Li Moce was struck speechless by this casually spoken sentence.
But in an instant, he shook his head vigorously in disbelief.
“How could there be gods in this world?”
“And how could I, Li Moce, possibly encounter a god? Even if he is a god, why would he come to this tiny city of Pingjiang?”
A god is an existence countless times more powerful than an immortal, controlling the laws of a region of heaven and earth. Even an Emperor, in the face of a god, is no different than an ant.
“There is nothing impossible about this.”
From beneath the dark robes came an eerie voice, murmuring: “After all, I, as the master and servant, am also a god!”
Li Moce shouted furiously: “You think becoming a god is as easy as picking cabbage, that they're everywhere?”
Li Moce was met with a sinister cackle in response. Beneath the slightly raised dark robes, the jaw of that skeletal head seemed to lift up mockingly.
Then, the sleeve of the dark robe waved.
Accompanied by a deafening roar, a bolt of heavenly lightning descended upon Li Moce. At the same time, a torrential downpour suddenly started in the area around him.
But in the next instant, the torrential rain abruptly ceased, and extreme cold spread through the sky, instantly freezing Li Moce into an ice sculpture.
After a moment, the sky was shrouded in a sea of fireworks, instantly melting the frozen Li Moce into a charred mess.
The flames had just extinguished when a wild gale enveloped Li Moce, twisting his body grotesquely in the intense storm.
The intense pain caused Li Moce to let out a earth-shattering scream. In just a fleeting moment, Li Moce had undergone the baptism of wind, fire, lightning and water.
Under this baptism, Li Moce was left in ruins, with terror and disbelief in his eyes as he stared at the figure in black robes and stammered: “The laws of nature...the legendary laws of nature?”
“So, are you convinced now?”
The voice trailed off as the black-robed figure suddenly raised his palm again.
Li Moce’s eyes went wide in that instant, for he felt time quickly slipping by, experiencing countless seasons in a flash as his skin and body rapidly aged.
A haunting scream erupted from Li Moce’s mouth, his eyes bloodshot. For the black-robed figure’s methods did not inflict physical pain, but psychological terror.
Imagine, seeing time pass before your very eyes as your body withers away - what kind of feeling would that be?
“This is the law of time. You really are a god?”
Li Moce stared wide-eyed, his whole body trembling violently.
He desperately wanted to live, but now he didn’t even have the heart to try to escape. His guts were twisted with regret.
He never imagined that he would be so blind as to try and steal from a god, to steal a god's fortune.
This really is like plucking the magistrate Yama’s whiskers - seeking death!
Yet at the same time, he was unwilling to accept this.
How unlucky did he have to be, to kick such a thick iron plate?
“Forget it, just die!”
The black-robed figure seemed to have lost interest in Li Moce. With a wave of his palm, Li Moce’s body exploded into nothingness without even leaving a bubble behind, vanishing into the void.
“Run, run, hurry and run!”
This scene was witnessed in its entirety by Lu DaSheng, hiding unseen nearby. Although he could not sense the fluctuation of laws around Li Moce, he could clearly feel Li Moce’s cultivation level.
A Martial King powerhouse.
Yet this black-robed figure had easily killed him. Could it be that the black-robed figure was at least a Martial Emperor, or even a Martial Saint?
Fearing that he would be implicated, Lu DaSheng no longer cared to watch the show. He turned and ran.
But as soon as he moved, he felt his body sink into a quagmire, unable to budge.
Then, a large hand appeared behind him and grabbed him over. Lu DaSheng was scared out of his wits, crying out: “Senior, I was wrong, I was just passing by!”