Seven medals.
Originally the weapons of the King of the Gods.
Using the seven medallions and the celestial ruler, he created the Gods and stood at the top of the world.
And with the use of these seven medallions, the Island of Ultimate Bliss made Lei Fu and the others possess combat power comparable to that of the Holy Lord Gods.
The power of the medals was something they had learned.
But the sword in Qin Hai’s hand?
They all looked over.
This scimitar in Qin Hai’s hand, that is almost all invulnerable general existence, think of that king of the gods’ trident, is a real divine weapon, but the scimitar can be evenly matched with it, even after what Tian Rong said, the crowd felt that the true power of the scimitar has not been played out.
“The scimitar was taken by the Pirate King in the Land of the Dead.” At this moment, Zheng Erxie’s face was grave as she said, “Its true origin is unknown to anyone, but in the records of the Pirate Alliance, the Pirate King once said that this blade was the sharpest weapon when he was drunk.”
“It’s useless to talk about that.”
Duan Mu He said indifferently, “Now this battle, none of you can interfere.”
The crowd deflated.
However, none of them could intervene in the battle between Qin Hai and the King of the Gods. Just watching from afar, they felt that their hearts and minds were going to be shattered in the aftermath of the battle, as the two men’s auras had climbed to their peak, and the seawater in a hundred-mile radius was constantly tumbling, living like a human purgatory.
The astonishing killing intent made even the King of Gods feel the aura of death.
With the slightest hint of scarlet in his eyes, Qin Hai was like a demon god of the day, recklessly squandering the power within his body.
It was indeed squandering.
In the past, when he had faced the King of Gods, although he had only faced him a few times, the little power inside his body was not enough, but now, of course, Qin Hai, who had become extremely rich, had to show off his power.
The King of the Gods’ face remained indifferent.
He no longer had any feelings now, but Qin Hai always wanted to mouth off a few words, “It doesn’t feel good to become a bare-bones commander, does it?”
“Don’t you quite like playing games? Tell me, did you win?”
“What? Are you even afraid to say a word now? Are you afraid?”
Qin Dahai’s words continued one after another.
The King of Gods just listened indifferently, and when Qin Hai felt that there was no point in shutting up, he said, “Childish.”
“Hahahaha.” Qin Hai Hai laughed, “So what if I am childish? At least I’m happy now, but what about you? You don’t know what it means to be happy and what it means to be in pain, and now you can’t be called the King of the Gods, it would be most appropriate to call you a robot, but a robot is also better than you, after all, artificial intelligence can still simulate emotions, you? The lowest of creatures.”
A slight twinkle appeared in the eyes of the King of the Gods.
There seemed to be an anger spreading.
Qin Hai’s heart was startled, he knew the state of the King of Gods all too well, absolutely calm and rational, without any emotion, but this time, Qin Hai clearly viewed the fluctuation of emotion in his eyes.
“Yo, angry?” The knife in Qin Ning’s hand never stopped, and on his lips he said again, “From being the high and mighty king of the gods, you have fallen to the lowest of creatures now, this fall is hard for you to accept, isn’t it? The funny thing is that this is still your plan, and you have turned yourself into such a state, even a mole is better than you, do you really think you are heaven and earth? You really think you are heaven and earth? Heaven knows how to make a thunderclap and earth knows how to roll over. You are worse than an ant!”
The mood swings became more and more obvious.
The King of the Gods also seemed to notice the change in his body, and he quickly retreated dozens of feet, the coldness in his eyes growing, “So it’s you who’s up to no good.”
“What do you want to say?” Qin Hai said.
But the King of the Gods ignored him, instead the blue aura in his eyes kept flickering.
Qin Hai did not know what he was up to, but as long as he made this guy unhappy, he was happy to do it, so he quickly just charged and killed him. The King of the Gods was originally constantly dodging, but now Qin Hai was long gone and was an evenly matched existence with him, and the only consequence of his dodging was that he was slashed on the shoulder by Qin Hai.
This slash was like chopping on a vajra plate.
It only slightly cut through the King of Gods’ robe, but could not bring any damage to his body.
But Qin Hai could do more than just that.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the power of the Seven Killings frantically surged towards the King of the Gods’ body, and the King of the Gods coldly snorted as a huge force rebounded within his body, shaking Qin Hai away.
He could not underestimate the Power of Seven Killings.
It was definitely the nemesis of any energy, any existence under the heavens.
Even he was no exception.
But it was just this moment of work that Qin Hai laughed, a smile tinged with sarcasm: “So that sissy didn’t die in vain, he has planted the seeds within your body.”
The King of Gods swiftly struck out.
The trident turned into a beam of light and passed through Qin Hai’s body, but the King of the Gods knew that was only an illusion, he casually moved his hand and the struck out trident instantly returned to his hand and smashed directly towards the back.
Dang!
Qin Hai’s body appeared behind him, his scimitar blocking as he gazed into the eyes of the King of Gods and said, “You erased all your feelings so that you could think you were in control of everything and manipulate this world, but that sissy is like your parent, re-gifting you with emotions.”
“You’re in a rage, don’t hide it.” Qin Hai was provoking with reckless abandon.
A creature with emotions is far better to deal with than a machine without them.
Qin Hai needed the King of the Gods to possess fear so that he could have a chance to cut it down.
Otherwise, he would face the King of Gods in this state.
The only chance to win is to die together.
At this moment, the King of Gods was slightly stunned as he felt the change of emotions within him and murmured, “Is this anger?”
Said the man.
A fierce power erupted.
Qin Hai was directly shaken and sent flying backwards.
He was busy stopping his form, shaking his somewhat numb arms and cursing, “f*ck.”
And at that moment.
The King of the Gods suddenly let out an angry cry.
Then he came towards Qin Hai to kill him, and Qin Hai’s temper came up.
Who was afraid of whom?
He would fight the King of Gods hard!
And indeed, the King of the Gods, infected with rage, had the same idea.
He was restraining himself though.
But it was undeniable that he was slowly abandoning the most appropriate way of fighting, playing to his strengths, and instead, at this moment, heading towards the most exhilarating way of fighting, using his anger as motivation to recklessly squander the energy within his body and cut the crickets before him to pieces of flesh!
Both of these.
The former can win.
The latter can lose after a good time.
