A Wager

Bo Saiana was enveloped in blue divine radiance, her face proud and her beautiful eyes blazing with fighting spirit. "That's right, it's me! Yang Feng, you used your power to bully others and forced my father to sell the Heavenly Mirage Pearl to you. I refuse to accept this. If you have the ability, fight me. If you can defeat me with your own strength, I'll acknowledge you, and I won't pursue the matter of you forcing my father to sell you the Heavenly Mirage Pearl!"

Gods governed different authorities, each representing a certain law of that plane. The authorities controlled by gods were incomparably powerful and terrifying, and their personalities were likewise influenced by those authorities.

The God of Slaughter, who governed the authority of slaughter, was innately bloodthirsty and proficient in countless secret arts of killing. The Master of the Night was deeply scheming, favored moving through the darkness, and was one of the most supreme assassins. The God of War loved war and often charged at the very forefront of battle. Without a sufficiently powerful divine spark, gods would instead be controlled by their authorities. The stronger a god was, the less easily those authorities could influence their personality.

However, even though most gods understood this, they still allowed those authorities to influence their personalities. This made it easier for them to grasp those various authorities and laws, making them stronger and allowing them to advance more easily.

Yang Feng spoke as though stating a fact, his tone utterly calm. "I am a Greater Divinity, while you are merely an Intermediate Divinity. If you fight me, you don't have the slightest chance of winning!"

Yang Feng's God Spirit Avatar had absorbed the divine sparks of four Greater Divinity-level gods—the Master of the Night, the God of Fire,