Three-Seven Split

As the long-sealed highest authority was unlocked, a powerful, almost violent Divine Power erupted from Feng Linglang's body, sweeping outwards from him in all directions.

In that instant, Feng Linglang's divine Divine Power surged more than a hundredfold. His eyes were Divine Power with an almost blazing white divine light, and his entire aura soared, making him a completely different person from before.

This scene came so suddenly that the Evil Gods present all stared wide-eyed, and several of them subconsciously took a half step back.

They never expected that this seemingly arrogant newcomer would actually have such a hidden skill.

Their Divine Power increased a hundredfold; they had never heard of any way to achieve this.

In an instant, the previously confident attitude of watching the show was somewhat shaken, and a low murmur arose among the Evil Gods.

The Evil God with three pairs of curved horns frowned, his tone full of confusion:

"How did he do that? His Divine Power increased a hundredfold."

The Evil God shrouded in a green cloak shook his head, his gaze beneath the hood fixed on the figure whose aura had suddenly surged in the center of the arena.

"I don't know. But I think he's a bit strange."

He raised a withered hand, pointed in Feng Linglang's direction, and said:

"The Gods Divine Office has always been unique. The Evil God holds Disaster and Fear, and he is the God of Fear and Despair. The Authority of fear should already belong to the Evil God, especially since the Evil God is still alive. So, the question arises: how did he obtain it?"

"Could it be that he has usurped the Authority of the Evil God?"

One of the Evil Gods whispered a guess.

"That's not right either," the Evil God beside him immediately retorted. "With the temper of Evil God, if he knew someone was stealing his Authority, wouldn't he rush over and tear the person to pieces the moment he found out? Would he have let this kid live and kick the whole day?"

The Evil Gods whispered among themselves, and the more they discussed it, the stranger it seemed.

This newly ascended Evil God is illogical in every way.

The group of Evil Gods became increasingly puzzled, their brows furrowing in confusion.

"This isn't Theology at all--"

After discussing it for a long time, no one could come to a conclusion.

Just then, an Evil God with wings on his back and a giant hammer in each hand suddenly spoke loudly, his booming voice drowning out all the whispers:

"Speaking of which, we're all Evil Gods now, why are we still worrying about these trivial things? Why don't we just wait for Asura God to pin him down with his spear and interrogate him directly?"

The room fell silent upon hearing this.

The Evil Gods looked at each other, and after a moment, they all showed expressions of sudden realization and relief.

Oh right, I almost forgot, they are Evil Gods.

When do Evil Gods need to reason or find reasons for their actions?

If you're unhappy, just do it!

Powerful strength often leads to arrogance.

At this moment, Feng Linglang felt the Divine Power within her body surge a hundredfold, and her confidence soared like a wild horse.

With a flick of his wrist, a long sword appeared out of thin air in his palm.

The blade was wreathed in a dense Divine Power of fear and despair, its dark purple light flickering erratically, making the smile on his face appear somewhat manic.

"Today, I'm going to..."

Before he could finish speaking, Feng Linglang suddenly felt something rubbing against his body.

Feng Linglang's voice stopped abruptly as she looked closely.

Wuma Xiu stood beside him, wiping his body with Spear.

Feng Linglang's face turned extremely ugly in an instant.

However, at this moment, he wasn't angry about the other person's behavior, but rather about when and how the other person had approached.

His Divine Power has now increased a hundredfold, and his perception can easily cover the entire planet. Yet, when the other person touched him and wiped his clothes for a long time, he didn't notice it at first.

How is that possible?

Wuma Xiu wiped the gun for a while, then stopped to look at it, his brow furrowing slightly.

He pursed his lips.

The Spear wasn't clean; it was even dirtier.

The God of Lies knew this about him all too well. He watched from afar as the Asura God subtly pursed his lips, and his eyelids twitched.

Oops, something's wrong! Asura God is angry.

The God of Lies had already sentenced Feng Linglang to death in his heart.

In his view, anyone who angers the Asura God, no matter who they are, deserves to die.

"So handsome!"

Suddenly, the God of Lies heard this from the side. He turned around and saw the God of Desire covering his face with his hands, but his ten fingers were spread out like a peacock's tail.

Those heterochromatic eyes, one amber gold and the other mercury blue, gleamed through his fingers, the infatuation in his eyes brighter than the Gemstone on the little crown on his head.

"The Asura God's expression is so cool. I'm bursting with inspiration right now, I'll make the new clothes as soon as I get back."

After seeing the effect of the Asura God wearing the clothes he made, the God of Desire could no longer contain himself.

"When we get back, let's make a hundred of them first."

He truly is God of Desire, faithful to his own desires.

However, if they were to make the Asura God wear these clothes, he would probably get a severe beating.

The God of Lies nodded silently in his heart.

He decided not to cause trouble for the God of Desire was making clothes for the Asura God.

"Forget it, I'll wipe it myself after I kill you."

Wuma Xiu picked up his Spear and thrust it forward.

The jet -Pitch-Black Spear, carrying immense force, Feng Linglang squarely in Spear Tip shoulder, the tremendous power sending Feng Linglang flying, spear and all.

Feng Linglang's body transformed into a shooting star, smashing through hundreds of mountain peaks in its path.

The rubble collapsed like rain, stretching for thousands of miles, and finally, with a loud "boom," it was pinned to the rock face of a solitary peak.

The entire mountain trembled violently several times before barely stabilizing, and the rock face was covered with dense, cracked lines.

Fortunately, the audience present were like gods; to them, this distance was no more than the difference between a meter and a hundred meters.

Some people, feeling they couldn't see clearly enough, used their Divine Power to cover their eyes, instantly zooming the image in to within arm's reach.

--Tsk tsk, nailed really securely.

Feng Linglang felt an excruciating pain in her shoulder.

Since binding with the system and embarking on the path to godhood, he had been riding high and invincible. This was the first time he had ever been truly injured. He gritted his teeth and tried to pull out the Spear that was piercing his shoulder, but no matter how hard he tried, it was like an ant trying to shake a tree; the Spear didn't budge an inch.

How is that possible? Why couldn't he resist at all?

[System, didn't you say my win rate against him was Three-Seven Split?]

The Godhood System was also in a panic.

Its calculation logic is clearly correct; the win-loss ratio is indeed Three-Seven Split.

But the scene before him showed that the host hadn't even withstood a single bullet before being pinned to the mountain; it didn't look like Three-Seven Split at all.

Where exactly did we make a mistake in the calculation?

The Godhood System's ten fingers frantically tapped on the virtual panel, retrieving data, remodeling, and recalculating.

A moment later, a familiar result popped up, still displaying three large characters:

Three-Seven Split.

The Godhood System was furious and slapped the words "[Three-Seven Split]" on it.

Unexpectedly, upon hitting it, a second-level pop-up window that it had never seen before suddenly appeared on the panel.

There was a line of small print written on it.

[Three-Seven Split: The opponent kills you seven times in three seconds.]

The Godhood System paused for a moment.

If it were a person, it would probably have coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed on its back right now.

What a perfect Three-Seven Split!