A Poisonous Little Mouth

As the most handsome weapon in the world, and the one its master was most comfortable with, the Spear flew back triumphantly to the side of the Asura God.

The gun stood ramrod straight, its Spear Tip crackling with Divine Power Sapphire Blue light.

The entire gun was covered in the words "Praise me!"

Spear: "Master, look how powerful I am!"

The Spear, busy taking credit, didn't see its owner's increasingly dark face; it was still wondering if its owner would pat it later.

The Asura God glared at the Spear that dared to come and claim credit despite its own folly, and a surge of anger rose within him.

He was furious and laughed coldly, "You want a reward?"

The Spear it considered to know best about its master, trembled.

Something about what its owner said sounds really off.

Spear's premonition was correct.

"Very well, I'll reward you This Venerable."

The Asura God flicked his finger several times across the gun.

However, this force was nothing to the battle-hardened Spear. It was an old spear that had been shattered and healed countless times by its master; this flick was nothing more than a tickle.

The Spear secretly gloated, thinking, "My master's not so good anymore!"

This force is much lighter than before!

Then, with a "bang," the Asura God kicked the Spear away.

The Spear transformed into a streak of Sapphire Blue, following in the footsteps of the Goddess of Beauty, though its Goddess of Beauty was clearly far worse.

At least the Goddess of Beauty had Flowing Cloud chasing after her to save her.

It could only fly further and further away in the Starry Sky, not even knowing which unlucky planet it would be caught by.

At this moment Spear finally realized something was wrong.

Its master's attitude towards the Spring God was visibly different, and yet it had actually chopped down a planet right in front of the Spring God!

Spear: "Master--I was wrong--"

Unfortunately, by the time it came to its senses, its wails could no longer reach the Perching Flower Star.

Little Bone was carrying that huge Scythe and working diligently.

During this period, it went out early and returned late every day, its work ethic far exceeding that of its owner, Death God.

Now he can be considered a seasoned veteran of the workforce.

Suddenly, it sensed something flying toward it at an incredibly terrifying speed in the distance.

Little Bone instinctively raised her Scythe to shield herself.

However, in the instant of contact, the overwhelming force shattered all the bones in its body into pieces.

With a crash, the snow-white skeleton scattered all over the ground, the arm bone rolling to the left and the ribs flying to the right.

Little Bone's skull spun around several times, and in its empty eye sockets, two clusters of eerie blue phosphorescent lights still flickered aimlessly.

It hadn't expected itself to be so fragile.

The Spear finally stopped, its Spear Tip pointing downwards into the center of the pile of Little Bones, the Sapphire Blue Divine Power on the spear still crackling and flashing.

It looked down at the pieces of bone floating around it.

"Ha, I thought you were something special since you weren't dodging or avoiding anything. You're only slightly better than a speed bump."

After all, speed bumps can only slow down things, but this one stopped because of the other party's obstruction.

The Spear then nudged a piece of arm bone near his foot with the butt of the spear.

"Hey, skeleton, you're not dead, are you? If you are, you can only blame yourself for being useless."

The Spear was extremely arrogant when facing any being other than the Asura God.

That little mouth of hers was practically poisoned.

It watched as Little Bone squatted on the ground, picking up bones one by one to reassemble itself, showing not a shred of remorse. Instead, it tilted its gun to the side, adopting a leisurely, spectator-like posture, while continuing to fire its weapon:

"It can still be put back together, not bad, not bad at all, a little bit sturdier than I expected."

"Hey, skeleton, want me to write you a letter of recommendation so you can be a weapon rack for my master? You don't look very sturdy, but you should be able to hold a few swords."

"Let me tell you, my master is no ordinary god. Working for my master is much easier than working here alone, understand?"

"Quickly say thank you, 'Spear Bro'."

Little Bone completely ignored the Spear's mockery. After piecing its bones back together, it stood up, bent down to pick up the Scythe, and tried to complete the task that Death God had given it.

However, when it looked down at the ground, its entire skeleton froze. The Scythe had shattered into several pieces, the blade and handle broken in two.

Little Bone:ᔦ ° ꒳ ° ᔨ ̖́-.

It crouched down and repeatedly manipulated the fragments with its white, bony fingers, trying to piece the Scythe back together as if it were itself.

No matter how hard it tried, the fragments just couldn't be put back together.

Little Bone held the broken blade against the hilt for a long time, then put it down, picked it up again, and repeated this several times until she finally confirmed a fact.

--This Scythe is completely broken.

Spear watched as Little Bone squatted on the ground, repeatedly fiddling with the pile of Scythe fragments but unable to put them back together, and proudly twirled the tip of his Spear Tip.

"What's so great about your broken Scythe? It couldn't even withstand a light touch from your Spear Bro. Broken like this, it's not even fit to be used as a fire poker. It's not even as good as my brother whose body was bent under the weight of the Gemstone."

Little Bone's simple, yet limited, mind was now a jumbled mess, like a ball of yarn that had been played with by a cat.

It looked down at the shards of the Scythe in its hand, then looked up at the incessantly chattering gun in front of it, then looked down at the shards again, and finally stared blankly at its own white finger bones.

What should we do now?

The work wasn't finished, but the Scythe broke.

Without Scythe, we would have failed God's mandate.

Little Bone didn't know what to do, but Spear "helpfully" came up with a solution for it.

The Spear straightened.

"Hmph, look at your spineless state. You've obviously been enslaved by your master for too long and have developed a servile mentality. Otherwise, call your master over, and I'll teach him a lesson so he'll know that bullying his subordinates will end badly."

The Spear took a keen interest in the Little Bone that could automatically assemble itself, even though it didn't seem very bright.

It would be great to take it back and use it as an automatic weapon rack for my owner.

It thought to itself that it had just cleaved the Perching Flower Star in two with a single shot.

The owner is probably still angry. If we take this Little Bone back as an apology, maybe the owner will calm down.

So, the Spear was trying to provoke the opponent.

Once the other party summons its master, it will then scare away the unscrupulous master who dared to enslave Little Bone with a single shot.

This Little Bone would definitely admire it immensely.

Little Bone only half understood the long string of sarcastic words from the Spear. What enslavement, what servility, what lack of ambition—its limited brain simply couldn't process such complex vocabulary.

However, it understood one sentence.

Call the owner over.

The master is so capable, he must have a way.

So it nodded obediently.