Something Seems a Little Off

This was the first time any of the Evil Gods present who had been beaten by the Asura God had ever seen him dressed so... so revealingly.

While it's called "revealing," not much skin is actually exposed; it's just the kind of clothing they're used to seeing.

People are showing off their shoulders and backs, and some are even barely clothed on their upper bodies... These are all very common.

However, perhaps because the other party was once the Asura God was dressed in full armor, the Evil Gods present stared wide-eyed one after another, their Adam's apples bobbing up and down, swallowing hard, and an absurd thought popped into their minds at the same time.

Could it be that Asura God is... seducing me?

However, the moment that thought popped into their heads, they ruthlessly suppressed it.

Don't be ridiculous, that's impossible, absolutely impossible.

Although their minds were occasionally not quite clear, they remembered every beating they had endured.

Asura God doesn't need to seduce anyone.

Based on their deep understanding of this god, if he truly desired any Evil God, he wouldn't resort to any coy tactics. He'd probably just show up at their door with a gun, pin them against the wall, and declare, "You belong to the This Venerable one," and that would be the end of it.

Anyone capable of such a thing, and with such audacity, could tell who was behind it even with their eyes closed.

The Evil Gods present understood each other implicitly. They glanced around and quickly spotted the God of Desire in a prime vantage point with the best view.

The other person was also dressed smartly today, with a robe made of a more luxurious material than usual, and the color scheme was bolder.

The only unusual mark was the handprint on her face, a deep red with a hint of purple, and the edges still faintly showed long, slender finger marks.

The Evil God gods glanced at the handprint and then at the Asura God's attire, which was clearly not something they had chosen, and they understood.

Just as I expected.

As expected of the God of Desire, he is true to his own desires, even though every time he charges forward, he is slapped back by the Asura God.

We can't match their perseverance next time.

Hopefully, the God of Desire will be more helpful in the future and bestow more benefits.

The Evil God gods prayed silently in their hearts.

Just then, another figure landed beside the God of Desire.

The God of Lies was also dressed in an exquisite Robe today, with a handprint on his left cheek that was highly symmetrical to that of the God of Desire.

His lie came true, but this slap mark is the price he paid.

"Desire, this collaboration went quite well."

"Really."

The God of Desire nodded, his gaze never leaving the red and white figure in the sky.

These two Evil Gods usually sabotage each other, sabotage each other, and trip each other up. They would never hesitate to trick the other if they could. However, on the matter of the Asura God, they were surprisingly united in their stance and attitude.

The God of Desire naturally thought:

How could the Asura God's amazing physique be hidden by those clothes?

The God of Lies casually swept his gaze across a certain spot among the Evil Gods, a meaningful smile curving his lips.

Today was quite lively.

Wuma Xiu stood with his hands behind his back in the void, his white hair flying, his scarlet eyes sweeping down and locking onto Feng Linglang, who stood alone in the center of the arena.

At the same time.

In Wuma Xiu's mind, the system began to jump around.

[Host, I didn't expect it to be them. No wonder a mere newly ascended Evil God dared to challenge you; it turns out their confidence comes from that Godhood System.]

As the system spoke, it rubbed its hands together, eager to jump out and dismantle the opposing system right then and there.

Pah! What kind of Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to keep you as a mistress?

Once its own host defeats them, it will trample that Godhood System under its feet.

"This Venerable don't even want to bother with such trash."

Wuma Xiu looked at Feng Linglang with disdain; he simply couldn't understand it.

How dare you declare war on such a weakling?

Who gave you the courage?

Is that the system that later even his system couldn't win an argument with?

Feng Linglang looked up at the figure standing in mid-air.

Aside from his frost-white hair and blood-red eyes, judging by his appearance alone, he really thought the other party was someone from the side of the Righteous Gods.

Too upright.

His entire body lacked the twisted appearance typical of Evil Gods; instead, he exuded an aura of solemnity.

That's so deceptive.

However, the Killing Intent emanating from the other party was undeniable. Even from such a distance, the Killing Intent pressed down heavily as if it were a tangible substance, as if a knife was already pressed against her throat, causing Feng Linglang to instinctively feel a chill run through her body.

[System, something feels off.]

Feng Linglang looked up at the figure, her face showing an arrogant and composed demeanor, but her hands behind her back had unconsciously clenched into fists.

If this oppressive feeling that sent chills down his spine simply from standing before him was only a fraction of the power of the legendary Asura God, then just how powerful must the Asura God have been at his peak?

The Godhood System is also panicking at this moment.

On its data panel, the bar representing the upper limit of the Asura God's strength was flashing wildly.

The numbers skyrocketed, eventually stopping at a terrifying value that even it had to glance at before reading.

The level of its power was so high that it surpassed the values of any of its previous hosts who had reached the pinnacle of divine life after becoming gods, and not just by a significant margin.

[Holy crap, host, something's wrong!]

This startled the Godhood System, causing it to blurt out profanities.

Feng Linglang was panicking when suddenly her pupils contracted.

The Long Sword in the opponent's hand was casually thrown, its blade slicing through the air.

Feng Linglang reacted extremely quickly, dodging to the side.

Almost simultaneously, the Long Sword grazed past his robes and, with a clang, plunged deep into the spot where he had just stood, the blade disappearing into the ground, leaving only the hilt sticking out.

The surrounding ground was shaken open, creating a spiderweb-like network of cracks.

Wuma Xiu landed on the sword hilt, placed one foot on the top of the hilt, and rotated his wrist.

That last throw felt off.

Too light, too floaty.

As expected, the Spear accompanied him through all those Evil Gods back then was still the most effective.

"Come over."

Wuma Xiu raised his hand and uttered two words.

Feng Linglang frowned, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes.

Is someone calling him?

Why do you want to call him over?

Could it be that you want to slap the God of Desire up close, just like you would slap him?

What a joke! Feng Linglang isn't some masochist; why would he obediently offer himself up to be slapped?

However, the next second, he realized that those two words were not meant for him.

A sharp, piercing sound cut through the air, growing louder as it approached.

The Evil Gods present looked in the direction of the sound.

This sight was enough to make my legs go weak on the spot.

A streak of pitch-black Flowing Light tore through the sky.

The gun's body was entirely black, its Spear Tip gleaming with a chilling light, as it hurtled through the air with immense force.

Isn't that the rod...?

That Spear that used to be driven into their bodies every day?!

Countless Evil Gods ' shoulders, thighs... have been pierced by this spear. Just recalling the pain makes one feel a dull ache in their bones.

Like a black dragon returning to its nest, the Spear streaked across the sky and landed in Wuma Xiu's raised palm. The moment the spear touched his hand, a loud gunshot rang out, like a long- Reunion beast finally returning to its master's side.

Wuma Xiu gripped the gun barrel tightly, the familiar sensation traveling up from his palm.

He squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

This feels right.

But why does this gun smell so mixed?