The God of Lies' Surprise?

The ink is somewhat fragmented.

He lay on his back on the ground, with the blue sky above him, a throbbing bump on his forehead, and his mind completely blank.

How did he manage to lift him up?

It seemed like she just rushed forward naturally? Or perhaps someone pushed her from behind?

Forget it, there's no point in dwelling on this now.

Mo got up from the ground and touched his forehead.

It hurts, it hurts so much.

It was just a casual flick of the finger.

However, in that instant, Mo really thought his head was going to split open like a watermelon that had been smashed on the ground.

Wuma Xiu has no interest in the weak.

Especially for someone as weak as him, there's absolutely no interest to be had; one can only pick the tallest among the shortest of the Asura Clan.

Wuma Xiu reached out and grabbed Mo by the back of his collar, lifting him into the air, his scarlet eyes scrutinizing him.

"Not very tall, but quite bold. Tell me, how do you want to die?"

Mo was held in mid-air, the red mark on his forehead still throbbing, as he met those blood-red pupils so close to his face.

He couldn't utter a single word.

Wuma Xiu waited a moment, then grabbed the back of his collar and shook it repeatedly.

Seeing that the other party remained silent, he lost his last bit of patience and casually tossed the ink aside.

"This Venerable don't have time to play house with you. If you try to stop me again, you'll all die."

After Wuma Xiu finished speaking, his figure disappeared completely.

Mo and the others stared blankly in the direction where the figure had disappeared, remaining silent for a long time.

A group of the Asura Clan began to weep bitterly.

"Waaaaah, Clan Leader, how can the Creation Lord be so cool!"

"Clan Leader, how is he so strong? That shot made my forehead ache even from a distance!"

"Clan Leader, you were so brave just now!"

"Oh, you're asking why I hugged him too? Wasn't it supposed to be an instant join when the group started?"

"Clan Leader, just now the Creation Lord lifted you up like a chick. Indeed, Clan Leader, you are still too..."

"Bang--!"

Before the words were even finished, the Asura Clan spoke them had already transformed into a shooting star, once again enjoying the gentle caress of the breeze high in the sky.

Mo lowered his fist.

At this moment, even he felt that these tribesmen were far too audacious.

Wuma Xiu left the planet where the Asura Clan lived and appeared in the void outside the planet.

My ears can finally get some peace and quiet.

But the sudden silence made him feel somewhat uneasy at first.

However, this feeling of not being used to it is only temporary.

Wuma Xiu quickly put the minor discomfort behind him. He frowned and glanced at the Sun.

What's wrong with that Sun God again?

Wuma Xiu didn't take the Sun's unusual movements to heart.

After all, the other party goes crazy every now and then.

As for the reason?

It was so childish that he wanted to use Spear to bring the other person to their senses.

Meanwhile, inside Wuma Xiu's body, in the small space where the weapons were kept.

The Spear hovered in front of a pile of weapons, its shaft standing straight, sparks crackling from its Spear Tip, radiating Sapphire Blue Divine Power, giving the impression of a leader giving a sermon.

Spear: I'm telling you, you're not allowed to steal my master, or I'll stab you to death, do you hear me!

Standing before it were a group of reserve weapons with rather low intelligence. The Long Sword's hilt was askew, the Scimitar's tip was curled as if dozing, and the Heavy Halberd stood ramrod straight, but judging from its sluggish spiritual energy fluctuations, it clearly hadn't understood much either...

The others were even dumber, blah blah blah, unable to even speak clearly.

However, they knew that the fierce-looking black stick in front of them was the boss, the weapon that the god liked to use most.

So they shook their heads and rattled for a while in response.

The Spear gave a satisfied hum.

Over the past month, because its underlings have been sent out to train, the time it spends with its owner has been greatly reduced.

It used to be the only thing its owner owned, and he took it everywhere. Now, however, the owner uses a sword one minute and a knife the next, and it gets "favored" only a handful of times.

To prevent one of its foolish underlings from taking the opportunity to rise to power and replace its most beloved weapon.

It needs to be addressed sooner rather than later.

The God of Lies whistled as he strolled along the corridor of the Asura God's Temple in high spirits. He hadn't seen the Asura God for a month, but that didn't dampen his spirits.

On the contrary, it was precisely because Asura God was absent that he had ample time to meticulously prepare this surprise.

He believed that the Asura God would be pleased when he returned and saw this.

Even if they don't show it, they must be happy inside.

God of Lies thought this, his curved eyebrows and eyes smiled even more deeply, and even the scarlet "Xiu" character at the corner of his eye seemed particularly pleased.

The God of Desire yawned, a few tears welling in his eyes. He leaned lazily against a pillar, watching the God of Lies's smug expression, and said:

"If I lie, aren't you afraid those two guys will fight you to the death?"

The God of Desire stated that he usually just appears to be a little crazy.

He was only willing to do anything for Asura God, but he didn't expect the person next to him to be even crazier than him.

"A fight to the death?"

The God of Lies stopped and turned around, a meaningful smile blooming on his gentle and harmless face.

"When have we ever not been like this with them?"

"Besides, I'm not just inviting them over as guests; the Water God himself invited them. What business is it of mine?"

During this month, the God of Lies went to the Water God Temple, spent some time talking to a Gods with questionable intelligence, and persuaded him to do a very, very small thing for him.

Whether this matter would anger the other two Gods was beyond his consideration.

Besides, even if they really came knocking, so what? Could they possibly defeat Asura God?

The God of Desire glanced towards the Main Hall of the Asura God, then looked down at the back of his pale hand, his tone carrying a hint of languid complaint:

"Could you choose a different one next time? The sunlight is too bright; it's bad for my skin."

"Let's talk about it next time."

The God of Lies casually made a perfunctory remark, and before he could finish speaking, everything went blurry.

Wuma Xiu appeared before the two gods, his white hair fluttering, his robes still damp with the chill of stardust.

He glanced at the two faces with their different expressions, and an ominous premonition suddenly surged up in his heart like a spark blown by the wind.

What were you talking about just now?

As he spoke, Wuma Xiu turned his head and looked towards the Main Hall.

The God of Lies stepped forward and bowed slightly.

A sincere smile bloomed on his gentle and harmless face, "Asura God, you're back. I've prepared a surprise for you."

Surprise?

Wuma Xiu looked at his own enormous Old Self.

He felt a buzzing pain in his head.

No wonder the Sun was exceptionally bright today; it was so bright that he almost couldn't resist shooting it when he was outside.

"Leave, Moon God."

The Moon God leaned back, her posture cool and composed. Upon hearing this, she merely raised her frosty eyes and glanced at the Asura God.

To other gods, the name Asura God represents an absolute and unyielding pressure that cannot be defied.

It is said that the moment the other party's cold face darkened, it was enough to make most Deities tremble in the knees.

But looking at the infamous face before her, the Moon God saw nothing to be afraid of.

"Asura God, I have been invited by the Water God to visit the Asura God's Temple."

The implication is self-evident:

Old Self, I'm a guest, hurry up and serve me.