The Quality of Gods These Days Really Was Getting Worse and Worse

"Desire, how dare you speak like that?"

The God of Lies frowned, giving him an expression that said, "You're such a clueless child," and spoke with righteous indignation.

"I swear on my Divine Core, what the Sea God said is absolutely true. Besides, the Sea God is my friend, how could he possibly lie to Lord Asura God? Desire, stop stirring things up here."

Upon hearing this, the God of Desire rolled his eyes so hard they seemed to bulge.

He strode forward, pointed at the God of Lies, and cursed:

"Heh, do you really think I'm a fool? Swearing by your Divine Core? Have you forgotten what kind of god you are? If a god actually believed your nonsense, I would truly mourn for him."

"Besides, you're not even on my side? Aren't you afraid that Asura God will be seduced by that little vixen?"

He spoke urgently and angrily, so much so that his little crown tilted.

The God of Lies remained calm and composed.

Stand with him? Are you kidding me?

Didn't you see that Asura God also knows the Sea God? And judging from the looks of it, their relationship is quite close.

Besides, can you really persuade Asura God?

However, the God of Lies never expected that the Sea God would actually know the Asura God.

And judging from this, their relationship is quite close.

Unless they were extremely close, given the nature of the Asura God, would he really draw his gun to stand up for someone just because they complained?

The God of Lies lowered his eyes, a few more calculations forming in his mind.

Once this matter is settled, he will definitely find some time to have a good "exchange" with the Sea God on how to get along well with the Asura God.

The God of Lies was making his plans.

Meanwhile, the God of Desire was still babbling on and on, circling around the Asura God and saying, "He's lying to you," and "You have to believe me." In the end, the Asura God slapped him away with one palm, sending him flying into the sky and turning him into a bright little dot in the sky.

"Let's talk as we fly."

The Sea God, carrying a miniature version of the Water God, led the Asura God away in a certain direction.

He already knew the location of the Desert God.

The God of Lies originally wanted to go along, but the Sea God gave him a dismissive look.

That one glance Shengsheng the God of Lies to a halt.

He recognized that look; it was always there before the other person made a move, like the sea slowly receding its usually gentle waves to reveal the coldness beneath.

He couldn't help but think that even if it meant Godslayer, he would believe it.

Fine, if I don't want to go, I don't want to go.

The Desert God descended upon the Sunset Glow Star.

He looked down at his red robe, and the moment he was brutally beaten flashed through his mind again.

He was so angry he wanted to grind his teeth.

He already hated the Spring God, but in front of the Spring God, he was pinned to the ground and had his head crushed by a god who appeared out of nowhere.

Face?

From that moment on, that thing had absolutely nothing to do with him anymore.

Hateful!

If the other party is going to attack, why not somewhere else? Why did they have to attack him in front of the Spring God?!

Damn it!

This angered the Desert God, but it hadn't reached the point of being out of control.

What truly blew him away was Star Network.

The Desert God, filled with resentment, posted an ad, hoping to expose the "true face" of the Spring God to those mortals. But what was the result?

The post was immediately flooded with ridicule and insults.

Nobody believed him.

And those gods!

One by one, they were all watching the show, saying things like, "As expected, it's Desert God."

Damn it! How did they figure that out?!

The Desert God's chest heaved violently, his eyes burning like fire.

He grew angrier the more he thought about it, and the sand and stones beneath his feet began to shake.

Even in this shabby place, the flowers are blooming so green!

How come the world is still so green!

The Desert God stomped his foot, causing the ground to crack and yellow sand to surge from his body, sweeping out in all directions like raging waves.

He wants to turn this place into a desert.

He'd like to wait until the Spring God passes by and see if the other party is still laughing.

A drop of water gently landed on the face of the Desert God.

He instinctively looked up, only to be met with a torrent of seawater cascading down his face. Before the surrounding yellow sand could even churn, it was engulfed by the seawater, sinking heavily to the ground and never rising again.

Immediately afterwards, a foot stepped on his face.

The Sea God landed gracefully from mid-air, the soles of his shoes grinding precisely against the nose of the Desert God.

His lips curved slightly, his smile as gentle as a spring breeze.

"Desert God, thank you for your face."

The Sea God was holding the Little Water God in his arms, curled up in a tiny ball, fast asleep.

Just as the Desert God was about to struggle, the pressure on his head increased threefold, as if an entire deep sea was pressing down on him.

Sea God looked down at him, a faint smile behind his glasses, as if watching a fish leaping about on the shore.

The Desert God met a pair of eyes that seemed to have no end.

He suddenly felt a chill, a chill that seeped into his bones, just like the feeling when the Asura God crushed his head.

The look in the other person's eyes made it seem like they wanted to kill him.

The Desert God felt a chill run down his spine, and his divine Divine Power surged forth, unleashing a burst of yellow light.

The Sea God then withdrew his foot and stepped away from the face of the Desert God.

The Desert God violently wiped his face, his expression extremely ugly, and hissed, "Who are you?!"

You don't even hit someone in the face, yet this person actually stepped on your own face!

The Sea God lowered his head and stroked the Water God's little head in his arms. "Xiu, help me subdue him first."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a figure landed from the side.

The Desert God's pupils suddenly contracted, and all the blood color drained away.

It's that god again! Why is it him again?!

He turned to flee, but it was too late.

The Spear hurtled through the air, so fast that it left no afterimage.

However, in that split second, the Desert God couldn't help but have an absurd thought pop into his head:

How come such a fierce god's Divine Power is Sapphire Blue?

Shouldn't it be black and red?

What kind of aesthetic sense is this?!

The ensuing battle can only be described as "horrific".

It was a complete rout.

The Desert God was powerless to fight back, being tossed around like a rag doll, its screams coming out in broken, intermittent bursts.

A moment later, a half-dead Desert God was bound hand and foot and thrown in front of the Sea God.

He was covered in wounds, and his clothes were tattered beyond recognition.

The Asura God held the gun in one hand, thrusting the Spear Tip into the other's shoulder, and said in an extremely calm tone, "Here, take it."

After saying that, he withdrew his hand, took two steps back, and looked somewhat bored.

The quality of this generation of gods is getting worse and worse; he can't even muster the slightest interest.

The Sea God placed the sleeping Little Water God in his arms into a transparent bubble, which then floated gently to the surface.

He turned and walked up to the Desert God, chuckled softly, then bent down and stripped the Desert God naked, piece by piece.

The Desert God was both shocked and furious:

"You... you... you actually took off my clothes! What are you doing! Let me tell you, I don't like male gods! Let me go!"

The Sea God remained unmoved, allowing Su Qingci to take a series of photos of the utterly Desert God from all angles. He clapped his hands, looked back at the photos, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.

Perfect.

The Desert God screamed even more pitifully, his voice becoming terribly hoarse.

The Sea God bowed his head, bent slightly, and smiled with utmost gentleness, yet his words were chilling:

"You stripped Little Lu of her clothes, and I have to strip them back before you die."