The reason for defeat: outnumbered
The Desert God, however, scoffed, arms crossed, chin held high, not even deigning to glance at the Asura God, his tone utterly contemptuous. "Ha, how arrogant. Who do you think you are? You dare to challenge me? And..."
His gaze swept over the Asura God's white and red robes, filled with utter sarcasm.
"You think you're worthy to wear red like me?"
Upon hearing this, the Spring God opened his mouth in astonishment. He had never seen anyone so brave.
He had originally intended to advise the Desert God to stop being so foul-mouthed, since he knew the Asura God's temper best.
But before he could even speak, the Desert God had already caught his slightly parted lips, and like a fighting rooster, he preemptively spoke:
"Hmph, why are you so nervous about him? Who is he to you? Today I'm going to show him right in front of you..."
With a "thud," the face of the Desert God was pressed against the ground of the Spring God Temple. His last sentence was shattered by the impact, and he couldn't utter a single complete word.
The Asura God stomped on the face of the Desert God, grinding it again and again.
He leaned down, his voice as cold as a wind blowing up from the depths of Abyss: "Trash, what did you just say? That This Venerable am not worthy to wear red?"
He admitted that the Desert God was indeed more powerful than those trash.
But in his eyes, no matter how strong it is, it's nothing more than a slightly bigger piece of trash.
How dare you talk to someone like that?
How dare you shout in front of spring?
The Asura God stomped his foot, and with a muffled "poof," the Desert God's head exploded completely beneath his feet. But what splattered out was not golden Divine Blood, but a large cloud of yellow sand, which scattered all over the ground.
For a god, losing a head is nothing.
Especially for beings like the Desert God, whose bodies are formed from sand, their heads are merely decorations.
As long as he protects the Divine Core, everything will be fine.
The sand on the ground began to gather wildly and reform.
Before the sand could gather, it was frozen in place by an intense, suffocating Shengsheng intent.
"Hmph, This Venerable hate sand the most. Get lost."
With a flick of his sleeve, the Asura God unleashed a powerful, almost tyrannical gust of wind that swept all the sand grains in the hall into a whirlwind, banishing them from the Spring God Temple.
The palace doors slammed shut, leaving not even a grain of sand inside.
The Desert God, swept away, tumbled several times outside the palace before finally regaining his balance. Looking down, he saw that his once-proud red robes had been torn to shreds by the wind blades, with pieces hanging haphazardly from his body.
He was panting, staring at the tightly closed door, both shocked and furious.
Who is this person? How can they be so amazing!
He was actually swept out like trash!
The more the Desert God thought about it, the angrier he became. He slammed his fist into the ground, sending dust flying everywhere.
Wow, what a wonderful Spring God!
He usually acts all gentle and magnanimous, but in private he actually called in this God of Calamity to beat him up. What a petty and treacherous guy!
Today he is determined to ruin the other party's reputation and let the Divine Realm... no, the entire Universe see the true face of the Spring God!
The Desert God suddenly remembered the Star Network that humans had created.
The Earth God had mentioned it to him briefly, saying how fun and interesting it was inside, but he hadn't taken it seriously at all.
Looking back now, it actually came in handy.
Desert God detected the Star Network signal, switched in, and spent a considerable amount of time figuring out how to post. He clumsily posted the message, even giving it a very eye-catching title.
But within seconds, he was overwhelmed by a deluge of replies.
[1L]: Everyone come quick! What's wrong with this idiot? How dare he insult our great Spring God!
[2L]: Haha, that's hilarious! Which mental hospital did this guy escape from?
[3L]: Oh dear, isn't this just sour grapes? What the Lord Spring God does is none of your business. Besides, even if it's true, it's just that you had a loose tongue, you deserve it.
[10550L]: Hmph, everyone disperse, he's probably just a pathetic little loser trying to get attention!
The Desert God stared at the rapidly scrolling mocking images on the light screen, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.
He was, after all, Desert God of the wilderness, yet he was being mocked and ridiculed by a group of mortals. If he tolerated this, where would he put his divine face?
So he started replying to each message personally.
The speed at which the Desert God recovered was incredibly fast, far beyond what a mortal could achieve; it finished recovering everything in just a few seconds.
Now, the comments below have taken an even more extreme turn.
Many people questioned whether he was a robot.
[45761L]: Is this person real? How could a real person reply to so many messages at the same time?
[45762L]: It's confirmed to be a bot. Even Black Lord Spring God is using scripts now?
[45763L]: I suggest checking this account; it might be a low-level troll sent by some underground organization.
The post gained increasing popularity and quickly spread to the Divine Realm via the Star Network's trending topics.
Other gods, having nothing better to do, casually scrolled through their feeds and came across this post.
Based on the nonsensical and illogical style of the replies, they guessed the poster's identity in almost a fraction of a second.
After all, in the entire Divine Realm, apart from the Desert God, there is no other being so hostile towards the Spring God and with such a bizarre thought process.
When the Desert Gods Gods the Divine Realm are mentioned, their impressions are remarkably consistent:
[Sand], [Likes yellow].
However, this was when the Spring God was not present.
As long as the Spring God exists, the Desert God will be labeled with tags such as [perverted], [weird], [morbid], [extremely hates green], etc.
The deity Desert God engaged in a verbal battle with the assembled scholars, but ultimately suffered a crushing defeat.
Reason for defeat: Outnumbered and outgunned.
"Chun, from now on, just kick these idiots out. Why waste your breath on them? You even gave them water!"
The Asura God returned to the temple, tossed his Spear aside, and his face clearly showed his dissatisfaction.
He tried to instill his "kill, kill, kill" philosophy into Spring God, wishing he could grab a gun right now and go out and riddle that bright red sand monster with holes.
Spring God remained calm and composed, smiling gently, "Xiu, he didn't really hurt me."
He was telling the truth.
In his memory, that guy Desert God always liked to hang around him, jumping up and down while spouting a bunch of nonsensical nonsense.
But if you time it right and hand someone a cup of Green Tea, they'll freeze after drinking it, then their face will turn blue and they'll gag at the ground. At that point, if you cover their mouth, the Desert God will run away cursing.
This method has always worked well and is very effective.
"Hmph, I might as well just go and kill him This Venerable, so he won't bother you again in the future."
The Asura God said coldly, "If the Spring God nods now, I can take my gun and go out, making the Desert God outside a fool who will be mentioned only briefly in the annals of the Divine Realm."
The Spring God, however, slowly took out a piece of paper.