Aren't You Going to Make Your Move?

As Wuma Xiu's foot crushed down, Feng Linglang's head, including the Divine Core inside, was crushed and turned into a wisp of Divine Power light that dissipated.

At the same time, the headless body pinned to the ground by the Spear also dissipated into light. A small object emerged from the body and flew into the distance.

Wuma Xiu glanced at it casually and ignored it.

There's even Divine Core inside its body?

However, this is just a small part; it explains why there is Authority to fear—it turns out it's because of this.

However, when did the Evil God's Divine Core shatter?

No wonder he's gotten so weak.

Wuma Xiu thought for a while, but after realizing he couldn't recall anything, he gave up trying.

The farce has come to an end.

However, before the Evil Gods present could even breathe a sigh of relief, they discovered a chilling fact.

Asura God turned his head.

Those scarlet eyes swept over every face present, their gaze carrying a familiar, lingering light.

It's a kind of dissatisfaction that comes with "just warming up and then the opponent is gone."

Cold sweat broke out on the foreheads of the Evil Gods.

That's it, Asura God must not have had enough and wants to find a few more unlucky guys to beat up.

According to past practice, whoever runs the slowest in such situations becomes the target. But in this situation, who dares to be the first to run?

What if he runs away and gets singled out and beaten? Wouldn't that be even worse?

But after breaking out in a cold sweat, the Evil Gods burst into wild laughter.

The Evil God with three pairs of curved horns on his head immediately raised his hand and said:

"Lord Asura God, would I have the honor of engaging in a duel with you?"

A long-suppressed excitement flashed in his plum blossom-shaped eyes.

It's been so long, so very long.

It's been a long time since I've experienced that feeling of being completely crushed.

The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. The three pairs of curved corners began to glow slightly, and the entire god rose from the ground, ready to receive a severe beating from the Asura God.

However, just as he was flying into the air, a foot stepped on the back of his head, stomping him down from mid-air.

It crashed back to the ground with a "boom".

"Who stepped on me?!"

He roared and raised his head, his face still covered in a layer of ash, his plum-blossom eyes filled with anger.

Who would be so foolish as to ruin his plans?

He looked up and met a pair of heterochromatic eyes that were a blend of mercury blue and amber gold.

The God of Desire stood in mid-air, gracefully retracting the foot that had just stepped on his head.

Those eyes conveyed two words.

--dislike.

"God of Calamity, you think you're worthy to be the first one up?"

The God of Calamity and the God of Desire clashed.

Wuma Xiu frowned.

But that's not enough.

Feng Linglang is too weak. The fighting spirit that was just stirred up in him has only just warmed up; he hasn't even loosened up his muscles yet.

Wuma Xiu turned around, his Spear twirling in a sharp arc in his hand, the Spear Tip pointing past the group of Evil Gods. His scarlet eyes narrowed, filled with a hint of anger at being disappointed.

"Will you come one by one, or all at once?"

Today, he had originally planned to teach these Evil Gods who were just watching the show a lesson.

--Hmph, you've all gotten so bold, daring to sit and watch him fight?

Over there, the God of Calamity god and the God of Desire were locked in a fierce battle.

The God of Desire punched the God of Calamity in the face, adding another red mark to that already God of Calamity face.

Just as the God of Calamity was about to retaliate, his ears caught the Asura God's words, "Attack together!"

Without a word, he abandoned the God of Desire, ignoring the burning pain on his face, and charged towards Wuma Xiu while covering his face.

That wretched God of Desire, the god of beating up, loves nothing more than slapping faces.

He made a mental note of this debt and would settle it later.

The Evil God gods were brutally beaten, but also quite satisfying.

One by one, they were sent flying, some embedding themselves in the mountainside, some crashing into the poisonous weeds, and some tumbling through the air more than a dozen times after being swept away by a single shot before barely managing to regain their footing...

That's incredible! Asura God is truly too powerful.

This unparalleled and extremely powerful strength was precisely why they followed the Asura God in the first place.

The God of Lies stood below, his hands tucked into his sleeves, watching with a sly smile as one Evil God after another flew away.

He won't join in the fun today.

On the one hand, he has already met his target number of beatings today.

On the other hand, he enjoyed standing there and watching the Asura God display his divine power more than being beaten up.

However, compared to these, Asura God's nemesis is indeed more troublesome.

Unfortunately, the opponent was simply too powerful.

Even if he were to incite some Gods to deal with that Godslayer, to that god, he would just be a meal on his plate.

After beating up a group of Evil Gods, Wuma Xiu released the Spear with satisfaction. The jet -Pitch-Black Spear flew into the air after leaving his hand, its shaft shimmering with Sapphire Blue Divine Power.

The various colors of Divine Blood that had stained the spear shaft during the battle dripped down its length.

One drop, two drops...

Until the last drop of blood was deflected by Divine Power.

The Spear trembled in the air, emitting a long, drawn-out hum.

Spear: Master, I'm very clean now, aren't I?

It was because it got too excited when it heard its master's call that it didn't clean itself properly and was influenced by the Asura Clan, causing its body to be filled with too much of their aura.

What are you looking at?

The God of Desire rose from the ground and walked to the God of Lies. He was among the last to be slapped away, and after enduring so many beatings over the years, he had finally gotten some benefits.

For example, he was so familiar with the moves of Lord Asura God that he could even sense the direction from which the slap would come before the other party made a move.

This is probably what they mean by "sincerity brings results."

"Me? I'm naturally looking after a guest."

The God of Lies tilted his head slightly and landed in an inconspicuous corner.

That figure had been sitting there since before the battle even began.

They really can sit still!

Given such a good opportunity, will Asura God allow them to kill their opponent?

If they kill them, then the Righteous Gods will be a much smaller threat to them.

"Guest?"

The God of Desire, bearing two perfectly symmetrical handprints, followed the gaze of the God of Lies, his heterochromatic eyes filled with curiosity.

Just then, Wuma Xiu above, holding Spear in one hand, lowered the Spear Tip and pointed it at the seated figure.

He had just finished beating up a group of Evil Gods, but showed no signs of fatigue.

"What, aren't you going to fight This Venerable yet?"

The figure raised its head and stood up.

As he stood up, the Evil Gods who had been knocked away around him belatedly realized that something was wrong.

No, how come they've never seen this Evil God before?

"Who are you?"

The Evil God closest to him had just gotten up from the ground and asked.

Before he could finish speaking, a flash of light appeared on the blade.

The Evil God's head flew off, tumbling several times in the air before he clumsily caught it and held it in his arms, his expression still showing the bewilderment he had felt when he asked the question.

Evil God: I was just asking a question, was it really necessary?