Myriad Realms Gatekeeper

He gasped and continued:
"I have to endure multiple times the pain. Even though you endure less than me, you still have to bear the pain of the blade!"
O Jia spat out a mouthful of blood, looked down at the knife stuck in his chest, and anger surged from his heart.
"Bastard."
"Do you really think I can’t bear this little pain?"
"Clearly, I am tormenting you, yet you think you are the one tormenting me?"
"I want to make you remember—"
The warhammer rose.
Boom!!!
A hammer struck down severely, hitting O Jia’s chest.
He couldn’t help but spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.
"Dare to compete with me in cruelty?"
O Jia asked grimly.
Shen Ye shouted: "Ahhhhh— it hurts so much— who’s afraid of you, come on!"
He controlled O Jia’s hands, gripping the long knife again, stabbing towards the waist and abdomen.
But the knife stopped.
"Have some nerve, don’t stop!" Shen Ye shouted.
"I didn’t stop! It’s your controlled hands that didn’t dare to stab in!" O Jia said.
"Clearly it’s you!"
"It’s you!"
The knife finally stabbed in.
"Ahhhhh———"
Both of them screamed miserably at the same time.
Pain!
So damn painful!!!
"Again!"
"Bring it on, I’m not afraid!"
The warhammer came smashing towards the face with all its might.
The hammer stopped steadily one millimeter from the tip of the nose.
"Scared, huh, you punk."
O Jia sneered while spitting blood.
"You stopped the attack," Shen Ye explained.
"I am the noble Destructive Main God—"
Dong.
The hammer hit the face.
"How could I be afraid—"
Dong.
The hammer knocked out all of O Jia’s teeth.
"Just a mere hammer strike?"
Dong dong dong dong dong dong—
Shen Ye picked up the hammer and kept banging it on the head until O Jia could no longer endure.
"Stop!"
He shouted loudly.
"Scared?" Shen Ye was at the limit of his pain, but he tried hard to keep his voice normal.
O Jia couldn’t stand others saying he was scared.
"Who’s afraid of you! I’m just saying—the hammer’s not satisfying, dare to use a knife!"
"Use a knife, then use a knife."
"Do you really dare to use a knife?"
"Why wouldn’t I dare?"
"Hahaha, come on, little trash, I don’t believe you dare to use a knife!"
"I dare to use it!"
"The pain from the blade is a hundred times that of a hammer strike!"
"I still dare!"
The long knife was raised high, stabbing hard towards the face.
At the last moment.
The knife stopped.
One breath.
Two breaths.
Three breaths.
The knife still hadn’t struck the face nor pierced the bone, driven into the brain, stirring the brains.
The knife—
continued to stop in front of the nose.
"Out of strength?"
Shen Ye asked.
"What do you mean?" O Jia countered.
"Your arm can barely hold the knife up, if not, I would have stabbed it in already."
"You’ve used it too much, your arm held the warhammer—that hammer is no ordinary one. You’ve drained too much of my strength. How can you blame me?"
"It’s your body, now your body can’t wield the knife, you can’t blame me, can you?"
The two argued noisily.
But soon, they both shut their mouths.
—The two seemed to have reached a certain understanding.
They didn’t accuse or ridicule each other by saying words like "coward," "chicken."
—Everyone knew, as long as they said those words, the knife would stab in.
What’s the point?
A knife in the face does indeed hurt a lot.
Am I an idiot, punishing myself with such pain?
—So damn painful!
Thus they paused for several breaths.
Both were panting.
In a careless moment—
The knife was already posed in front of the nose, and in a careless moment, it slipped from the hand with a "swish," slicing open O Jia’s chest.
"..." O Jia.
"..." Shen Ye.
"Humans are really cowards, they need me to personally slice to feel pain." O Jia said lightly.
"Clearly, I sliced it!" Shen Ye shouted.
"I sliced it."
"It was me, stop being so self-righteous, mortal."
"You call me mortal? I, the young master, will slay a god today!"
The long knife was grabbed again, stabbing towards the face.
Hiss——
The pain in the chest had exceeded imagination.
