"I was tricked by them. I hid those clothes very well."

The boy, filled with resentment, gulped down a mouthful of wine.

Su Qing's face twitched as she looked at the boy with a strange expression.

The boy's name was Banta, and he was a student at this college.

He has exceptional talent and should have been highly regarded in the academy.

But just now, the boy was expelled from the academy.

The reason was that some personal clothing belonging to female students who had been missing during this period was found in the boy's room.

"Someone must have deliberately set me up. I had those clothes safely stored away and they weren't in my room."

The boy said to Su Qing, "Teacher, you will definitely help me get justice, right?"

The boy's expression gradually became expectant.

Su Qing sighed and patted the boy on the shoulder.

"We're not familiar with each other!"

He may be shameless, but he would never do something so despicable.

Turning away, Su Qing abandoned the idea of ​​taking on a student to break the ice.

They headed straight for the capital of this continent.

He no longer held back his aura, releasing it recklessly, which then swept across the sky.

The main gods of all five continents were alarmed, and many of the gods looked horrified.

When Su Qing arrived above the capital city, five figures appeared before him.

Who are you? Where are you from?

The five men were quite wary; they had no idea how deep the dragon was.

Su Qing yawned, looking languid and somewhat indifferent.

"I need to ask you something. Do you know where the battlefield of the Gods is?"

The five people were taken aback. One of them hesitated for a moment, and then a thought was transmitted to him.

Su Qing accepted the thought, instantly locked onto the route, and looked at the person with some surprise.

This guy had only been away from that battlefield for less than a century.

Thanks!

Su Qing thanked him and then slapped him down with its paw.

Five people were suppressed, and then Su Qing began to preach.

He randomly chose a city, found some poor people, got them to believe in him, and then gave them strength.

Having gained power, they began to continuously expand their followers.

It took Su Qing eighty years to finally gain basic control over this world.

He released the five main gods.

“I apologize for my previous offense. You may continue to be your rulers now.”

Su Qing turned and left, his strength increasing significantly. He could feel that he was very close to breaking through the barrier of his current realm.

Leave this world and head down that path.

After flying for an unknown amount of time, Su Qing felt as if she had bumped into an invisible barrier.

Sensing something, Su Qing tore open the space and rushed inside.

Once inside, Su Qing found herself in a desolate battlefield.

Beneath my feet was black earth, a blackness that seemed to have been stained by blood over a long period of time.

A strange smell wafted from all around, and Su Qing tried to open her eyes wide.

But they found it stretched to the horizon.

He tried to begin wandering, while simultaneously attempting to connect with his grandfather and two ancestors through blood.

Who is it?

Suddenly, a shout rang out.

Immediately afterwards, a group of people flew swiftly from the distant horizon.

The leader was a chief god, followed by more than a dozen other gods, all looking at him with serious expressions.

They raised all their weapons.

"Which god do you serve under?"

Su Qing paused briefly, then blurted out, "The God of Heaven!"

He knew it was a bad thing as soon as he said it.

Because the faces of those people opposite them all turned cold, filled with murderous intent.

"Heretics, they deserve to die!"

A group of people charged over. Su Qing sighed. Why were these people doing this?

They retaliated with a swift and decisive crackdown, utterly destroying these people.

They simply looted the spoils from these people.

Su Qing discovered a token that had fallen from the main god.

It contains complex text, but it can be understood at a glance.

Lord of Death!

This was the second god's name he knew.

Su Qing touched her chin.

It seems that the God of Death and the God of Heaven are in a state of considerable opposition and hostility.

Su Qing was wary of these so-called gods, but not to the point of fear.

Because she could sense that she was not far from reaching that level.

If he were given a few hundred more years, he was confident that he could elevate his combat power to that level.

Continuing onward, Su Qing flew for a long time without encountering anyone, until he reached a continuous mountain range.

Within a colossal city, this was a gathering point established by some of the Heavenly God Lord's subordinates.

Whenever they kill the subordinates of other gods, they can use these battle merits to exchange for treasures or resources to improve and strengthen themselves.

In a courtyard, the God of Greed sat in a corner, his face somber.

This battlefield was far more dangerous than they had imagined.

In just a few hundred years, their numbers have dwindled from over a hundred when they first arrived to just over 30 today.

Although almost all of the current thirty-odd people are high-level gods, their actual combat power has not only not been lost, but has actually increased.

However, the situation remains far from optimistic.

The battles are too frequent; there's a battle every few days.

Before his wounds had even healed, he was already facing the next battle.

The Black Dragon King was covered in wounds, but he and the Old Golden Dragon were both physically strong, so they were alright.

However, the old silver dragon is in poor physical condition and his injuries are quite severe. If he doesn't get treatment soon, he might die here.

How many battle achievements do we still have?

The god of greed spoke.

A deity nearby replied, "The five hundred-odd points are what was left over from last time."

"Go exchange for a few bottles of Water of Life, let's save the old silver dragon's life first."

"That's what the God of Greed said," he said, then looked at the Black Dragon King.

"Without enough battle merits, we can only keep him alive for now and let him recover slowly on his own."

"Or we could collect more battle merits and exchange them for a Life Rule Crystal worth three thousand battle merits."

The God of Greed did not continue speaking, as three thousand battle merits were too many.

All the war merits they've accumulated over the past few centuries amount to just over 100,000.

Moreover, most of these military achievements were wasted by them.

Even after a single battle, their livelihood might not be as good as the losses they suffer.

"Five hundred years to go!"

The Black Dragon King muttered to himself, "I wonder how my grandson is doing?"

The main gods must serve for a thousand years before they can leave, and only half of that time has passed.

And it seems unlikely they can hold out until then.

The god of greed suddenly coughed up blood, his face turning deathly pale.

Many gods immediately looked over with concern.

Now, unsurprisingly, the God of Greed, the strongest fighter in their small group, has become their leader.

"fine!"

The God of Greed shook his head. The main god he encountered last time had strange abilities and left a trace of power in his body, but he had almost completely worn it away.

The bell suddenly rang, and everyone's expression changed again.

Another war is about to break out!