If You Don't Court Death, You Won't Die
Wuma Xiu charged forward with his spear, his speed like a streak of Sapphire Blue lightning in the inky darkness of the surrounding night.
Where the Spear Tip passed, the darkness cast by the Night God was torn open. The Sapphire Blue Divine Power burned away the thick darkness like a raging fire.
Divine Power surged from the Night God's body, transforming into countless jet-black chains that coiled around Wuma Xiu from all directions.
Night God didn't want to fight Wuma Xiu to the death; he only wanted to trap him for a moment so that he could have a chance to break into the temple and find the Moon.
Once found, take the person away.
However, Wuma Xiu would not give him that chance. He twirled the Spear in his hand, and the spearhead swept horizontally. The Sapphire Blue divine Divine Power spread outwards, and the black chains shattered inch by inch the moment they touched the blue light, without causing him any hindrance.
"Is that all you've got? Not enough. If you can't defend against this, you're dead."
Wuma Xiu let out a wild laugh, stomped his foot, and smashed through layers of darkness like a meteor, heading straight for Night God's face. His Spear, carrying immense force, thrust towards Night God's chest.
In the rush, the Night God only had time to conjure a black shield to block in front of him.
The instant Wuma Xiu's Spear Tip struck the shield, the Sapphire Blue Divine Power and the pitch-black light collided violently, and the resulting shockwave swept away the clouds for hundreds of miles around.
The black shield cracked.
Night God was sent flying backward, his golden Divine Blood scattering across the sky.
Before he could regain his footing, Wuma Xiu was already in front of him, his Spear raised high, the Sapphire Blue Divine Power on the spear shaft condensing into a Spear Ray tens of feet long, which pierced towards the head of the Night God.
Night God looked up at the descending Sapphire Blue Spear Ray, his pupils reflecting the cold, violent light deep within.
This was the first time he had directly faced the Killing Intent of the Asura God.
This also explains why, for so many years, even the Godslayer couldn't do anything to his opponent. Moreover, this doesn't even seem to be the opponent going all out; at most, he was just getting really angry.
It seems I won't be able to leave today.
The moment this thought flashed through his mind, Night God pursed his lips. Darkness was his best refuge; as long as there was even a sliver of darkness, he could vanish without a trace.
But Yue was still in that temple. He didn't know Yue's situation—whether she was imprisoned, injured, or something else.
He couldn't leave until he had personally confirmed that Yue was safe and sound.
Night God's mind involuntarily flashed back to scenes from his past with Moon God.
Their first meeting under the moonlight, those quiet nights in the Moon God's Temple, the moon's slightly lowered eyelashes as she accepted the tea he offered...
These images flashed by like a revolving lantern, finally settling on Yue's cool yet gentle eyes.
The Divine Power emanating from the Night God suddenly surged.
He had never experienced a real life-or-death battle. Compared to a demon like Wuma Xiu, who had fought his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, his combat experience was laughably shallow.
But how much darkness there is in this world!
Every corner untouched by lamplight, every patch of land swallowed by shadow, every moonless night...
These are all sources of his power.
As long as darkness remains, he will not fall.
Wuma Xiu originally only intended to give the Night God a casual beating, teach him a lesson for daring to run wild on his turf, beat him until he behaved, and then throw him out and be done with it.
But as the fight went on, he sensed a change in his opponent's aura. Divine Power was continuously flowing into the Night God's body, making his opponent stronger and more resilient with each defeat.
--That's interesting.
The raging anger that had been surging in Wuma Xiu's crimson eyes quietly subsided, replaced by a surge of fighting spirit.
Although the Night God in front of him clearly lacked combat experience and his moves were not particularly refined, his fierce determination to protect something at all costs gave him a slight urge to have a serious fight.
The God of Desire's heterochromatic eyes gleamed in the darkness.
He stuck out his tongue and licked his slightly dry lips, his Adam's apple bobbing.
Only at times like this, when the Asura God is ignited by battle, will that pure fighting spirit overflow from his body like a raging fire.
That fragrance smells wonderful.
It was purer, more intense, and more addictive than any desire the God of Desire had ever smelled.
He cautiously looked around.
Asura God is currently engaged in battle with the Night God. The Sapphire Blue Spear Ray and the pitch-black dark light collide in the air, and the bursts of air waves overlap, clearly indicating that they have reached the height of their fighting.
He only took a small bite; Asura God is in high spirits right now, he probably won't notice.
The God of Desire quietly reached out, his fingertips flicking in the air, and a wisp of Sapphire Blue energy was separated from the burning fighting spirit.
He quickly stuffed that wisp of desire into his mouth, a satisfied gleam flashing in his heterochromatic eyes.
The God of Lies stood behind the God of Desire and spoke softly:
"Desire, did you enjoy the food?"
At times like these, the God of Lies would wish he could just bury the God of Desire's satiated face in the ground.
Otherwise, I'll just take out a Spiked Club and give it a good whack.
An enigmatic glint flashed in the eyes of the God of Lies.
Upon hearing this, the God of Desire turned to the side.
He raised his hand, his fingertips tracing along his lower lip, from the corner of his lips all the way to the cupid's bow.
"Oh, who is it? It's our God of Lies. In view of our 'friendly and harmonious' relationship over the years, I'll tell you for free."
The God of Desire spoke, his voice a satiated hoarseness, his tongue curling at the end of the last syllable, as if savoring some lingering taste.
"Awesome, so awesome!"
He lifted his eyelids, his gaze sweeping over the God of Lies, a smile both beautiful and alluring playing on his lips.
Seeing that the other party remained silent, the God of Desire spoke again:
"I know you envy my lies. But you'll still envy them. After all, it's something you're born with, and I can't give it to you."
"Bang!"
The God of Lies pulled out a Spiked Club from behind him and swung it down at the God of Desire.
The God of Desire's heterochromatic eyes hadn't even had time to switch from smugness to astonishment.
The god collapsed limply, and the crooked little crown on his head rolled to the ground, clattering and tumbling several times before finally stopping.
The God of Lies still held the Spiked Club in his hand, looked down at the unconscious God of Desire on the ground, and kicked the other's side with his toe to confirm that he had really passed out.
He then let out a cold snort from his nose.
Having spent so much time with this guy, he had long since figured out his perception habits: when stealing food, he was completely focused, and after finishing, he became so smug that his defenses were many times lower than usual.
He has plenty of ways to avoid that perception.
The God of Lies casually put away the Spiked Club and said:
"So, if you're going to be a god, you'd better not be too cheeky, or you'll easily get revenge."
After saying that, he turned around, tilted his head back with amusement, and continued to watch the fierce battle in the sky, a mix of Sapphire Blue and pitch black.
At that moment, Night God was once again swept away by Wuma Xiu's spear.
He tried to struggle to get up, but Wuma Xiu didn't give him the chance. He stepped on his chest, pinning him to the ground, and the Spear Tip of his Spear, wreathed in a chilling Sapphire Blue light, was about to pierce his heart.