Why Is My Reputation the One That Suffers Every Time?

The Godslayer's words stemmed from the farce between the Desert God and the God of Calamity, which has now become the talk of the Divine Realm, and even a minor god on the street has probably heard about it.

It's likely that no one expected that the real conflict between the righteous and Evil Gods would officially begin with this incident.

The Righteous Gods secretly mocked the Asura God, the Chief Evil Gods, for liking to wear the goddess's skirt.

The Evil God, on the other hand, was furious.

In their eyes, the Asura God could do whatever he wanted.

Let alone wearing a skirt, even if you were to wear a burlap sack, it's none of those Righteous Gods' business to criticize you.

As a result, the two sides hurled insults at each other more and more fiercely, escalating their arguments from online to offline, seemingly determined to fight to the death.

And the most outrageous thing is

In the Divine Realm today, perhaps only the Asura God himself is unaware that he "likes to wear skirts."

The Asura God narrowed his eyes, the more he listened, the more uneasy he felt.

What are his hobbies? What kind of authority does he possess?

When did he damage his authority?

How come his reputation keeps getting stranger and stranger without his knowledge?

Seeing that the Godslayer remained silent, the Asura God of Slaughter assumed he had touched a nerve with the Asura God, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, speaking solemnly:

"Asura God, whatever you like is fine. I'll support you no matter what you do. If... you really like something, I'll keep an eye out for the styles that goddesses like to wear."

When the Godslayer said these words, he felt like he was going all out.

For a powerful Godslayer to do something as trivial as helping someone notice a goddess's clothing style seems a bit too absurd and shameless, doesn't it? But after all, he has known the Asura God for many years, and he can't very well judge someone based on such a small hobby.

It should be supported, it must be supported!

When the Asura God heard "pay attention to the styles the goddess likes to wear," his mind was like a ball of yarn that had been being played with by a cat for a long time, completely tangled up.

Huh? What?

When did This Venerable ever start liking the goddess's style?

He even went out of his way to keep an eye out for This Venerable? How come he didn't know?!

The Godslayer sighed again, becoming even more serious:

"Don't worry, I've already helped you downplay the dress issue. It's just that some gossips are too talkative, and I can't completely shut them up."

The Asura God could no longer hold back. A vein throbbed on his forehead, and a Killing Intent surged in his red eyes. He belatedly realized what those bastards in the Divine Realm had been spreading during the time he hadn't been out and about.

Damn it!

It's better to destroy this Divine Realm.

The Asura God turned his head, his smile chilling, his teeth grinding together. "Who spread the word?"

The Godslayer was taken aback, finally realizing something was amiss. He slowly withdrew his hand from the Asura God's shoulder and truthfully stated:

"Many gods know about this now. But I can't find out who first spread it."

Without another word, the Asura God swung his Spear fiercely.

A violent Divine Power, like an angry dragon emerging from the sea, exploded outwards, instantly overturning the entire hall.

The stone beam broke, and dust filled the sky.

He stood amidst the ruins, his white hair wildly flying, his red eyes like fire, his voice as cold as the wind blowing up from the depths of Abyss:

"This Venerable wearing any more clothes! Don't let This Venerable find out who it is, or This Venerable 'll grind him to dust!"

The Spear hummed incessantly in his palm.

It couldn't understand why its owner had started liking to wear goddess-like dresses.

How come I didn't hear a single word about it?

It's always by its owner's side; surely it could have noticed this quirk?

Does that mean the owner throws it out before each time they wear it?

Surely we shouldn't see it even once...

The Spear felt increasingly aggrieved, thinking that its owner had changed and no longer took it with him when needed.

Then it buzzed twice more. "Master, how many times have you worn this on my back?"

The Asura God noticed the pitiful tremor beside him, looked down, and his face darkened even more.

That damn gun, how dare he doubt him?

He swung his Spear back, driving it deep into the ground, and said coldly, "If you keep thinking nonsense, This Venerable 'll really throw you into a pile of women's clothing and make you dress yourself."

The Spear immediately fell silent, not daring to utter a sound.

The Asura God, seething with rage, unleashed a furious storm upon the Godslayer.

The Godslayer realized he was in the wrong, so he didn't retaliate much and let him vent his anger.

In the end, even the Asura God lost interest.

He snorted coldly and withdrew his hand.

"This Venerable have no shortage of punching bags. If you don't fight back next time, then don't come back. As for what they do, This Venerable don't care. Even if they turn the Divine Realm into ruins, as long as they don't come to the gates of my This Venerable Asura God's Temple, This Venerable don't care."

"Whoever kills whom, and whoever gets killed by whom, deserves it."

The skirt incident made Asura God an instant sensation.

When I was little, I just wore it briefly, since I was still young.

Even after I grew up, there were still gods spreading rumors about me!

Nobody can get This Venerable to wear women's clothing!

Asura God spoke, his crimson eyes glaring at the Godslayer, carrying a blatant warning. "Furthermore, you are not allowed to interfere. If you dare to stand up for your side, don't even think about fighting This Venerable again from now on."

The Godslayer wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and nodded quickly, "Okay, whatever you say."

As he spoke, he looked around again and said:

"Since that's how it is, then I'll stay here from now on. That way, those gods won't come crying to me after being beaten up, begging for mercy. It annoys me."

Sometimes, they are simply reaping what they sowed.

After the Godslayer finished speaking, he pulled the Asura God around the Asura God's Temple, looking at it from all angles.

Finally, he chose a side hall that suited his taste, snapped his fingers, and a large number of his usual utensils appeared in the hall.

From incense burners to bed curtains, from knife racks to tea sets, everything is available.

The Asura God watched his actions, growing increasingly suspicious.

"Godslayer, you didn't plan this all along, did you?"

It's no wonder he thought that way; the other side was just too well-prepared.

The Godslayer shook his head repeatedly:

"How could that be? I just travel around the Divine Realm all year round and I'm used to carrying some things with me. I can't sleep soundly without these."

And so, the Godslayer moved into the Asura God's Temple.

The first to become restless were the God of Lies and the God of Desire.

But no matter how angry they were, they didn't dare to actually drive away the Godslayer.

Regardless of whether they could win or not, just by getting close to the Godslayer, he would unleash a chilling Killing Intent, not even lifting an eyelid, and coldly say:

Stay away from me. I don't like dirty things.

"Also, if you have nothing better to do, get lost. Don't bother the Asura God; you've corrupted him."

Originally, in the eyes of the Godslayer, the Asura God was a good baby.

But later, it must have been because of contact with those two things that things turned out this way.

That's a truly scathing remark.

The God of Lies and God of Desire were choked and turned pale, but in the end they could only swallow their resentment.

What else can we do?

They couldn't beat him in a fight, and they didn't dare to curse him.

If you really provoke the Godslayer, you might not even see the Sun tomorrow.

Furthermore, how could they possibly influence the invincible and impervious Asura God?

It's clearly the other party who influenced them, okay?

Look how well-behaved they are now, always following the Asura God around, not going out to cause trouble, and hardly ever going back to the Desire God's Temple and the Lies God's Temple.

Here, swords clash and blood flows; there, peace reigns.

Wuma Xiu sat upright on the terrace of the Sea God Palace, a freshly brewed cup of Green Tea in front of him.

The tea soup was clear and bright, with wisps of steam rising gently.

He gazed in the direction of the Asura God's Temple, his expression carrying a hint of knowing, strategic brilliance.

"See? It's that simple. Who said only underhanded tricks and schemes are useful?"