God of Killing in Another World

Yunmeng Continent, Great Harmony Dynasty, Year 7 of Emperor Yong's Reign. The supreme ruler of the Demon Realm, Ming Hao, with a million demon soldiers, invades with the intent to destroy the Yunmeng Continent and its timeline. To prevent this catastrophic disaster, the founding emperor of the Great Harmony Dynasty, Emperor Yong, Lin Feng, arranges a decisive battle with Ming Hao on November 25th atop Mount Tian.

On November 25th, Year 7 of Emperor Yong's reign, snow blankets Mount Tian. The snowflakes fall like goose feathers, dyeing the entire Yunmeng Continent in a silver-white hue.

Amid the wind and snow, Emperor Yong, Lin Feng, draped in white robes like fresh snow, blends with the swirling snowflakes. His Dragon Sword stands by his side, occasionally gleaming with golden light, shining brightly upon the vast land.

Suddenly, the wind and snow above Mount Tian reverse, turning into blades of ice that rush toward Lin Feng, causing his robe to rustle. The surrounding stones shatter, yet no matter how fierce the wind, Lin Feng does not flinch.

Lin Feng grips the Dragon Sword at his side. The sword flashes golden, and in that moment, all the snowflakes transform into sharp swords suspended in midair, forming a protective barrier in front of him.

At that instant, a soft sigh resonates through the air, as if coming from right beside him or far in the distance.

As the sigh ends, the swords suspended in midair begin to shatter, turning into droplets of water that fall onto the silver-white earth. Lin Feng slightly furrows his brow.

Just as Lin Feng frowns, a low voice echoes in the void: "Lin Feng, accept your fate. You've only learned three volumes of the Heavenly Book. You are destined to change nothing in this world's fate."

As the voice falls, all the swords shatter, and in Lin Feng's vision, a vast void emerges: a pitch-black sky, blood-red land, stretching for thousands of miles…

Lin Feng sneers, disdainfully saying, "You really underestimate the Heavenly Book… A mere parlor trick… Break."

At his words, the Dragon Sword shakes slightly, and the void dissipates. Lin Feng stands atop the snow-covered peak of Mount Tian. The swords turned into raindrops by Ming Hao's previous attack swirl back together, transforming into translucent swords once again.

In the distance, a phantom-like figure stands between heaven and earth. Lin Feng's brows furrow, and with a single word, "Go!" the swords turn and fly toward this illusion.

The swords suddenly freeze, and the illusion begins to shrink, finally forming a real figure standing unmoving in midair. It is Ming Hao's true form. He gazes disdainfully at the swords, sneering: "Even the Immortal King of the Divine Realm cannot harm me, Ming Hao. You think these are enough? Foolish..."

At that moment, a deep dragon's roar echoes from Mount Tian, and the entire mountain begins to shake.

The Dragon Sword beside Lin Feng slowly unsheathes. A deep dragon's roar emanates from the sword sheath, causing the sky to change color.

Within the sheath, a golden dragon soars, and the once narrow sheath now resembles a vast cave. As the dragon emerges, the sword follows, its blade shining in the sky.

In the void, Ming Hao roars, and in that instant, all the swords shatter. The ground trembles, and the sky turns dark. An overwhelming deathly aura spreads, suffocating the land and even obliterating the birds in the air.

The low dragon's roar continues, but the golden light emanating from the Dragon Sword is suppressed by the surrounding darkness.

Black clouds begin to gather in the sky, swirling violently and descending toward the earth. The land beneath Lin Feng's feet cracks open, and the sky and earth begin to draw closer, plunging into chaos.

From the cracks in the earth, crimson pillars of light rise, extending like a mysterious formation, forming a massive cross beneath Lin Feng's feet.

An apocalyptic scene unfolds before Lin Feng's eyes: an avalanche, collapsing mountains, rivers reversing course, chaotic space, blood-red light walls, and flickering shadows of people.

"Five Deteriorations of Heaven and Man…" Lin Feng's mind is struck by a chilling thought.

With every movement of the pillars of light, thousands of light swords rush toward Lin Feng. The earth trembles violently.

The snow-covered mountain beneath Lin Feng erupts. He floats in midair as the crimson light walls spin faster, and the tumultuous black clouds grow fiercer. Bolts of lightning strike the protective air wall around him, emitting a sizzling sound.

Suddenly, a dynamic scene unfolds in the air—an image of the Yunmeng Continent in miniature. The people of the continent are suffering a devastating calamity…

Seeing this, Lin Feng trembles and thinks to himself, "No… I must stop this..."

