A Jumping Clown

The God of Desire knelt on one knee, his heterochromatic eyes focused on only one figure, and he said:

"Lord Asura God, this is my ninety-nine thousand eight hundred and ninety-ninth time offering myself to you. Do you have time tonight? I promise you an unforgettable night."

He suddenly remembered something and quickly added:

Even if you don't believe in my abilities, please believe in my Divine Office. And if all else fails, I can simply steal 'Lust' from the Love God.

When the Goddess of Beauty gave "Lust" to the Love God, the God of Desire did not pay any attention.

Love and desire are also a kind of desire, and he is born with the knowledge of them.

This is completely unnecessary.

The God of Desire experienced the thrill of being a "flying god" once again.

Throughout the entire process of being kicked away, he skillfully adjusted his body posture in mid-air, and while his robes were fluttering, he didn't forget to elegantly adjust the small crown on his head that was about to fall off.

The God of Desire closed his eyes contentedly for a moment, then opened them again, turning his head to look at the God of Lies beside him, who was also adjusting his posture, his tone carrying an uncontrollable hint of pleasure:

"Lies, did you notice? This time, Asura God actually listened to everything I said before kicking me."

The God of Lies heard the God of Desire's arrogance in those words.

He snorted.

That's all the other person is capable of.

He spoke, a hint of smugness appearing on his gentle face:

"Lord Asura God, you waited a little longer than you before kicking me after hearing what I said."

Upon hearing this, the God of Desire mercilessly exposed his lie:

"That's because you're standing further away than me. Doesn't it take the Asura God time to walk over?"

The God of Desire glanced sideways at the God of Lies, his tone brimming with superiority. "Hmph, you're just jealous. Jealous that I'm always one step ahead of you."

"Jealous of you? Jealous that you always get kicked away before me? The way you compete for first place is so shameful that the entire Evil God Faction will be embarrassed because of you."

A sharp glint flashed in the eyes of the God of Lies, and though his tone was gentle and mild, his words were anything but polite.

Regarding this content, it's fair to say that no one should call anyone else naive.

The two figures flew through the air for a while before finally landing one after the other. Why did they let themselves fly out like cannonballs instead of using Divine Power to stop themselves?

God of Desire: Ah, why do you do this?

God of Lies: What idiot asked that question?

After landing, the two gods dusted themselves off, and their childish verbal sparring finally came to a temporary end.

The God of Lies suddenly and casually mentioned:

"By the way, about desire, did you tell Asura God about That Matter?"

The God of Desire, who was tidying up with his head down, stopped what he was saying and asked in return:

Which matter?

"It's some arrogant fool."

The God of Lies chuckled a few times, his expression suggesting that the "ignorant thing" he was referring to was some insignificant ant, someone whose very mention would soil his tongue.

The God of Desire raised an eyebrow, surprised:

"Ah--he's still alive. Didn't any other Evil Gods teach him a lesson during this time?"

He thought that given the other party's arrogance, some short-tempered Evil God would have lost his temper and taught them a lesson by now. If he had to trouble the Asura God to handle everything personally, then he was truly neglecting his duty.

"Them?" The God of Lies raised a slight smile, but it was as cold as a layer of ice. "They're all watching the show."

"Watching a show?"

After a moment's thought, the God of Desire quickly grasped the key to the matter, a knowing glint flashing in his heterochromatic eyes.

"That makes sense. After all, everyone slept for such a long time and just woke up; their tempers are indeed much milder than before."

After a long nap, you open your eyes to find a clown performing energetically on stage. Who wouldn't want to take a second look?

Consider it a wake-up call.

He was about to say something more when he looked up and found that the huge God of Lies in front of him was gone.

The place was completely empty.

Only a few wisps of Divine Power remained.

Immediately afterwards, a line of text appeared in the air, the handwriting carrying a hint of smugness.

Looks like I'm faster than you this time.

The God of Desire stared at the words, a vein throbbing on his forehead. "Damn lies! Playing these tricks? How childish!"

As he spoke, the God of Desire vanished.

When he arrived as fast as he could, the God of Lies was already standing in front of Wuma Xiu, finishing his sentence.

As the last word fell, the God of Lies turned his head, smiled at him, and his gentle, harmless face clearly displayed four words.

--You're too late.

Provocative.

This is blatant provocation!

"A mere newly ascended Evil God, utterly ignorant of his own limitations."

Wuma Xiu snorted lightly, as if he had only heard a fly buzzing outside his window, completely ignoring the other party and naturally not giving it any further reaction.

It's just something that's just started to emerge.

The Evil Gods he fought back then were all far more famous than this so-called "newly emerging Evil God."

"Asura God, this matter shouldn't be reported to you, but some time ago the other party declared that in three days he would become the Chief Evil Gods. Those who disagree can challenge him then."

"Because this matter concerns you, I haven't made a decision yet. If you're unhappy, I'll go and bring him his head to you right now."

After the God of Desire finished speaking, he stood aside with his hands at his sides, awaiting the judgment of the Asura God.

The reason why the two sides are still at peace is actually more due to this reason than the fact that they want to see how long that arrogant clown can keep jumping around.

Wuma Xiu walked slowly to the outside of the hall, stopped at the end of the white jade steps, and looked at the Clear Pool in front of him.

The pool was still and undisturbed, reflecting the sky and clouds, as well as his deep red eyes.

It seems we can Godslaying once again.

In the past, he at least restrained himself somewhat in the game because of the official backing.

But now, this is no longer a game.

I wonder who can stop me now?

Wuma Xiu's lips curled into a cold smile.

He didn't consider himself a particularly good-tempered god.

That wasn't true before, and it's even less true now.

There is no logic in this world where people are allowed to make threats without paying the price.

Whether human or god, everyone must be responsible for their words.

--Especially those arrogant and ignorant words.

"You'd better have some real skill, or at least be worthy of my permission to draw This Venerable sword a second time."