980, A grain of rice dares to touch the flame of the God Realm.

Godslaying.

It seemed that this phrase had resonated with something, causing millions of feet in space to tremble.

Around Han Muye, Jin Hong, and Yu Shaotang, a layer of flame rose up from their bodies.

The battle intent on Han Muye's body condensed to the extreme, transforming into a golden-armored phantom behind him.

"I only have a remnant soul left, but with the power of the Heaven-Stabilizing Seal, I can mobilize the Sword Origin and injure the opponent once." Looking at the golden-armored phantom behind Han Muye, Yu Shaotang spoke in a low voice.

"There is only one chance."

They had the will to slay a god, but not the power to do so.

Yu Shaotang looked at the phantom behind Han Muye, his face showing a trace of desolation.

He too had once been filled with such soaring battle intent, yet he ended up with only a remnant soul left, barely clinging to life.