God of the Sky, I Dare You to Answer

The three-way melee slowed considerably when Qin Chuan appeared.

Even the God of the Sky dared not face the God-Slaying Bullets head-on, let alone the other gods.

Upper Gods like the God of War and the Hunting Goddess believed they were little weaker than the God of the Sky, but neither wanted to stick their neck out.

As for the Beast God System, the last unlucky god to die—the Tiger God—had belonged to their camp. The sight of those God-Slaying Bullets made their stomachs knot.

The Mountain Troll Clan's Ancestor Gods had not witnessed the Tiger God's fall, but even in their sleep, they had sensed traces of something similar. What they learned after waking confirmed it: the little Revolver held God-Slaying Bullets capable of wiping them out completely.

Their pantheon was small to begin with. They were even less willing to put themselves in the line of fire.

If one of them took a bullet, only their enemies would benefit.

The Mountain Gods were curious about this mortal, though. Even the God of the Sky had backed down before him. He must have suffered at the mortal's hands more than once.

As things stood, the situation actually favored the Mountain Gods.

They had picked a fight with the Beast God System to establish that they were not to be trifled with. If they fought to the bitter end, they would be the ones to suffer.

There was no getting around their disadvantage in numbers.

Even if they traded one of their own for one enemy—or even two—the other side would still win in the end.

Worse, the God of the Sky had arrived with his people and barged into the fight, turning a manageable situation into one that was slipping out of control.

Frankly, if Qin Chuan had not