There are no gods in this world—if there are, then kill them.
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The opulent and extravagant Golden Petal Palace stretched to its utmost limits. Situated at the heart of the Jinduo Royal Capital—a city home to over a million people—the central palace alone occupied a full quarter of the city’s vast area.
Indeed, the Golden Petal Palace was vast and imposing.
But at this moment, Andrew Han, clad in his Green Mountain Robe, stood there like a primeval giant, cradling Raindrop in his left arm and pointing his right hand toward the so-called high heavens: “If any god dares descend, I will slay it right now!”
In an instant!
As Andrew Han raised his right hand, heaven and earth underwent a tremendous transformation!
A streak of unfathomable cyan light flowed from his fingertip, transforming into a boundless, roaring wave of pure power—like rivers overturning the sky. No matter how vast the palace, it could not conceal the overwhelming grandeur of the cyan starlight.
It surged with the wind—rising straight into the ninefold clouds!
It shattered and split apart—rending the unfathomable sky!
It was as if volcanic magma erupted, rumbling toward the heavens—manifesting as a colossal pillar of cyan wind, thunder, lightning, and swirling snow. Its surface crackled with power, its core buzzed with starlight: “The god above the high heavens—where is it?”
Heaven and earth fell into silence.
The royal capital was engulfed by the cyan sky.
Reflected in every stunned face, in the pallor of the aged king, and in the shocked gazes of the Dark Thunder Church’s God’s War Kings, a vast surge of starlight soared upward—tearing through the clouds in an instant, as if opening a new chapter straight to the unfathomable heavens.
The pillar of cyan light pierced straight into the high heavens!
Such was the power that held up the heavens and earth—transcending the limits of human imagination!
To the people, the unfathomable sky was believed to be the abode of gods—recognized by all Ten Great Churches. Yet, with his own strength, Andrew Han scattered the clouds, overturned the high heavens, and raised his right fist to strike the sky three times.
It was utterly empty.
There was only a multicolored barrier, incomprehensible to mortal eyes.
Wind and clouds reversed, thunder and rain surged, and blizzards swirled above. The sky here grew dim and lightless, with only Andrew Han standing alone at the very center of heaven and earth.