Shanlilas Stands Up Again

Shanlilas did not dare conceal anything and recounted the entire course of events in full detail.

"Trash!"

The Divine Bull Martial God cursed furiously. "I warned you not to underestimate the people of Great Xia, yet you still did this!"

"You disappoint me beyond measure! Useless trash!"

The Divine Bull Martial God's voice was icy enough to pierce bone, making Shanlilas's very soul tremble.

Before he could speak, a thread of divine power stirred deep within his soul. In an instant, he felt as though his soul had been pierced through by countless steel needles.

"Argh!"

"Spare me, my lord!!"

He managed only a few words before the pain robbed him of speech. This feeling of being unable to live yet unable to die caused his soul to weaken bit by bit.

Boundless terror spread through him. Just when he thought he was about to die, the pain vanished the next instant.

Only then did he feel as if he had come back to life.

He was alive!

He felt immensely fortunate.

At that moment.

The Divine Bull Martial God's voice sounded by his ear:

"This is a small punishment for you. If there is a next time, I'll use your soul as lamp fuel!"

"If there were time, I wouldn't want a piece of trash like you at all!"

The Divine Bull Martial God's fury had yet to subside. His plans had been disrupted again, and he wished he could descend in person, but unfortunately, he could not.

In the Country of India, he had nurtured more than one Divine Envoy. But the last time, all six Horned Divine Envoys had been wiped out, making him realize that ordinary Rank Nine Martial Venerables were no longer enough to defeat the Martial Artists of Great Xia Nation.

Therefore.

This time,