These Injuries Were Truly "Serious"

The Moon God and the four gods stepped aside, and the Evil God also stood aside.

He won't have to worry about the Goddess of Beauty then.

After all, he could handle these gods himself, so dealing with the Goddess of Beauty, who could defeat him, would naturally be a piece of cake.

Mocking them like this by the Goddess of Beauty, the Divine Power around these nineteen Gods surged like boiling oil, and their faces beneath their black robes turned bright red.

If they can still tolerate this, what kind of gods are they? They might as well become the God of Patience, the Turtle God.

"Goddess of Beauty, you asked for it, so don't blame us!"

One god and one horse took the lead, their giant axe crashing down towards the top of the tower with earth-shattering force.

The Goddess of Beauty rarely uses weapons, or rather, her weapon is her very simple and unadorned fist.

Well, the visceral feeling of each punch landing on his skin was somewhat addictive to him.

The Goddess of Beauty clenched her right fist and smashed it straight at the axe blade. The moment her fist collided with the axe blade, golden Divine Power fragments exploded like fireworks, and shockwaves swept in all directions.

The opponent was sent flying, axe and all, and disappeared from sight. The axe fell from his hand.

The Goddess of Beauty withdrew her fist, glanced down at the scorch mark on her knuckles, and casually blew it away. She swept her gaze over the eighteen stunned, black-clad Deities before her, a merciless, mocking smile playing on her lips:

"Ha, a pretty but useless embroidered pillow."

"Don't just stand there."

The Goddess of Beauty withdrew her fist, casually flexed her wrist, and her knuckles made a crisp, light crack.

"Why don't we all come at once? Otherwise people will say I'm bullying you."

The moment he finished speaking, the suppressed Divine Power around him erupted unrestrainedly.

"Come on."

Golden light shot into the sky, turning the entire Sea of Stars into a burning, shimmering gold, its radiance intense and pure.

The remaining eighteen gods stood frozen in place, looking at each other, their fingers gripping their weapons clenching and unclenching repeatedly.

They had actually heard about the power of the Goddess of Beauty long ago.

The Goddess of Beauty once defeated three high-ranking gods with her bare hands, and even the Evil God suffered at her hands.

But those rumors have been circulating for far too long.

So long that it was overshadowed by an even more dazzling halo.

People are always amazed and captivated by his beauty. When they think of the Goddess of Beauty, they think of his stunningly beautiful face, his flamboyant and unrestrained demeanor, and the peach blossoms that bloom wherever he goes.

Over time, everyone seemed to have forgotten.

He is the Goddess of Beauty who governs power.

However, to retreat without a fight is the greatest disgrace in the eyes of God.

If word gets out, will they still be able to maintain their standing in the Divine Realm?

The eighteen Gods gritted their teeth and charged forward with braced themselves.

Then they got beaten up one by one.

It's so simple that it doesn't need any further description.

The Goddess of Beauty's fists were simple and unadorned, purely physical crushing blows.

With each punch...

A figure then traced a parabola.

After finishing, the Goddess of Beauty didn't even dabble in breathing; she simply stretched leisurely.

"Ha, trash, I didn't even have time to warm up before you were all gone."

A dazzling golden light shone in Goddess of Beauty's eyes. He raised his hand and beckoned his index finger toward the Star God.

"Didn't you just say you wanted to fight me? Come on then."

What's the point of fighting a bunch of useless trash?

The Star God snorted coldly.

The next moment, the gold and purple colors vanished from their original positions.

Just then, the Gods, who had been sent flying by the Goddess of Beauty, limped back. Some were still clutching their swollen chins, and some hadn't even had time to retrieve their battle axes...

They wanted to see if anyone could fight against the Goddess of Beauty, since everyone had come to defeat her.

Even though I'm not very good at it, I can't possibly get completely beaten up.

Upon arriving at the scene, the nineteen gods looked at each other again, and then, without prior arrangement, began to quietly count.

One, two, three... seventeen, eighteen, nineteen. After counting the last god's head, all the gods felt disappointed but also relieved.

Nineteen people, no more, no less, which means that everyone was just beaten to a pulp, without exception.

That means everyone's about the same.

The gods, who had initially felt awkward and ashamed, had their pride swept away, and their sense of shame vanished as well.

We're all in the same boat anyway, so who's laughing at whom?

A sudden burst of even more dazzling light erupted in the distance, drawing the attention of Gods.

Two streaks of Flowing Light collided in the distance, scattering countless fragments of light that intertwined with gold and purple.

This match was clearly more interesting and exciting than their previous ones.

In the end, the Goddess of Beauty took a half step back and raised her hand to touch her cheek.

My fingertip touched a very fine trace of blood.

It was left behind when the Star God's fierce attack grazed past.

He looked down at the pale golden Divine Blood on his fingertip, his eyes darkening slightly.

I'm unhappy.

You don't hit someone in the face, but the other person specifically aimed for his face.

"This is boring, I'm not playing anymore."

The Goddess of Beauty glanced coldly at the Star God, her gaze as sharp as a knife, and the bloodstain on her cheek made the nineteen gods watching from afar shiver.

For some reason, they remembered the feeling of that punch.

I started experiencing phantom pains all over my body.

The next second, the Goddess of Beauty turned and rushed towards the Moon God. The coldness on her face melted away in an instant as she turned, replaced by a tearful expression, with a few glistening tears even clinging to her eyelashes.

The Goddess of Beauty buried her face in the crook of the Moon God's shoulder, covered her injured face with her hands, and wept:

"Yue, your brother has gone too far! My face, what if my face doesn't get better? If it doesn't get better, I won't be able to face the gods. You'll have to take care of me forever then."

The Star God was initially quite happy to have hit the Goddess of Beauty in the face.

When that attack grazed that flawless face, he finally felt half of the pent-up anger he had been holding in for so long finally dissipate.

But before he could even feel happy for three seconds, he saw the Goddess of Beauty whose face he had just scratched lying in his brother's arms, her face buried in his shoulder, her voice soft and sticky.

The smile on Star God's lips froze.

Where did that aloof Goddess of Beauty go? Why is she now crying and throwing herself into her brother's arms?

The key point is that his brother actually falls for it.

Honestly, if that annoying guy had been this shameless back then, his head would probably be three times more painful.

The Moon God raised her hand and rubbed the Goddess of Beauty's head, then moved the Goddess's hand away from her face. She looked down at the bloodstain for a moment and said, "This injury is really serious. If you had come a few seconds later, it would probably have healed by now."

The bloodstain healed precisely as soon as the Moon God's voice faded.

The Goddess of Beauty blinked, then blinked again.