Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 1584 - 1784: Is the God of Death Really Dead?!

"Boom!"
A tremendous noise echoed, following which the entire nozzle was enveloped in a blue mist. This blue mist, characterized by absolute zero, was indeed a testament to what the Spear God had previously claimed—the power of the Ice Phoenix Spear was beyond what ordinary people could bear; under one shot, it enveloped the area in minus two hundred degrees, an absolute zero climate.
At minus fifty degrees, a car parked outside could freeze into a block of ice. Even colder, a breath outside would instantly turn into ice. So, at minus two hundred degrees, one must imagine—absolute zero—an individual enveloped by such cold would instantly become a block of ice and shatter.
This was why the Spear God was so confident; with such a powerful shot, he didn't believe Hao Jian could withstand it and survive.
After shooting, the temperature within a fifty-meter radius, excluding under the Spear God, suddenly plummeted to minus two hundred degrees—the kind of cold that ordinary people, or even mutants in the movies, could not endure.
In an instant, the sky changed, and the air was filled with a biting chill. High pillars and railings within the fifty-meter radius instantaneously turned into ice and shattered with a bang. Even the thick walls froze and began to creak, as if about to give way and rupture.
The Spear God laughed, "Haha... God of Death, let's see how powerful you are. You escaped by luck last time, but this time, with the distance calculated, you won't escape death by my hands."
Xie Qianqian, Jiang Long, and Li Xin rushed out at the sign of danger. For them, a fifty-meter distance was only a matter of seconds. Although they escaped, they could still feel the intense cold inside.
Xie Qianqian wanted to dash in and save Hao Jian, but Jiang Long held her back. The importance of Hao Jian to Jiang Long was beyond words; without Hao Jian, Jiang Long wouldn't have achieved what he had. This was why he and the brothers and sisters of God of Death Island respected and admired Hao Jian so much.
At this moment, Jiang Long maintained an unusually calm mind; he believed that nothing would happen to his boss inside. On the contrary, he sensed the immense power of the cold inside—they would definitely freeze to death if they went in, without even leaving a body.
So his mind became clearer; he knew the degree of danger inside, and he would not let Xie Qianqian step inside, holding her firmly.
Xie Qianqian struggled to break free from Jiang Long's grasp, but Jiang Long held tighter.
Anxiously, he said, "You can't go. You'll only burden the boss if you do. You must believe in his strength; he won't be harmed!"
Xie Qianqian looked at Jiang Long. If it were someone else, she would have used force to make him let go, but with Jiang Long—whom she had gotten along well with while protecting Shu Ya—she felt embarrassed to lose her temper.
Blocked by Jiang Long, she realized entering was impossible, so she flung his hand away and returned to her original spot, her face full of anger.
She didn't know why she instinctively wanted to rush in to save Hao Jian when he faced danger. She loathed him, yet, at that moment, she instinctively wanted to save him—even knowing she might not succeed and could lose her life too, she still wanted to rush in undauntedly.
She didn't understand why Jiang Long stopping her made her angry; perhaps only her heart knew the real answer.
The incident took just a few seconds; Li Xin and the others stood quietly behind, not speaking. The situation had long surpassed their capacity to intervene, so they silently stood aside, worrying in their hearts, hoping nothing would happen to Young Master Hao, while also feeling that Hao Jian would be invincible.
At this moment, under the Spear God's Ice Phoenix Spear, within the absolute minus two hundred degrees, the Bandit God, who still had one last breath of life in him, lay on the ground, coldly gazing at the Spear God.
He once had hope for survival, but when he felt the absolute zero temperature, observed Xie Qianqian and Jiang Long's hasty retreat, and saw the Spear God fire, his hope perished. He knew his life would end here.
He shouted with all his might, "No!" trying to stop the Spear God's urge to pull the trigger, but the Spear God's focus was only on Hao Jian, not hearing him. The trigger was pulled the next second.
At that moment, the blood within him froze instantly. His struggling ceased, and he lost consciousness. Originally, Hao Jian only severely injured him; yet, the Spear God's shot sent him straight into hell.
In the end, the Bandit God's mouth gaped open. He never expected his fate to end like this, dying completely, utterly.
Throughout, the Spear God was utterly oblivious to this; his mind was filled only with Hao Jian and the desire to kill him. Everything else seemed insignificant as he reveled in the sensation of his own power.
The Spear God estimated the time, it had been over ten seconds since he fired. He kept staring at Hao Jian, noticing him standing dazedly, silent and motionless.
He burst into loud laughter, wildly, uncontrollably.
"Haha... God of Death, you've finally fallen by my hand, haha... The noble God of Death has finally perished by my hand. I'm the one who killed the God of Death; my strength surpasses his, haha..."
The Spear God laughed wantonly, feeling as though he had transformed, becoming someone extraordinary, unrivaled, and revered by countless people.
He laughed, unreservedly, feeling as if the entire world belonged to him. The once seemingly unrealistic dreams now seemed completely attainable, totally his, without reservation.
He watched as Hao Jian, gripping his sword, appeared ready to strike, yet frozen mid-action, unable to stop smiling. For years, longing to kill Hao Jian lingered, never knowing how many attempts he made, yet each assassination failed, leaving him injured and retreating.
At those times, only two words filled his heart, "Not satisfied!" Dissatisfied that he couldn't defeat Hao Jian, despite being older and longer-practiced in Ancient Martial Arts. Yet each time, he was defeated by Hao Jian.
But that wasn't the main issue; it was the duel before Hao Jian's master. Though he didn't fight with all his might against a young boy, who used minimal strength, it felt like he was being looked down upon, which infuriated him.
So, he always wanted to kill Hao Jian, having attempted countless plans and actions. Only with the God of Mercenary, he once brought Hao Jian to his heels using a diversionary tactic, only for the Prophet to save him when he was severely injured.
At that time, his fury led him to unknown places, leaving a trail of corpses, easing his mood before he returned to normalcy.
Now, he finally killed Hao Jian. He had done so much, even created the Ice Phoenix Spear just for this moment.
The Ice Phoenix Spear was refined and modified hundreds of times, used only twice. The first allowed Hao Jian to escape, though he fled miserably.
The second time was now; he finally ended Hao Jian's life.
He laughed, then looked at Hao Jian, saying, "What will happen, will happen; what won't, won't. For years, I've sought to kill you obsessively, and finally, heaven rewards the persistent. I've realized my wish, personally ending you, haha... I'm so happy!"
Now, the Spear God was nearly insane. The Mercenary God Kazan was already dead, the Murder God died before him, the Bandit God, too—now, only he remained. Come tomorrow, the four great forbidden zones and alliances would exist no more, leaving only the Spear God Alliance.
But, it doesn't matter.
Because he finally killed one of the Five Gods, the God of Death Hao Jian. Even if just the Spear God Alliance remains from the Four Great Alliances, by tomorrow, no, not even till tomorrow, the news of one of the Five Gods dying at Spear God's hand will spread worldwide.