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The people there were all very ugly. They were all vicious, and their bodies were in all sorts of terrifying shapes. From the first day he entered that place, the two year old Yun Che had been forced to start his cruel training. However, he did not have a single trace of complaint, because he had the blood and instincts of a god of slaughter seeking to become strong and fighting, and also because of the purest hatred in his heart. He wanted to become stronger, wanted to take revenge, and kill all those humans that wanted to annihilate his Bai family.

Gradually, this kind of sick and cruel training had actually become a habit of his. Sometimes, he would even continuously brandish the heavy sword in his hand and not eat for several days and nights, until he was completely exhausted and fainted. He was just like a crazy machine, and he had persisted like this for twenty whole years.

Except for the cruel training, his world was blank. Because of this, his strength in his twenties surpassed Hua Xia's strongest Sword God.

The only warmth was the tears that would appear on her face every time he passed out.

She was his sister. But his world was destined to have no ties or worries, or else he would not be able to become a true god of death.

They were a bunch of lunatics, a bunch of inhuman lunatics. They tried their best to use even more brutal training methods to increase his strength. Because only if he became stronger would he be able to break through the barrier that only humans could break through, and only then would they be able to leave this place that never had any daylight.

As for Mei Yu, they had never been indifferent towards her. They had never instructed her to do anything, never spoken to her, never allowed her to do anything, as if she did not even exist. Although they were crazy, they were definitely not idiots. They knew that only the existence of Mei Yu could prevent Hen Tian from truly collapsing under inhuman torture.

If she was someone of no value, how could they allow her to exist?

One year ago, he heard the call of the apocalypse, so he walked out to the world of reincarnation. The people there also seemed to see hope. After he obtained sufficient strength, they would return and destroy the seal. They would help him take revenge and help him slaughter the world.

Slaughter the world... It was a simple hatred from a two year old child, and it was also this hatred that accompanied him for twenty years. However, would the grown up him really be able to slaughter the world like crazy?

In the Samsara World, he had obtained the Apocalypse Underworld, the God-Slaying Weapon that was connected to him by blood and allowed him to enter and leave the two worlds with him. In the world of rebirth, he killed people every day, but he knew that all the people he killed were not actually dead.

But why was it impossible for him to truly kill them? He could only use this kind of fake slaughter to vent the confusion in his heart in this world.

Was it because she was always by his side, or was it because her conviction that she had been ingrained for twenty years had been shaken?

It was only after he walked out of there that he started to come into contact with this world. Originally, he thought this was a world filled with all sorts of evil people and ugly faces, but gradually, he discovered that he was wrong. What he saw was more of a warm harmony, and that smile that he had only seen on her face in the past twenty years.

In comparison, the cruel world that he had lived for twenty years was the real darkness, the real ugliness and inhumanity.

Gradually, he fell in love with this world and no longer wanted to think about the hellish past. As time went by, he gradually began to have complicated feelings instead of a single hatred.

The God-Slaying Blade did not land even once. As for that dark place, he had never gone back once. He had even started to forget about their existence and the 'mission' they had given him.

Having lost his target, he was increasingly at a loss. He didn't know where he should go or what he should do.

Finally, one day, he had a new goal — the Shura.

The God of Death was powerful, bloodthirsty, and warlike. He desired defeat, but didn't allow himself to fail. The first time he had fought against an Asura, he had been defeated. The second time they had fought at the Huaxia Martial Competition, he had still lost after using his ultimate move. In the real world, he met him once again — training cruelly for over twenty years while holding the apocalypse in his hand … He was still defeated.

Thus, he became his target. God of Death's pride did not allow him to fail. Whether it was this world or the real world.

However, what should he do after defeating him? Why did he appear here? What was the meaning of his own existence?

In his confusion, his gaze lost its focus, his footsteps lost their direction, and the sound of his footsteps became heavier and heavier.

Xiao Tian, who was sitting on the grass, suddenly stood up after seeing the hatred towards the heavens.

When he stood up, Hateful Sky woke up from his confusion. When he saw Xiao Tian, his eyes slightly narrowed because this was the person who broke through the Divine Barrier during the Chinese Martial Arts Competition and died together with him.

He was extremely strong.

Thus, he hated the heavens for summoning the apocalypse. Killing intent burned in his eyes. However, his attention was quickly diverted because he met a pair of lifeless eyes.

The God of Slaughter's body was surrounded by a natural killing intent that made one tremble in fear. Death itself was the aura of death that could devour life. As the killing intent collided with the aura of death, they could smell danger from each other's bodies.

