"Sword God?" Ning turned around to look at the man. "Is that a cultivation realm you've reached?"
"What? No, it's my title," the man said. "How have you never heard of a god before?"
"Well, the last person that called himself a god died by my hands, so forgive me if I'm not really interested in you," Ning said.
Fire Grim's eyes narrowed. "You've killed a god?" he asked.
"Yes," Ning said. But he didn't elaborate on it. It would be hard to elaborate on Genesis without going into more detail about what he was.
"Whatever, it doesn't concern me," the man said. "I am here to recruit you. Will you come with me?"
"Recruit me?" Ning gave a confused look. "For what exactly?"
"What do you mean what? The war of course," the sword god said.
"Ah, right. I forgot it was still ongoing. Just how long do you guys plan on continuing this war exactly?" Ning asked.
"Until the demons are dead of course," the sword god said.
Ning shook his head. "You haven't seen demons," he said. "Anyway, I'm not interested in your war. Please go back."
"Why not?" the sword god asked. "Well, if you're not interested then help me make a sword."
"Oh, now you're talking," Ning said as he curiously asked. "What sort of sword do you want?"
"I need one that can kill the demons. Especially one that keeps coming back no matter how many times I cut him down," the man said.
"What?" Ning's eyes narrowed. "I asked you what sort as in the shape, size, and material of the sword. I'm not going to make you a specific sword to kill the demons. Go ask other people for your murder plot. I don't have the time."
"Bastard, are you denying me? Do you not realize who I am?" the sword god asked.
"I don't care," Ning said. "If you really want a sword made, give me the shape and size and I will make one for you."
The sword god frowned for a bit and remembered something. "I heard you used to fight to give people what they want. Is that true?" he asked.
"That was centuries ago," Ning said. "I don't do that anymore."
"Come on! Fight me. If I win, make me the sword I want," the sword god said. "If you do, I will even bring up the topic of you becoming the Artifact God. That title will be worth a lot more than the Sage title you have right now."
"I'm not interested. Please leave," Ning said.
The sword god watched as Ning turned around to leave. "Hah! I had heard the Sage of Ten Thousand treasures was a brave man that wouldn't hide from anyone. It turns out that it was a lie."
"To think you would be such a coward," the sword god said.
The workers that were working area had already stopped the moment they realized it was one of the well-renowned gods that had appeared in their workplace. And now that he had called Ning a coward, they wanted to see what their employer would do.
Ning turned around to face the sword god and chuckled. "Was that you trying to get me angry?" he asked. "I'm sorry, I'm way too old to be riled up by petty words. Do keep trying though, I wish you success."
The Sword God was getting angry, but his words weren't reaching Ning at all. "If my word won't reach you, then my sword will," he said.
A sword of golden light formed in front of him as he held it in front of him. "You will do what I say or I will destroy this little establishment of yours," he said.
Ning turned around. "Why are you like this? Can't you just leave? Why do you have to ruin people's livelihood?" he asked.
"I don't want to," the man said. "But I will since I have to."
"You don't have to," Ning said.
"You leave me no choice. You are trying to ruin my reputation by refusing to work with me. I have to protect it and I can only do so with this sword," the sword god said.
Ning sighed. "Fine, go ahead," he said as he walked back toward the man. "Attack me."
The sword god hesitated. "I don't want to hurt you. Get away," he said.
"You can't hurt me," Ning said. "You are too weak to do so."
"What? I am weak?" he asked.
"Very," Ning said. "I've seen mindless beasts stronger than you. You are nothing."
The sword god did not hesitate to attack. Even if there were people behind Ning, or in the vicinity, he used his full power to attack Ning.
The sword he had created caused the world to dim as it came down trying to cut existence itself.
The power behind his sword wasn't one that just anyone could produce. And yet, Ning caught it with his bare hand.
The massive energy that was strong enough to destroy the city was stopped with a single bare hand as Ning grabbed it before it went anywhere.
"You crazy bastard. You really were trying to kill me." Ning's eyes turned cold. He grabbed the sword in his hand tighter and it splintered into a hundred different pieces of golden light as it drifted away into space.
Then Ning put as much power in his hand as he could and punched the sword god in the stomach.
The sword god's body was instantly destroyed as his Immortal soul came out of the dead body both confused and horrified at what had just happened.
"You killed me," the soul spoke out loud.
The many people all around them looked with clear shock in their eyes as it only registered to them that the Sword God had died.
"Next time, make sure to have the strength to back your words," Ning said and grabbed the storage ring that was amongst the pile of meat.
"I will be taking this for your insolence here today. Don't ever show your face in front of me again."
