Chapter 131: Reverse Birth: Three Layers! Old Dog! (610)

At the same time Li Ang and Lao Tang were locked in fierce battle with Odin, the Nü Zhu had already led the mixed-bloods of Shenzhou to a hillside beside the bronze palace.

The mixed-bloods stared at the vast number of charred corpses before the palace, unable to suppress a gulp of saliva.

They naturally knew this was the work of the Bronze and Fire King.

Yet even so, the mixed-bloods were secretly shaken by the sheer power of the Long Wang's spell.

"Nü Zhu," Zhou Minhao trembled as he asked the girl beside him, "what should we do next?"

The Nü Zhu's face was cold as she gave her order: "Move closer, see what's happening."

Since their superior had spoken, the mixed-bloods could only grit their teeth and approach the bronze palace.

But as they drew nearer, one after another of the weaker-willed mixed-bloods collapsed to their knees, legs buckling.

The reason was simple: the terrifying aura emanating from within the palace nearly drove them mad.

The Nü Zhu made no effort to force them; she simply pressed forward with unwavering steps toward the bronze palace.

Only when she reached a position where she could clearly see inside did she halt.

The girl also caught sight of Li Ang overpowering Sleipnir.

Seeing this, she quietly exhaled in relief:

'It seems this Bronze and Fire King doesn't need our help.'

Not just her—all the other mixed-bloods present thought the same, for on the surface, the Bronze and Fire King clearly dominated the Sky and Wind King.

But then, before the eyes of all the mixed-bloods, Odin broke free of Li Ang and Lao Tang's restraint.

The situation once again grew murky.

Yet as Odin raised his spear and aimed it at Li Ang, the mixed-bloods subtly sensed something amiss.

Even the super-mixed-blood Nü Zhu detected the scent of death emanating from that spear.

The girl was certain: if she faced that spear, death was inevitable.

Before she could even identify what the spear was, the Sky and Wind King had already issued his verdict.

"Divine Pronouncement·Gungnir."

As the words fell, Odin's spear vanished instantly.

When it reappeared, it was already pressed against Li Ang's chest.

The next instant, the 【Guaranteed Hit】 divine spear pierced through 'Constantine,' its immense momentum hurling him backward and pinning him firmly to the ground.

Seeing this, Lao Tang's pupils dilated violently, shock flashing uncontrollably in his eyes.

For some reason, a thread of anger stirred in his heart: "Odin—"

Outside the palace, the mixed-bloods, upon witnessing what transpired within, fell utterly silent.

They had never expected the favorable situation to turn so abruptly.

A Long Wang had been neutralized so easily.

Inside the palace.

After hurling Gungnir, Odin turned to Lao Tang: "Norton."

"You're next."

As he spoke, he gestured to recall Gungnir—but the expected return did not occur.

A dread sensation rose in the Norse god-king's heart.

He whirled around—and saw the 'Constantine' who should have been in eternal slumber now lunging at him with a vicious grin.

"Reverse Birth: Three Layers!"

"Old dog!"

As he roared, Odin stared in disbelief at the massive hole in Li Ang's chest, rapidly being filled by milky-white energy.

Before he could comprehend what "Reverse Birth: Three Layers" meant, Li Ang was already before him.

Li Ang gripped Gungnir with one hand, trying to wrest it from Odin's grasp, while his other hand tore through the glass-like air currents before Odin like a bamboo stalk splitting.

Crash—crash—crash—!

Shattering sounds erupted in rapid succession; Li Ang's hand drew ever closer to Odin's skull, until it was only a finger's breadth from the god's face.

Odin had now recovered—he didn't understand where this absurd, exaggerated regenerative power came from, but right now, escaping this threat was paramount.

Too bad.

Someone was faster.

As soon as Li Ang pulled Gungnir from his chest and lunged at Odin, Lao Tang had already reacted.

Though stunned beyond measure that his partner had survived a hole through his chest, he retained his basic composure.

Whatever questions remained could wait until after the battle.

In an instant, a colossal sword forged entirely of metal materialized out of thin air and shot toward Odin's position, piercing through multiple layers of glassy air in an instant.

At this moment, Odin faced Li Ang ahead and Lao Tang behind.

His only means of counterattack, Gungnir, had been stolen.

"Constantine! Norton!"

A thunderous roar exploded within the bronze palace.

Yet the next instant, Li Ang had shattered the final layer of air currents and touched the Norse god-king's face.

But he did not strike.

Swish—!

A mask was violently ripped from Odin's face, revealing a stranger's unfamiliar visage.

Li Ang showed no surprise; he seized the unconscious stranger and hurled him toward Lao Tang: "Brother!"

"Got it!"

Old Tang saw this and showed no hesitation; layers of alchemical matrices instantly unfolded beneath his feet, suppressing the stranger.

After hurling the stranger away, Li Ang plummeted toward Sleipnir, who had remained where he stood.

Poor little horse, having lost its master, how could it possibly be Li Ang's match?

It rolled and screamed, trying to shake off the monster riding atop it.

Unfortunately, it was useless.

Li Ang grinned, driving his right hand sharply toward Sleipnir's heart—and soon pulled out a massive purple-green heart.

Losing its heart, Sleipnir's terrifying screams grew fainter and fainter until, moments later, it lay motionless on the ground, utterly lifeless.

【Using Qimen Dunjia in combat, skill experience +67】.

【Using Reverse Birth: Three Layers in combat, skill experience +438】.

【Entering Blood Rage state in combat, skill experience +112】.

Outside the hall.

The half-breeds stared blankly at the scene inside, the battle's outcome utterly defying their expectations.

Only when Li Ang slowly rose to his feet atop Sleipnir's massive corpse did the half-breeds snap back to awareness.

At this moment, in their eyes, the hall held nothing but those blazing golden eyes.

Gradually, the half-breeds bowed their heads in submission; only Nü Zhu remained with her head raised, continuing to gaze at the figure atop the eight-legged steed's corpse.

"Ha."

"Hahaha!"

"Enter the hall and speak!"