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Chapter 317: Obliterating All Kings of the Gods, Wiped Out

There was dead silence over the pantheon.

From Zeus striking to Ling Jiu killing Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades, it all took but just a few breaths.

It was incredibly quick.

It had happened almost in the blink of an eye.

Before everyone knew it, the three kings of the gods were dead.

Everyone was dumbfounded, and people were horrified.

The hundreds of gods on the pantheon square were looking in disbelief, their eyes wide open.

The billions of netizens were watching the live stream with their mouths wide open. They looked at the demon-like figure in the sky with their eyes on stalks.

“Impressive!”

“He killed three powerful kings of the gods with just three bolts!”

“The so-called king of the gods, the beings above the gods, were as weak as three ants in front of Ling Jiu?”

“Incredibly powerful! Is he a human? He must be a monster!”

“We are talking about Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades! They are the king of the gods, sea god, and underworld god, respectively, in the Greek mythology. I can’t believe that Ling Jiu killed them with just three bolts!”

Netizens were shocked and could not say a word, as Ling Jiu’s strength was completely beyond their imagination.

“I didn’t know that he had become so strong!”

Ai Yuhe muttered to herself, suddenly regretting what she did last time. Had she not said what she said back then, she and Ling Jiu could have been together.

But it was too late to say anything now.

“I knew he had something up his sleeve when he appeared in the pantheon alone. Ling Jiu never did things he was not confident of.”

Zhou Ji mumbled to himself, his fists tightly clenched together. He was sad to find that he was not even fit to look up to Ling Jiu now.

“How could this be? How could this be?”

Hirano Hatake was despondent and felt cold all over him. He suddenly regretted it. Had he not betrayed...

But there was no if in this world.

The bodies of the sea god Poseidon and the underworld god Hades slowly plunged from the air and finally hit the ground on Mount Olympus with muffled thuds.

The sound awakened everyone, and also the nine kings of gods who were stupefied.

Odin, the king of the Norse deities, stared at Ling Jiu, his voice trembling uncontrollably. “Who are you? Who are you, really?”

As the leading god of the Norse deities, Odin had not been in such an embarrassing gaffe in a long time.

But at this moment, not only was he completely discomposed, but his face turned pale with fright.

He could not believe that a powerful being like Ling Jiu was just a mortal. How could a mortal be stronger than the gods?

“The one who will kill you.”

Ling Jiu uttered faintly. The three bolts that killed Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades flew back with the wave of his hand.

Grabbing one of them, he loaded it on the bow, gently pulled the bowstring, and aimed at Odin, the king of the gods.

“How dare you try to kill my father!”

Thor, the god of thunder, standing next to Odin, faded into a bolt of silvery lightning as he lunged toward Ling Jiu.

He wielded the Mjölnir and struck it down at Ling Jiu, determined to smash him into dead meat.

Thor was desperate. When Ling Jiu could even kill Zeus with an arrow, he did not think that his father, who was also the king of the gods just like Zeus, could withstand Ling Jiu’s arrow strike.

“No one can stop me from killing anyone!”

Ling Jiu shot a glance at Thor, who froze in the air, motionless, as if he had been struck by lightning.

Afterwards, Ling Jiu aimed his bow at Odin and released the arrow.

Odin seemed to have expected his ending long ago. He did not dodge, but watched quietly. The next moment, the golden arrow pierced through his forehead.

“I didn’t expect that I, Odin, would die at the hands of a mortal.”

Odin mumbled to himself, life in his eyes fading away as he gradually lost his vitality. He dropped dead to the ground with his head hitting the ground.

He died, following in the footsteps of Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades.

At this time, Thor could move again. But before he could attack, Ling Jiu shot out another arrow. The golden arrow pierced through Thor’s forehead, killing him at once. Thor did not even have a chance to fight back.

Ling Jiu, who had evolved nine perfect stellar systems, was the most perfect, apex galactic being.

Combined with his powerful soul, killing enemies above his rank could not be easier.

This was the strength of a perfect galactic being, who was far more powerful than ordinary super-clustered beings.

Two kings of the gods had died in the blink of an eye. Fear overwhelmed the three kings of the gods of the Egyptian deities. They faded into three rainbows as they scrambled to flee into the distance.

They wanted to run as far as possible.

Running away from this place forever.

They did not want to die.

They wanted to live.

Upon seeing what happened, the three supreme gods of the Hindu deities also fled like a bat out of hell.

They could not bother about their image as the kings of the gods at this moment.

Dignity was not worth a penny right now.

All they wanted at this moment to live, making it out of here alive.

“Flee? It’s too late.”

Ling Jiu gently shook his head as he took out six arrows and loaded them on the golden bow at the same time. Pulling back the bowstring, he then released the six arrows at once.

The six arrows vanished as soon as they left the bow.

The next moment, they reappeared dozens of kilometers away, right behind the six kings of the gods.

Sshhluck! Sshhluck! Sshhluck!

Six counts of piercing sound rang through the air, and a blood hole appeared in the forehead of each of the six kings of gods.

They stopped moving after that.

Everyone was struck dumb again.

Whether it was the gods standing on Mount Olympus, or the billions of viewers sitting at home watching the live stream—they were all struck dumb.

Stupefied. Flabbergasted.

They were all struck dumb.

The six kings of the gods just died like that?

Was it not too simple?

Ling Jiu waved his hand and the bodies of the six kings of gods quietly appeared in front of him.

He glanced at them and put them away. He then looked at Loki, the last king of the gods, the god of fire of the Norse deities.

My—my lord... Spare my life, please!”

Loki’s voice was trembling, his face pale. He felt that Ling Jiu was a hundred times more terrifying than the Nidhogg, Ymir, and Jörmungandr.

He dared not run.

He just wanted to beg Ling Jiu for mercy.

“Spare your life? I didn’t know that gods would also beg for mercy.” Ling Jiu shook his head and smiled. As he reached out to touch Loki’s forehead, Loki’s head exploded instantly.

“He is dead.”

“They are all dead.”

The gods standing on Mount Olympus trembled as they looked at the figure standing proudly in the sky.

Many gods were in fear, their teeth chattering. Could they survive when the 12 kings of gods were dead.

In thousands of years of life, those gods had never felt so helpless, desperate, and frightened like now.

What could they do other than fear and despair?

They could do nothing.

Run?

Those kings of the gods had tried. But could they escape?

Beg for mercy?

Did it work?

Loki, the god of fire, had tried. But Ling Jiu still did not let him go.

So what should they do?

Of course, the rookie gods, namely the Earthling traitors, were equally frightened and desperate.

These include Derek Rothschild, the Greek god of wealth; Clement Solomon, the Hindu god of forests; Christian Brahman, the Hindu god of night; and Archibald Bronte, the Egyptian god of hounds.

These traitors were the ones who feared the most for their lives.

Could they live when even all other gods had died?

How could they survive?

They regretted it. Had they known this would be their end, they would not have become traitors.

Well, karma had come.

“The kings of the gods are dead. Now it is your turn.”

Ling Jiu suddenly looked over at the remaining gods.