Henry Clark said leisurely, “Since I dare to use the God-Slaying Sword, I naturally have a way to avoid its harm.”

William Carter remained silent. Indeed, this was a simple truth. He shouldn’t have overlooked it.

It was just that he had been blinded by hatred and anger, losing the ability to think.

Henry Clark shook his head slightly. “Teacher, this is where you’re wrong. At a time like this, you should pick up the conversation and curiously ask me what method I used, shouldn’t you?”

William Carter was exhausted. He wanted to close his eyes, but he still wanted to hear the secret of how Henry Clark controlled the God-Slaying Sword.

“Teacher, the way you look so tired yet still forcing yourself to hold on is really quite cooperative. It’s almost touching.”

Although Henry Clark said this, his smile slowly faded from his face. “But you, a cold-blooded bastard, want to hear my secret? You’re not worthy.”

The sudden insult made the corner of William Carter’s eye twitch. But in his current state, he no longer had the strength to express his anger.

Henry Clark said sincerely, “Don’t worry, teacher. Even though I despise you, as your disciple I still have basic manners. I’ll send your daughter’s whole family to hell to accompany you, so your family can be reunited and happy together…”

William Carter was already barely hanging on, but upon hearing this, his old eyes suddenly widened and stared fiercely at Henry Clark, his aged face becoming twisted and ferocious. He wanted to curse Henry Clark, but could only make choking sounds, unable to speak.

The surge of anger and agitation quickly burned away what little life William Carter had left.

Within a few seconds, blood seeped from William Carter’s eyes, which slowly glazed over, and his head drooped. Yet his face still retained that look of hatred and ferocity.

Henry Clark reached out and gently patted William Carter’s head. “Teacher, I was just joking with you. Why are you so worked up?”

He then said with a bit of amusement, “That ferocious little expression of yours is actually kind of funny. Too bad, 006, 022, 031, 055, 091, and over a thousand other nameless guys won’t get to see it.”

Henry Clark muttered to himself, “When they died, it was far more miserable than you. They didn’t even have a chance to be angry.”

He gently stroked the exquisite crimson scabbard and said softly, “With this sword as my oath, I will demand justice from the Blood God Society for myself and for all my brothers and sisters!”

Chapter 3: The Strange Object

The slumped William Carter had stopped breathing and would not respond to Henry Clark, nor could he ever again.

Henry Clark didn’t care either; he would never truly share his secrets with the living.

A dead enemy was not only more pleasing to the eye, but also made for a great confidant.

“Teacher, I was reborn three days ago. The vault password is no secret to someone reborn. I easily obtained the God-Slaying Sword.”

Standing in front of William Carter, Henry Clark continued talking to himself, “The God-Slaying Sword brings certain death at the sight of blood—how to solve that? The God-Slaying Sword has no eyes, so it can’t see blood. So, as long as the sword’s master closes his eyes, it’s fine.”

“Hahahaha, isn’t it simple?”

Henry Clark laughed a few times, then said with some boredom, “Teacher, you’re not reacting at all. How dull.”

He thought for a moment and added, “Oh right, if the enemy is wounded by the sword and closes their eyes, they can also avoid the ‘death upon seeing blood’ rule. Unfortunately, very few people know this rule. So even gods who see their own blood after being struck by the sword will die. That’s what makes the God-Slaying Sword so terrifying.”

Henry Clark continued, “Just now I lied to you. I only gave you a light stab in the center of your forehead to test the effect. After seeing blood, you lasted a whole minute—your vitality is pretty strong.”

Henry Clark sighed lightly. “As expected, the God-Slaying Sword is still too low-level. It takes a whole minute to kill a level-seven expert.”

The God-Slaying Sword is a growth-type strange object, but it has never had the chance to truly grow. Judging by its power, it’s probably only at the bronze level right now.

The rules of strange objects are not absolute. They can be suppressed by higher-level powers.

Strange objects are divided into four levels: black iron, bronze, silver, and gold. This makes a lot of sense.

With a century’s worth of experience and knowledge of the future, Henry Clark’s understanding of strange objects and source power surpasses that of the entire era. This is also his greatest advantage.

As long as he has time to develop, he can become the strongest of this era!

Henry Clark patted William Carter’s shoulder and said, “Teacher, you’re already dead, so why not make yourself useful one last time and donate your body? You don’t mind, right?”

“Silence means consent.”

“Teacher, you’re so generous. Let’s call it even for all our past grudges.”

Henry Clark kept talking as the God-Slaying Sword was drawn once again.

The God-Slaying Sword’s blade is 102 centimeters long, 3.8 centimeters wide, and as thin as paper. Including the hilt, the total length is 121 centimeters.

The slender, lightweight God-Slaying Sword is crimson like blood, as if a stream of blood had solidified. Within the blade, faint red flames ripple like water.

In terms of appearance, the God-Slaying Sword is both dazzling and eerie.

Although Henry Clark kept his eyes closed, he could still observe every detail of the God-Slaying Sword through the Six-Winged Celestial Cicada.

In his mind, strange, low whispers echoed. The sound was like ten thousand children wailing. Though he couldn’t understand the words, the intense negative emotions were unmistakable.

This was one of the God-Slaying Sword’s negative effects: the Demonic Whispers.

The Demonic Whispers are a terrifying form of mental pollution. Every time the God-Slaying Sword is activated, its master must endure the trial of the Demonic Whispers.