After I Beat Him, Can't I Come Fight You?

The power of death intimidated everyone in this space, calming the energy field that had previously been filled with the scent of battle.

Even War fell silent.

Arbiter was somewhat surprised. Death had started by directly proposing terms—this was truly giving them plenty of face.

He turned to look at Sin, wanting to see his reaction.

Yet he discovered that the eyes on that twisted pink face were merely staring fixedly at Death as he muttered,

"I envy you..."

After saying that, the pink face had twisted into something almost indescribable, while another portion of the divine power continuously swelling around him vanished.

Arbiter had never understood whether the other party was absorbing or consuming it. If he was consuming it, where exactly was it being consumed?

You really were persistent...

Death said helplessly. Though Death did not quite understand what the other party was doing, there was no need to desperately stop him with such wariness.

Let him do as he pleased.

As those words of envy left his mouth, Lu Ce's mind stabilized somewhat. Looking at Death, he said,

"So you're Death... You don't really seem all that different."

"Terms? Do you mean compensation for your unfair backroom manipulation against me?"

Hearing him, Arbiter's mouth twitched.

You really have the nerve to say that!

Using every possible means, backroom dealings, cheating, shameless tricks—those were clearly all your usual methods. How could you so smoothly pin them on someone else?

Think whatever you liked. Wasn't this what you had wanted in the first place?

Death did not care about Sin's slander.

Since arriving here, he had been trying to make everything more chaotic, picking fights everywhere in order to dig out advantages for himself.

Death's voice was always unhurried, even sounding somewhat gentle.

Death gently enveloped everyone forever.

Everyone