Hateful Sky turned his body, pointing the sword tip at Yang AoTian, releasing a sharp killing intent that was as sharp as a knife, aiming straight at Yang AoTian.

Xiao Tian, who was already prepared for battle, wished he could split the sky with a sword … A wishy-washy fellow actually looked down on your Young Master Xiao!

He looked forward to the battle between the god of death and the god of death. He wanted to see their true strength, and he also wanted to know the difference between them and himself.

One was a God Killing Job, one was a Death God Job, one was cold-blooded and heartless, one was lifeless and one had a super God Equipment, the apocalypse. The other had a super God Equipment, Karma.

Facing this killing intent that hated the heavens, Yang AoTian indifferently glanced at him, still sitting there calmly like before, like a dried corpse without moving at all. The green grass around him that had devoured his life force was easily cut off by the wind and carried away by it.

Hateful Sky gripped his sword with both hands, his body suddenly jumped up, and with a normal leap, he slashed at Yang AoTian's body, at the point of contact between the sword and his body, a "peng" sound rang out.

Yang AoTian remained unmoved as he calmly said: "I will only kill those who deserve to be killed."

He only killed those he hated, those that blocked him, his strength, all for revenge.

That indifferent tone, that uninjured posture, those gray damage numbers all made Hen Tian furrow his eyebrows. He coldly snorted and raised both of his hands. A blood-red light suddenly appeared above the Yellow Springs of the Apocalypse as he ruthlessly hacked down.

This time, Yang AoTian finally moved. His pitch-black figure moved like a ghost, moving three feet away. The apocalyptic underworld ruthlessly hacked at the ground, causing the grass to rise up in all directions.

Hating the heavens for withdrawing the apocalypse, he coldly harrumphed once again, "I do not want to fight against those who do not have the will to fight."

He indifferently turned around and walked toward the east. Mei Yu looked at the mysterious god of death and followed behind him. She had always been closely following him, allowing him to slowly erase the hatred in his heart before accepting this world.

She was very bitter, very tired, but she had no regrets.

"Ao Tian, it seems like you are not afraid of attacks." Xiao Tian patted his butt as he stood up and said. From his evasion just now, he had vaguely realized something. Unfortunately, an exciting battle couldn't happen.

"Afraid of fire, afraid of light, afraid of life." Yang Aotian said solemnly.

"I know that, but what about the attack?" Xiao Tian paused for a moment, then suddenly asked: "What is the upper limit of the attack you can take?"

"One hundred thousand!"

"Oh... That is to say, unless you can deal over a hundred thousand damage at once, you can't be harmed at all? " Xiao Tian said with some understanding.

"Yes sir!"

"Then what if it exceeds a hundred thousand? Would he die just like that? "

Perhaps 100,000 was the maximum amount of damage his body could bear. If it exceeded 100,000, his body would suffer or he would be killed.

"No way!"

Xiao Tian stared: "Then you know how to?"

"It will drop a level," Yang AoTian said coldly.

Although the current Death God had the identity of a player, he would not die. When his "HP" was cleared just like a normal player, he would also lose a level, but he would not die.

"Oh... "So that's how it is." Xiao Tian's mental balance finally recovered a bit. Although he was still a "god" that couldn't possibly die, he still wasn't heaven defying enough to disrupt the balance.

He was the little bug in this world … But the first condition to become this little BUG is death.

As for the Shura, it was a super big bug! His existence made all the other players look like a foil to him.

Yang AoTian stood up, looking towards the west with the gaze of the god of death.

"Are you thinking about going to the Ximen family again?" Xiao Tian said. Judging from his expression and gaze, he knew what he was thinking. Other than the Ximen family, he might not think about anything else.

Yang AoTian gave an undetectable nod.

Xiao Tian shook his head, and comforted him, "Believe me, I understand your feelings. That bastard has let us take advantage of him even after dying ten thousand times, but you should know the background of the Xi Men family. The eldest brother is after all a member of the Long family. If you go this way, no matter what the result will be, it will likely bring the Long family a lot of trouble. So, just wait for the boss to come back. He definitely won't let you down. "

Yang AoTian did not refute, but slowly nodded his head. The only person in this world that could stop his revenge was Feng Xiao. He had saved him, saved his sister, and even the power he had now was given by him. Perhaps he would never be able to repay the kindness in his life, so he would absolutely not do anything that might harm him.

And at this moment, their "boss" was comfortably lying in Little Fairy's embrace, closing his eyes and silently calculating the time.

He had to participate in the World Battle Assembly. "@

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