Is it really going to be like this?
Both of them hesitated to the extreme.
"Brat, let me out—what happened here, we can call it even."
O Jia suddenly said.
"Why should I believe you," Shen Ye replied.
The blade stopped.
Both of them breathed a sigh of relief.
"I won’t deceive you, after all, I’m here for that Soul Fragment, your Blade Technique is just a bonus."
O Jia said.
"Let me think about it," Shen Ye replied.
Great.
No need to cut myself.
Just as they were thinking of this, they saw that the long blade had slashed once before, now the blood flowed along the blade to the hilt, making it slippery.
"Swish."
The cold, merciless blade wind blew past.
The long blade slashed across O Jia’s chest again, cutting a bone-deep wound.
"Do you see this? This cut is just a warning, if you don’t agree, I’ll continue cutting."
O Jia said in a deep tone.
"Stop pretending! You slipped—your hand slipped and cut it!" Shen Ye shouted.
Suddenly.
Lines of faint glowing text appeared before them:
"The Destruction Tribulation has designated a King’s Cage Battle."
"The fighting parties are—"
"Destruction Twin Gods and King of Nightmare!"
"Reject this King’s Battle and the world behind the King will be destroyed immediately!"
"Teleportation starting!"
O Jia’s expression changed, shouting: "Wait a minute!"
He quickly formed Spell Seals with his hands.
At this moment.
Shen Ye also reacted.
No matter what—
What O Jia wanted to do was what he had to stop!
He controlled one of O Jia’s hands and forcefully spread it to the side.
The Technique failed!
The teleportation power in the Void was completed, fully landing on O Jia, pulling hard—
Swish! (Why is it this ominous sound again?)
O Jia vanished on the spot.
...
Endless dark Void.
On a platform.
The Destructive Main God Silas and Sirren stared dumbfoundedly at the opposite.
——O Jia!
The heavily wounded O Jia appeared on the King’s Battle platform!
"Brother?" Silas tentatively asked.
"No, I am the Human King, temporarily occupying your brother’s body," O Jia said coldly.
"How did you do it?" Sirren asked.
"That I can’t tell you," O Jia replied.
He assumed a combat stance on the spot.
"Hey, what’s happening, why are you saying you’re me?" Shen Ye whispered.
"When I can’t hold them off, they want to devour me—our Destructive Main Gods can devour each other," O Jia said.
"So even though you’re strong, you want to pull in an outsider like Kaylon to join the fight to kill me?" Shen Ye asked.
"Exactly, and just handle them a bit, otherwise if I die, you die too," O Jia said.
Shen Ye fell silent.
——Among these Destructive Main Gods, who poses the greatest threat to me?
What strategy should I adopt?
No need to overthink.
O Jia is their brain.
I want them brain dead!
"Don’t listen to him," Shen Ye immediately used O Jia’s mouth to speak, "Actually, I—"
Before he could finish, O Jia’s message blocked it:
"Be careful what you say—the devouring of Destruction is to devour both of us at once, never to revive."
Never to revive.
That means I would lose an avatar.
Exchanging an avatar for O Jia’s death?
——This deal isn’t worth it!
"What’s wrong with you? Speak!" Silas urged.
Sirren was also next to him, staring at O Jia, wanting to discern some truth.
Both formed a Technique at the same time.
"It’s a lie-detecting Technique—be careful what you say, otherwise both you and I will fall into Eternal Destruction," O Jia said calmly.
It was clear he had been pushed to the brink.
Shen Ye also sensed it.
It was a kind of omen—
If he answered incorrectly or slipped up, things would take a turn for the worse.
"Speak the truth."
Shen Ye changed his tone, braced himself, and continued:
"I’m with him."
Everything around fell silent.
Silas’s eyes bulged.
He glanced at the Technique in his hand—
The Technique’s fluctuations were stable.
The other party wasn’t lying!
What!
Why!!!
Sirren stood aside, lips trembling, unable to help saying:
"You? Him?"
"That’s right," Shen Ye nodded, and said in a firm tone, "We are now super strong, understand?"