The Gods Were Slapped Silly and Cried Their Eyes Out

"What was he going to do?"

"Could he be about to use some kind of divine skill?"

The Goddess of Life was utterly bewildered.

The Asura God felt a wave of instinctive panic, as though something bad was about to happen.

The God of Evil, meanwhile, wore a look of utter scorn.

A living ancestor?

A living daddy?

It was nothing but an attention-grabbing stunt.

A mere mortal dared to challenge divine might?

Once they found him on Douluo Star, they would tear out his soul and refine his spirit.

Under the gaze of the gods, Chu Xuan suddenly smiled.

His smile was deranged, with a hint of extreme danger.

Smack!

Suddenly, a resounding slap came from the sky screen.

On the screen, Chu Xuan had suddenly slapped himself across the face.

The gods were dumbfounded by the sight.

Wait, wasn't he going to use a Soul Skill or a divine skill?

Why was he slapping himself?

The God of Evil laughed.

"It seems this mortal knows that making fools of the gods is a grave offense, so he's slapping himself to beg the gods' forgiveness..."

Before he could finish, the God of Evil's voice abruptly cut off.

His head snapped to one side, and he was sent flying after it. His head struck the wall, and despite struggling several times, he couldn't get it free.

At the same time, the Asura God and numerous other gods were inexplicably slapped on their right cheeks. The blows were so powerful that they had no time to react.

The Asura God fell to the ground, the Goddess of Life clutched her face, the Godess of Kindness smashed her head against a nearby pillar, and the God of Destruction knocked his head against the table.

Somewhere in the Divine Realm, the God of Fire was drinking water and watching the sky screen when a sharp pain suddenly struck his cheek. The water sprayed from his mouth, and one side of his face swelled up.

A god who was making a baby with his partner suffered a heavy blow to the cheek, as did his partner. The two flew off in opposite directions, and even the bed collapsed.

The God of Water had just taken a mouthful of food when she was suddenly slapped. The food sprayed from her mouth, and the food on her plate landed upside down on her head.

The God of Water landed on her backside, tears streaming down her face.

She was just eating a meal. Did she really deserve a great big slap for that?

No, it was Chu Xuan on the sky screen!

He had slapped himself, and then she had inexplicably been slapped.

So what he said was true.

He really was bound to the Divine Realm. When he was hurt, the gods were hurt too.

If he died, the gods would fall with him!

The God of Water panicked. She scrambled to her feet and rushed toward the God Realm Committee's offices.

Many other gods seemed to have realized it too and flew toward the God Realm Committee.

Meanwhile, the Asura God and the other four God Kings who governed the Divine Realm's order stared at one another.

After struggling for quite a while, the God of Evil finally pulled his head out of the wall.

His face was full of terror, as though he had seen a ghost.

"Asura, could it... could it be true?"

He could clearly see that the other four God Kings' right cheeks were swollen.

Those bright red handprints definitely weren't special effects.

So Chu Xuan had slapped himself, and their group of God Kings had been slapped too?

The Asura God returned to his seat and took a deep breath. "From the looks of it, it seems to be true."

As he spoke, he gestured.

The Goddess of Life understood, and a vast surge of Life Divine Power swept over the gods.

Any injury would swiftly heal under the influence of Life Divine Power.

But then something strange happened.

No matter how she channeled her Life Divine Power, the slap marks on their faces didn't disappear.

Their injuries hadn't improved in the slightest!

"This... it didn't work?"

The God of Destruction's eyes nearly popped out of his head.

The Godess of Kindness swallowed. "Could it be that we have to wait for that brat's injury to heal before ours do too?"

"Probably."

The corners of the Asura God's mouth twitched violently several times.

He felt like he was about to lose control of his killing intent!

A dignified God King, held in the palm of a mortal from Douluo Star?

It was a colossal humiliation, utterly beneath his dignity.

He was a God King, a great God King!

On the sky screen, Chu Xuan rubbed his cheek.

It really did hurt.

But if he wasn't ruthless with himself, how would the gods believe him?

Judging by their reactions, most of the gods already believed him.

The Five Great God Kings seemed to believe him too.

The opening had worked pretty well. Once he drove the point home a little more, he could start reaping the benefits.

After all, since they were bound to him, they surely wouldn't want him to die.

Otherwise, they would all be screwed together.

Watching the gods' reactions, Chu Xuan chuckled. "Do you all believe me now?"

"If you don't, how about I show you a special trick? A game of tug-of-war between my neck and a roof beam?"

The Goddess of Life froze.

"Tug-of-war between your neck and a roof beam? What kind of special trick is that?"

The God of Evil's face turned green. "That brat means he's going to hang himself."

"Oh, hang himself. What? Hang himself?"

The Godess of Kindness's jaw nearly hit the floor.

Listen to that. Was that something a person should say?

Since when had hanging yourself become so hard to understand?

"Holy crap, stop!!!"

The Asura God couldn't help shouting.

They still hadn't fully figured out the situation. All they knew was that when Chu Xuan had slapped himself, they had been slapped too.

They could confirm that damage was shared.

Moreover, the severity of the damage depended on how badly Chu Xuan was hurt.

It wasn't reduced just because they were powerful gods.

But what about shared death?

If Chu Xuan really died, would the gods of the Divine Realm have to hold a mass funeral?

He didn't know, but he didn't dare gamble.

He really couldn't afford to.

Chu Xuan could hear the Asura God's voice.

The voice had traveled across almost half the Divine Realm through divine power. It would have been hard not to hear it.

"Looks like you believe me. In that case, it's time we had a proper talk."

"I'm in Spirit City on Douluo Star. What you need to do is make sure I stay alive. If I get bumped or hurt one day, I won't be responsible."

"You can figure out how to do that yourselves."

Harvesting benefits from the gods was the main prize.

Why else had he set up a sky screen to communicate with them, if not to get benefits from the gods?

He had transmigrated to the Douluo Continent, and although he had a system as his golden finger and could obtain plenty of good things in the future,

the gods had deep pockets. Even a little that slipped through their fingers could fill his own coffers to overflowing.

Most importantly, he needed the gods to guarantee his safety.

The Douluo World was still a little dangerous for him at the moment, because he hadn't grown strong yet.

If he ran into that protagonist who was always talking about how others had a way to die, there was no guarantee the other party wouldn't pull some little trick.

With the gods' protection, even if Tang San ground himself to exhaustion, he couldn't possibly take his life.

When the God of Evil heard Chu Xuan's words, he ground his teeth in anger and glared at him.

"A threat! A mere mortal dares threaten a god!"

"He'd better not let me catch him, or I'll make him regret it..."

Before he could finish, Chu Xuan snorted on the sky screen.

"God of Evil, who are you glaring at? I really don't like the look in your eyes."

"Everyone in the Divine Realm, if you're unhappy about this, go take it up with the God of Evil."

As he spoke, he grabbed his own hair and pulled it back.

At that instant, the gods felt a tightening at the backs of their heads.

Their heads suddenly jerked backward one after another, and cracking sounds rang out incessantly.

Some were caught off guard and fell backward, the backs of their heads striking the floor hard.

The goddesses whimpered in pain, their lovely faces drained of color.

The God of Wind cried, his hairstyle flowing gracefully no more.

The God of Destruction pounded the table. "My damn neck's going to break, it's going to break!"

"Hiss... you've gone and given me a neck problem!"

"God of Evil, you bastard who deserves a thousand cuts, are you sick in the head?"

"Why did you have to go and provoke him when everything was fine?"