Miss, Don't Be Like That

The god said to him, “You cannot withstand the storm.”

The man replied in a low voice, “I am the storm.”

The essence of heaven and earth surged toward him like rivers flowing into the sea. His aura grew stronger and stronger. He took a deep breath and struck with his blade.

In the next instant, both the god and the demon vanished.

The man was barely breathing. Scarlet blood seeped from the cracks in his body, making him look gruesome and terrifying. Yet he was smiling. He was truly happy, because at last he had done what he had long wanted to do without losing his nerve and backing down halfway through.