Three Seconds of Stopped Time: I Drew the God’s Sword in Front of Everyone

"Mortal Di Zheng, ability rating: F-rank scrap metal. Permanently barred from entering the Divine Realm battlefront."

Inside the assessment hall, the examiner sneered contemptuously. The arrogant young master of a god's clan casually drew the Sacred Sword of Godslaying and swung it down at Di Zheng's head.

At the very last moment of the countdown, a hazy glimmer flashed in Di Zheng's eyes. "Time Stop: Activate."

[Absolute time freeze activated! All things stand still! The world is plunged into absolute black and white!]

Within three seconds, Di Zheng leisurely walked forward, drew the young master's sword, aimed it at his throat, then stuffed an explosive thunderclap with its fuse lit into his mouth.

As the clock began ticking again, the divine clan's prodigies were scared stiff on the spot. "You call that F-rank scrap metal?!"