Angrily, Lin Feng lets out a mighty roar, and with a shift of his mind, the Dragon Sword transforms into countless swords, each glowing golden, and they rush toward the dark sky, forming a formation like the Bagua.

Once the formation is complete, it begins to rotate, becoming a golden sun in the pitch-black space, its rays illuminating the earth.

The darkness recedes, and the speed of the rotating light walls slows. At that moment, a sorrowful cry rings out. Thousands of silver sword beams strike the golden formation, scattering the light in all directions.

Lin Feng focuses his mind, and the scattered beams return, forming a massive sword behind him, standing tall and radiant.

The black space brightens, and the rotating light walls come to a halt.

"Haha… So this is the legendary Heavenly Sword Spirit? It seems I underestimated you. Your strength surpasses even the Immortal Kings of the Divine Realm. But still, it's a pity. What's a sword spirit to me? Haha… You cannot protect this world. I will make you watch as this world, the one you've sworn to protect, is destroyed right before your eyes. You are powerless…" Ming Hao laughs as his many avatars reassemble before Lin Feng. Two sword beams fly from his eyes, charging toward Lin Feng.

The massive sword behind Lin Feng glows brilliantly, illuminating the entire heavens and earth. The two sword beams vanish instantly in the golden light.

Ming Hao's expression changes slightly as he realizes he cannot move. A mysterious force binds his body.

Lin Feng focuses his mind again, and the Sword Spirit, suspended in the air, begins to descend toward Ming Hao.

Under the golden light, Ming Hao's face contorts as he watches the Heavenly Sword Spirit fall. He struggles, chanting spells, but they have no effect. Sweat beads on his forehead.

At the same time, Lin Feng's face darkens. The Heavenly Sword Spirit trembles in the air.

The Earthly Death Array has lost its effect, and the scene suspended in the air fades from Lin Feng's vision.

Ming Hao's body twists in agony, his breath quickening as the Heavenly Sword Spirit draws closer.

Lin Feng's forehead is dotted with sweat. As the Heavenly Sword Spirit nears Ming Hao's forehead, his body shakes, but he refuses to show weakness, saying, "Judgment Sword, even if the Demon Eyes are reborn, you can't escape. Accept your fate."

As the Heavenly Sword Spirit nears Ming Hao's forehead, Lin Feng spits blood, feeling the sword's power wane.

Suddenly, a purple light bursts from Ming Hao's chest, and the entire world turns violet.

"Yin-Yang Clan?" Lin Feng thinks, startled. The Dragon Sword shakes violently, sensing the presence of something. Lin Feng is excited—could it be the final spiritual orb?

But in that moment of distraction, the Heavenly Sword Spirit vanishes, and Lin Feng coughs up more blood, his wounds becoming apparent.

As the Heavenly Sword Spirit disappears, Ming Hao's spirit is revitalized. He roars, and the Earthly Death Array resumes its rapid operation, sending thousands of light beams toward Lin Feng. The destruction of space accelerates.

As the beams approach Lin Feng, a transparent light ring appears around him, covered in densely packed characters that swirl rapidly, blocking the incoming swords.

Ming Hao dashes forward like a shadow, leaving behind a trail of afterimages, and lands before Lin Feng.

He sneers, "Even with the Heavenly Book, you can't save yourself. Golden Dragon, your debt to me will not be repaid, even if you die a hundred times…" The sorrowful sword flies toward Lin Feng with a silver light, engulfing him.

In that moment, everything falls silent.

The world crumbles, space and time collapse into a singularity. Lin Feng's body falls with the collapsing snow mountain.

As the silver sword light approaches, the Dragon Sword in Lin Feng's hand trembles, releasing a golden light that travels up his arm and bursts forth from his chest. With a fierce look in his eyes, he grips the sword tightly, ready for the final strike.

Just before the sword strikes, a purple orb emerges from Ming Hao's chest, and in an instant, it flies toward the Dragon Sword, vanishing upon contact.

The sword's golden glow erupts, and in that instant, Lin Feng swings the sword, sending out a blast of golden light as the silver sword beams approach.

The collision of the two sword lights causes the entire space to dissolve into nothingness. Only the intertwined golden and silver lights remain, spreading throughout the land, and all becomes silent…

The golden and silver lights flickered, and the earth grew still, as the Snow Lotus on the mountain bloomed, releasing a sweet fragrance tinged with the faint scent of blood.