169: Chapter 169 Black Marinated Eggs

The newcomer was tall and burly, the pair of huge black wings on his back slowly folding in.

Qin Ming sat on the reef, craning his neck as far as he could.

The night was already very dark today, with no moonlight.

This person was dressed entirely in black and carried a pair of black wings.

Most critically, even his skin tone was an extremely pure obsidian color.

If not for the loud bang and the flying dust just now, Qin Ming would have almost thought a piece of charred charcoal had fallen from the sky.

Amenadiel stood on the beach, looking at Qin Ming on the reef with cold, sharp eyes, preparing to teach this insolent, blasphemous brat a lesson.

As it turned out, before he could even open his mouth, Qin Ming spoke first.

“N-nei ge...” Qin Ming blinked his clear, large eyes, his face full of curiosity, “Why is there a Black angel?”

Amenadiel's cold expression collapsed instantly, his brows furrowing tightly together.

Qin Ming turned his head to look at Lucifer, who was still snickering: “Uh, why is he your brother? You were born from the same father, so how can you span two different races? Is the gene pool in Heaven really that casual?”

Lucifer suppressed his laughter, spreading his hands in a helpless gesture: “Who knows? Maybe when He was molding clay figures, He turned the oven temperature up too high.”

Qin Ming turned his gaze back, looking at the almost invisibly black Amenadiel, and continued his output: “And also, nei ge...”

“Enough!”

Amenadiel was finally at the end of his patience.

His massive black wings snapped open, and a terrifying surge of energy, like a physical tsunami, instantly swept out in all directions, cracking the surrounding reefs.

Amenadiel pointed at Qin Ming, his voice filled with unmasked fury: “That is discrimination! Also, the N-word is an extremely vile and insulting term! No matter where you borrowed that holy aura from, you should not use such a vulgar address!”

Qin Ming looked at the berserk Amenadiel, then at Lucifer, who had burst out laughing beside him.

“Do you have a persecution complex?” Qin Ming met Amenadiel's gaze without flinching. “I'm Chinese. ‘Nei ge’ in our spoken language just means ‘that one.’ It’s purely a filler word used for phonetic linking; it has absolutely nothing to do with the N-word.”

The aura around Amenadiel stalled for a moment.

He carefully scrutinized the yellow-skinned, black-haired brat before him, seemingly trying to judge the truth of those words.

“Stop making excuses.” Amenadiel straightened his face again, his black wings vibrating slightly. He reached into the void, and a silver short blade emitting a cold light appeared out of thin air. “You blasphemed Father, and you must be punished.”

Qin Ming tilted his head.

With his movement, a solid golden halo emerged behind his head without warning, instantly illuminating the beach within a ten-meter radius as bright as day.

Qin Ming looked at the black-winged angel opposite him, a glimmer of dangerous anticipation flashing in his eyes.

As Heaven's high-level enforcer and God's loyal executioner, Amenadiel had seen countless arrogant demons and fallen souls.

But a child covered in holy aura who dared to boast about spanking Father's backside had crossed his unforgivable line.

Moreover, this brat kept saying “nei ge” over and over, which made him feel like he was about to explode with rage.

“You will pay the price for your arrogant words!” Amenadiel roared.

Standing in the distance, Lucifer whistled, having no intention of helping. Instead, he crossed his arms with great interest, preparing to watch the show.

He knew his brother's strength very well.

Even if this kid had some tricks, it was impossible for him to take Amenadiel's frontal charge head-on.

Qin Ming remained seated on the reef cushioned by his backpack, watching the charging Amenadiel.

“Holy Divine Domain.”

An invisible ripple centered on Qin Ming instantly spread out, precisely covering a ten-meter radius.

There was no earth-shattering phenomenon, no blinding light.

But the moment Amenadiel stepped into this ten-meter absolute domain, something extremely bizarre happened.

The silver short blade in his hand, which had been flowing with terrifying divine power, gave a “hiss,” and its light extinguished directly, like a lightbulb with a bad connection.

Not only that, Amenadiel felt the continuous power of laws connected to Heaven being forcibly cut off from his body.

Rule-based systems, Causality-based systems, Holy Pressure... at this moment, they were all stripped away cleanly.

The Authority he took pride in vanished. His massive body suddenly sank in mid-air, and he could only rely on the angel's own powerful physical strength to continue the momentum of his charge.

Amenadiel's pupils constricted sharply, a flash of extreme bewilderment in his eyes.

What is going on?!

He had no time to think it through, because just as he rushed to a position less than five meters from Qin Ming—

Qin Ming spoke again.

“Gabriel.”

From above the night sky, a massive, pure white, and blinding pillar of light descended without warning.

Archangel Gabriel didn't even spare Amenadiel a glance, directly reaching out with a giant hand of light that emitted terrifying kinetic energy.

In the Holy Divine Domain, everyone lost their flashy magic and rules; the competition was down to the most primitive four hard attributes: spiritual power, speed, strength, and defense.

And Gabriel, as a top-tier spiritual entity summoned at max level, had pure numerical strength that was simply absurdly high.

Amenadiel only saw a flash of white light before his eyes.

He didn't even have time to bring his short blade across his chest to block.

“Smack!”

Gabriel's massive palm grabbed Amenadiel's face in one go.

Five fingers directly gripped that head of his, which looked like a Black Braised Egg, and slammed the mid-air Amenadiel down like a basketball.

“BOOM—!!!”

An incredibly dull and heavy explosion erupted on the beach.

Amenadiel was slammed face-first into the sand and held there firmly.

The black wings on Amenadiel's back flapped twice in pain as he tried to struggle to his feet.

Gabriel pressed down hard again. Aside from the occasional twitch of his wings, Amenadiel was suppressed so thoroughly he didn't even have the strength to struggle.

Qin Ming rested his chin on his hand, quietly watching the scene.

Standing not far away, the corners of Lucifer's mouth curled up wildly. At first, it was just his shoulders shaking, followed by suppressed chuckles, and finally, it turned into unbridled, boisterous laughter.

“Hahahaha—!”

Lucifer laughed until he doubled over, slapping his thighs hard with both hands.

He strode to the edge of the sand pit, looking at Amenadiel, who had a mouthful of sand and was still struggling in vain, laughing until tears almost came out.

“Oh God! I really wish I had my phone on me so I could take a picture of this and set it as my wallpaper!” Lucifer reached out and kicked Amenadiel's black wings hanging by the pit. “Aren't you Father's proudest warrior? Why do you look like a turkey being pressed into the mud now?!”