Kapitel 889: Death of Gods

"Sage of Ten Thousand treasures, your title alone won't be able to save you here," the Sky God said. "You hurting us during wartimes is worthy of the punishment you are receiving. Be glad that we are not calling you a demon spy."

"Do you think I give a damn what you call me?" Ning asked.

The Sky God got a little angry at being spoken back at. "Choose, will you make him a sword or will you become a cripple?" he asked.

Ning turned to look at the sneering face of Fire Grim, who would be happy with either outcome. "I'm not doing anything that will make this bastard happy," he said.

"Fine then, cripple it is," the Sky God said and brought out a staff made out of intertwining green and silver, that ended at the head to form a big bird with its wings spread wide.

The Sky God slammed the ground as Ning felt something contricting around his Sea of Qi in his naval area.