Beating the Dead Again

He is the Godslayer, renowned among the Righteous Gods, and none dare to underestimate him among the Evil Gods.

Logically, he should be a highly noticeable figure no matter which side he goes to. Unfortunately, right now, neither the Righteous Gods nor the Evil God gods pay him any attention.

The Godslayer raised his hand and touched the long silver earring on the side of his ear.

He didn't wear such things before, but after seeing the jade earring on the Asura God's ear last time, he suddenly had a fleeting thought about it.

Actually, this thing made him uncomfortable.

His swaying gait while walking can interfere with his senses during combat, and the clanging noises he makes can easily reveal his location.

The Godslayer mentally listed all the flaws of this thing, but never actually removed it.

Perhaps the other person was wearing it, and there were other reasons he didn't know that made him feel it was worthwhile to wear it again.

For example, increasing the difficulty for yourself?

The Godslayer was lost in thought when he unknowingly drifted off into a daze.

This was a major taboo for him.

The Godslayer suddenly snapped back to his senses, warily scanning his surroundings, only to discover that the two groups of gods hadn't even noticed his presence.

This scene confirmed one thing for the Godslayer once again:

He really shouldn't have come today.

What are you doing here? Cutting at the air?

Besides this, there was another reason why the Godslayer felt he shouldn't have come.

The Godslayer frowned as he looked at the three gods, including the Asura God.

Seeing the sycophantic behavior of the God of Lies and the God of Desire, the Godslayer admitted he couldn't bear to look.

The God of Desire and the Evil God of God of Lies were notoriously difficult to deal with during the Age of Age of the Gods. They stirred up trouble, spread rumors, were cunning and greedy, and were only interested in profit. Countless Gods had fallen at their hands.

But who can tell him what these two shady-looking people in front of him are all about?

However, he had seen these two gods in this form before.

For him now, it's not something that's hard to accept.

On the contrary, it's over there.

The Godslayer's gaze fell upon the Night God.

Who can tell him who this guy, so meek and submissive before the Moon God goddess like a nightjar whose feathers have been stroked, really is?

In his memory, Night God, though taciturn, was definitely not like this.

The other party controls the night, is cold and aloof, and has the final say.

But the man before her, blushing, nodded repeatedly, agreeing to everything the Moon God said; where was the slightest trace of his coldness?

Moreover, just moments ago he was fighting Wuma Xiu with unwavering resolve, but now his face is flushed, and he looks...

Well, to put it simply, it's soft and mushy.

The Godslayer said he couldn't bear to watch anymore.

The crimson rhombus mark between his brows glowed, and a hint of Killing Intent emanated from his body.

I can't take it anymore, I really can't take it anymore.

Wuma Xiu was even more intolerant than the Godslayer.

He picked up the God of Lies who was clinging to his leg and howling incessantly, tossed him into the arms of the God of Desire, and said:

"You need to appease him."

The God of Desire caught the God of Lies; their eyes met, and he curved his lips into a smile, saying:

"Yes, Your Majesty, Asura God."

As he responded, he freed one hand and tapped the back of the God of Lies' neck.

Hitting someone in the stomach is considered an essential skill for these Evil Gods.

After all, you'll always encounter people you can't beat, and in those moments, it's time to resort to underhanded tactics.

The God of Lies knocked on his door, and now he knocks back—a fair exchange, just as fair.

Seeing that the God of Lies had fainted, the God of Desire's smile became even more sincere.

After throwing the other person out of his arms, he activated his Divine Power to purify every inch of his skin that had just come into contact with the God of Lies, from his fingertips to his arms, not even sparing the places where his robes had touched.

"Alright, now this is a true reconciliation."

While lying is the Divine Office of the God of Lies, it does not belong solely to the other party.

The God of Desire looked at the God of Lies, whom he had casually tossed down, whose head had "coincidentally" hit a protruding rock, leaving a large bump, and smiled with satisfaction.

Without Divine Power protection, being thrown from a great height, there would be protrusions at the point of impact.

With three buffs stacked up, it's perfectly reasonable to have a big bump on your head.

Right?

"Godslayer, what brings you to This Venerable Asura God's Temple today? Do you intend to challenge This Venerable to a fight?"

A blazing flame suddenly ignited in Wuma Xiu's scarlet eyes.

Perfect timing, I didn't get enough of a fight with Night God earlier.

Although Night God is tough, he lacks combat experience, making him seem like a moving punching bag.

The Godslayer was different; this god, with whom he had fought countless battles, gave him a thoroughly enjoyable experience in every single one.

The Godslayer's gaze involuntarily drifted downwards for a moment.

It took only about 0.001 seconds.

Then, he quickly moved back to the other person's face.

"No."

"By the way, didn't I tell you to wear more clothes last time? Why are you dressed even more... thinner than last time?"

The Godslayer was well aware of his current fighting strength. If he were to fight the current Asura God, he would likely be unable to withstand the attack because he couldn't keep up with his opponent's movements.

More importantly, he was afraid that if he lost, the Asura God would never challenge him again.

After all, the other party is only interested in the strong.

Wuma Xiu glanced down at his clothes, not seeing anything wrong with them, and casually remarked:

"The God of Desire has been acting strangely lately, pestering This Venerable to change clothes every day. This Venerable annoying, so I changed. Is there a problem?"

The Godslayer shook his head. "No problem."

But his gaze lingered for a moment on the other person's collar.

Then she pulled herself back and began to silently recite the Mind-Cleansing Mantra she had found with the Love God.

The problem is no problem.

But he and the Asura God in his current state are completely incompatible.

Wuma Xiu sized up the Godslayer, his gaze sliding from the black beaded necklace around the man's neck to the long silver pendant on his earlobe, finally settling on the slightly open collar, and said:

"You say I'm dressed This Venerable, but aren't you dressed the same way?"

"Also, This Venerable don't remember you ever wearing these kinds of accessories before."

The Godslayer froze for a moment when he was swept away by that one glance.

He just wanted to make a change, but he didn't expect the other party to notice it immediately.

But how should we answer this question?

The Godslayer couldn't figure it out.

So, he once again unleashed his magic weapon.

--The technique of changing the subject.

"I heard that you wiped out the Earth Demon Clan again recently?" the Godslayer asked.

"Earth Demon Clan?"

Wuma Xiu raised an eyebrow and nodded in realization.

"So those weaklings were called the Earth Demon Clan. Yes, I wiped This Venerable out; I was in a bad mood at the time."

He admitted it readily.

He's done it, and he doesn't bother to hide it. If you can't stand it, come find him and have some fun.

Moreover, the blame lies with the Earth Demon Clan, who were too weak to even withstand a single sword strike from him.

The Earth Demon Clan, far away on their way to the Underworld, all sneezed.

Waaah, back when they bullied the weak, they said, "Blame it on your weakness," and now that boomerang has finally stabbed back at them.

Also, they're already dead, can we please stop taking them out and repeatedly desecrating their corpses?