Fang Xiaoyu's expression became even stranger. She quickly turned her head away, afraid that Fulijia would see through her.
Among those present, only she knew that Wan Lei was the son Fulijia spoke of, but she had no intention of revealing it.
Whether to admit it or not was a decision Wan Lei had to make himself; she couldn't decide for him.
Meanwhile, on the battlefield in the sky, the battle between Wan Lei and Ge Er had already entered its most intense phase.
In the beginning, both were relatively restrained, trading blows and countering each other's moves. But as the fight dragged on with neither able to quickly defeat the other, their tempers flared, and their attacks became more chaotic.
What ensued was essentially an exchange of injuries, with both completely disregarding defense, frantically trying to kill the other.
Both were incredibly formidable individuals. Within the current Moral Plane, they could be called the strongest.
With every attack they exchanged, space shattered, and rules became chaotic. Those looking up saw everything in the sky as distorted and disordered. If someone with weaker cultivation ventured onto their battlefield, the warped rules and space alone would be enough to pulverize them.
Wan Lei's defense was formidable. Most of the damage inflicted by the God-Slaying Sword was absorbed by his armor and Dharma Body. Even if he sustained occasional injuries, the Wood Element Lightning circulating within him would quickly heal them.
The same was true for Ge Er.
Although his defensive capabilities weren't as monstrous as Wan Lei's, as long as he held the God-Slaying Sword, his injuries would recover at a visible rate, and it continuously supplied him with power.
Boom!!!
The two clashed head-on again, then both retreated, neither able to gain the upper hand.
Ge Er's pale, corpse-like face grew even paler, looking terrifying and sinister. He looked at the armored figure before him, grinned, and revealed his large, yellowish front teeth.
"What exactly are you, that even the God-Slaying Sword cannot kill you."
"Because I am not a god. I am an immortal."
"Immortal?"
Ge Er had clearly never heard this word before. Indeed, just a few days prior, he was a mortal without any divine power.
When his daughter was dying, he begged the gods to save her, but not a single deity helped him. Finally, he picked up the God-Slaying Sword, became a God-Slayer, and vowed to slaughter all gods.
But before he could act, Laufey found him. Laufey told him that he was outnumbered and couldn't kill all the gods. Only by cooperating with Laufey and invading with an army could they eliminate the gods.
Laufey told him that no god could withstand his sword and that by cooperating with Laufey, no one in the world would be their opponent.
Ge Er believed him.
If Laufey were still alive, Ge Er would have grabbed him by the neck and said, "I trusted you, you old scoundrel, you are truly wicked."
Wasn't the God-Slaying Sword supposed to be unstoppable? Was it not capable of destroying all gods?
What was this person before him?
"I don't know what an immortal is, but you are very strong."
Ge Er twisted his neck, his fighting spirit undiminished.
"I am indeed strong, but you are too weak. Your power comes entirely from the God-Slaying Sword. Without it, I could crush you with a single finger."
"Heh heh... It doesn't matter how the power is obtained; as long as one has power, it is enough, isn't it?"
"Of course not. You cannot hold this sword forever. When you're not holding it, you are utterly weak.
Speaking of which, this sword is truly a good item. It can instantly give a mortal the combat power of the peak of the immortal realm—the Golden Immortal Realm, making them almost the strongest below a Saint. No ordinary divine artifact can achieve this.
This is also not something a Saint could refine. It should be considered a先天灵宝 (Xiantian Lingbao – Innate Spiritual Treasure).
Just like the Moral Wheel and the Nest of Sin that were born from the Moral Plane back then, after losing those two, the Moral Plane derived this God-Slaying Sword to counterbalance the newly born gods.
Truly remarkable."
"..."
"What are you talking about?"
Ge Er was utterly bewildered. He was just a mortal and couldn't understand the terms Wan Lei was using.
"What I mean is, I happen to need a divine artifact-level weapon for combat, and this sword is very good..."
Wan Lei licked his lips, his eyes filled with greed.
"I'm taking it."
"Hmph, ridiculous. You have to defeat me first."
Ge Er's eyes were filled with mockery.
"Defeating you is actually very simple. After fighting for so long, I've had my fill. It's time to finish you off."
"Oh? On what basis? You haven't been able to do anything to me after fighting for a day and a night..."
"On the basis that..."
Wan Lei suddenly appeared before Ge Er, his tone turning chilling, and he whispered,
"I am the God of Thunder of this world!"
Ge Er's head snapped up, and he looked at Wan Lei in surprise.
Meanwhile, Wan Lei began to draw upon the source of lightning in this universe.
"This is the Moral Plane. I am the...
Supreme God of Thunder of this world!"
"Lightning of Nature, arise!"
A bolt of natural lightning emanated from Wan Lei.
This was the Lightning of Nature from the Moral Plane, not the lightning within his body.
"Lightning of Cultivation, arise!"
"Geng Metal Divine Lightning!"
"Yi Wood Divine Lightning!"
"Kui Water Divine Lightning!"
"Bing Fire Divine Lightning!"
"Xu Earth Divine Lightning!"
"Lightning of the Heavenly Dao!"
All eight bolts of lightning appeared from the void and circled around Wan Lei.
Ge Er was forced to retreat repeatedly.
At this moment, regardless of his own cultivation, these eight bolts of lightning alone were enough to restore Wan Lei to his strength before his transmigration.
In his past life, the God of Thunder had also used these eight primal bolts of lightning to illuminate the runes on the eight Thunder God Hammers, making his combat power second only to Odin.
"If your abilities are limited to this, you likely won't be enough to kill me."
Ge Er simply gripped the God-Slaying Sword in his hand and pointed it at Wan Lei.
"Is that so? Then watch closely."
Wan Lei smiled slightly, and the Source Thunder Hammer in his hand transformed into lightning, circling him along with the other eight bolts.
In his previous life, at his strongest, he only had eight bolts of lightning. The final bolt, the Origin Lightning, could never be found.
The reason was that the dog had been taken to the Thunder Wind Realm.
Now, he had returned to the Moral Plane and recondensed the eight bolts of lightning from his past life, adding the Origin Lightning that originally belonged here, he had finally obtained the complete authority of the God of Thunder.
The Supreme God of Thunder!
Surpassing all gods!
Wan Lei roared to the sky, and the nine bolts of lightning instantly entered his body, transforming into nine runes.
He no longer needed the Thunder God Hammer to carry the runes; he himself was the God of Thunder, capable of carrying all lightning.
Wan Lei opened his eyes, and the eye areas on his helmet were flashing with lightning.
He raised his hand, and a bolt of lightning, carrying a supreme and majestic aura, appeared from his hand.