I Was Wrong Yet Again-!

As everyone knows, the Asura God is an extremely powerful Gods.

Any god who knows his name, whether Righteous God or Evil God, might describe him as "cruel," "powerful," "tyrannical," "decisive in killing," and "arrogant"...

But no one ever used the word "forgiveness" to describe him.

After all, in their eyes, using "tolerance" is as absurd as using "weakness" to describe the strength of the Asura God.

In their minds, the word "tolerance" is a distance that is roughly equivalent to Asura God —no, an immeasurable distance, spanning countless Universes.

In conclusion: The Asura God is inherently incompatible with these two words.

"Tolerant?"

Wuma Xiu pronounced the two words in an extremely strange tone.

This is the first time someone has used such a term to describe him.

Bai Zhuyu straightened up, and the coldness that had always clung to him melted considerably when he faced the Asura God.

"Yes. You are the most forgiving Gods I have ever met."

"Ha, you've only ever seen This Venerable, the only god, haven't you?"

Wuma Xiu sneered, and another Long Sword appeared in his hand.

He casually swung the Long Sword backward, and the sword light, like a bolt of lightning traversing the heavens and earth, cleanly severed the clouds in the sky from the middle, leaving a straight cut as sharp as a knife.

The sword light continued its relentless advance, flying out of the Desolate Planet's atmosphere and striking a distant, unfortunate planet, cleaving it in two before finally dissipating into the Starry Sky, satisfied.

Wuma Xiu sheathed his sword and said casually:

"This Venerable indeed very powerful, there is no doubt about that."

"But This Venerable not lenient at all. If you think that This Venerable not killing you is leniency, then This Venerable tell you, This Venerable simply disdain to bother with trash and weaklings."

"Now, do you still think This Venerable tolerant?"

After asking his question, Wuma Xiu found that the other person seemed even stranger.

He had a bad feeling.

Bai Zhuyu pinched the knuckle of her index finger with her right thumb.

A rare smile appeared on that face that was usually covered in frost.

If Yang Zhi, who had been exploited by him for seven years, were to see this, she would probably think she had seen a ghost.

--I've never seen anything like it before; the iceberg actually smiled.

Yang Zhi had worked under Bai Zhuyu for seven years, and had seen this marshal very few times. The number of times the marshal smiled could be counted on one hand, and each time it was related to the Gods he worshipped.

"Yes, I still think you are very tolerant."

Wuma Xiu stared at him for a moment and realized that this man was not lying, nor was he flattering or being hypocritical; he genuinely believed it from the bottom of his heart.

He made a judgment about this person in his heart:

Perhaps he met a fool today. And rightly so, only a fool would believe in him.

Wuma Xiu then sensed the extent to which Human Race worshipped him, and then fell silent.

--Okay, this is still a lone seedling, but it's not very smart yet.

For a moment, Wuma Xiu really didn't know how to deal with this stubborn, lone believer who couldn't be driven away.

--Never mind, just leave it to them.

Delegating tasks that one is not good at to others is a common practice for the Asura God.

Wuma Xiu waved his hand, and Bai Zhuyu, along with his spaceship, disappeared from the spot and appeared beside Mo and the others, who had just named the planet "Asura Star" and were busily building their home.

For a moment, Bai Zhuyu and Mo Da stared at each other.

Both sides are on high alert.

The Spear pulled itself out of the spaceship, its shaft vibrating violently and emitting a piercing scream.

Spear: "Ah--Master, how could you forget me!"

However, it was precisely because of the Spear that Mo and the other Asura Clan softened their attitude towards Bai Zhuyu considerably.

Once they made contact and revealed their identities, they discovered that the other party was actually a follower of the Asura God.

One was a devout believer of their Creation Lord, and the other was the Creation they themselves believed in.

Suddenly, their initial positive feelings towards each other increased significantly.

As for what would happen to Bai Zhuyu and Mo next, Wuma Xiu didn't care. He looked down at the mountain of bruised and battered Evil Gods below and felt a surge of displeasure.

So Wuma Xiu beat them up again.

Finally, he forced all the Evil Gods present to swear an oath never to watch such nonsense again.

After dealing with everything, Wuma Xiu returned to the Asura God's Temple in a good mood.

Six days had passed since he last left, and he believed that Su Qingci, the God of Desire, and the God of Lies had all deeply reflected on their actions during those six days.

Inside the Asura God's Temple

As soon as Wuma Xiu returned, he sensed that something was amiss. He instantly appeared at the highest point of the Asura God's Temple and saw three figures standing very close together.

"Yes, yes, that's exactly the feeling."

From afar came the excited voice of the God of Desire, his heterochromatic eyes flashing with fanaticism, a small notebook in his hand rapidly flipping through, and his other hand covering his nose, which was gushing blood.

"Just know how powerful I am. Want an autograph? I can give you one for free."

Su Qingci sat on the Sofa with her legs crossed, twirling a pen in her hand, her icy blue eyes filled with smugness.

He handed the two booklets he had just finished writing to the God of Desire and the God of Lies, one for each of them.

"Here, this is yours. And you, we haven't settled the score from last time. If you dare to lie to me again, I'll write a CP story between you and the God of Desire, the most cheesy and melodramatic kind. And not only will I write it, I'll make the entire Interstellar ship you two, and I'll disgust you to death."

"Can."

The God of Lies accepted the notebook with a rather reserved air, yet the notebook turned its pages at a speed no slower than that of the God of Desire.

The two gods were completely mesmerized.

Wuma Xiu raised his hand, instinctively wanting to stab these three unrepentant bastards to death with his Spear.

But then he suddenly remembered that the Spear was still on that spaceship, and it should be on the neighboring Asura Star now.

Because of this brief pause, he calmed down a little.

Wuma Xiu instantly appeared beside the unified two gods, his voice echoing softly:

Is it pretty?

Su Qingci up and saw her host's icy face. She immediately put away the Sofa, knelt down with a thud, raised her hands high, and said:

"Host, I've made a mistake yet again--!"

The God of Desire and God of Lies, engrossed in their notebooks, hadn't yet realized what was happening. They nodded subconsciously and blurted out:

"Yes, it's beautiful, very beautiful. But next time, could I have a turn...?"

At this point, the God of Desire and the God of Lies suddenly realized that something was amiss.

That voice sounds remarkably like their Asura God.

The rapidly turning pages of the book suddenly stopped.