of blood drenched the earth beneath his feet and spreading out in all directions as he slowly allowed his body to stand up from the huge pit he had smashed into, his face pale.

　　”Cough cough cough ……”

　　He lowered his head and coughed violently, blood flowing down the corners of his mouth.

　　Around him was a city that had been abandoned for an unknown amount of time in the mists, a large amount of bricks and debris scattered around him, and broken walls in the distance loomed in the mists.

　　In the pool of blood, Zhou Ping’s coughing finally subsided gradually.

　　He slowly lifted his chest, stood up straight and looked upwards.

　　In the misty fog, two great and holy figures slowly floated down from the sky ……

　　”Human, you’re already proud enough to be able to make it this far.” Wind God Hugh stood barefoot in the void, looking down at Zhou Ping’s figure and said calmly.

　　Zhou Ping stood in a pool of blood, slightly turned his head sideways and looked in the direction that the shattered city had left and

　　stood in place in silence.

　　”What, you’re still thinking of stalling for time to give that city a chance to escape?” Set sneered, “You should know that such a small distance is nothing to us, so what if we let you delay for another half an hour?”

　　Zhou Ping shook his head, “I just, have some regrets.”

　　”Regret what?”

　　”Regret that it’s still a little bit short of taking that step.”

　　He raised his head and looked towards the two figures in the sky that emanated divine might, and a touch of bitterness surfaced in his eyes, “Regret, it’s still a little bit short, and I’ll be able to …… behead a god.”

　　”Behead God?” Sait snorted, “District human, really big words ……”

　　”Kill him.”

　　Hugh took a step forward and stretched out a finger, the biting astral wind condensed at his fingertip ……

　　Ode–!

　　Right at this moment, an ear-piercing sonic boom pierced through the silent mists and was approaching the area rapidly.

　　”Eh?” Hugh and Sait, who were about to strike, raised their heads in confusion and looked towards the sky.

　　Zhou Ping also looked up.

　　In the next moment, his pupils suddenly contracted!

　　Only to see that in the midst of the misty fog, clouds were rolling backward from the dome of the sky, like a vast and raging wave, sweeping towards the earth.

　　And at the top of this wave of clouds and Qi, seven figures stood steadily, their bodies emitting a faint silver light, dispersing the surrounding mist, and on their faces, seven distinct masks were looking down at the battlefield at their feet.

　　They, riding on clouds.

　　Zhou Ping recognized these masks.

　　These seven people stepped on the clouds, their figures landing steadily amidst the broken walls, and walked up to Zhou Ping’s side.

　　”You ……” Zhou Ping looked at these seven people in a daze.

　　That face, which had remained untouched even after the Divine Battle, surfaced with unprecedented shock.

　　The figure wearing the Monkey King’s mask, walked to his side and

　　patted Zhou Ping’s left shoulder.

　　”Senior Sword Saint, we have come to take you home.”