"Taoist Celestial Venerable..."
Thor watched Taoist Celestial Venerable slaughter his way through the Norse War Department and stand before the divine hall without a speck of blood staining him. A sense of helplessness rose within him.
He knew there was an insurmountable chasm between Supreme Gods and ordinary gods, but only when he personally stood before a Celestial Venerable did he truly realize how terrifying the pressure brought by a Supreme God was.
Even so, as one of the chief gods of the Norse pantheon, he could not retreat at a time like this.
He did not understand the grudges between Norse and Great Xia, nor did he know why the Great Xia Celestial Venerable had come to Asgard with such terrifying killing intent. Those matters were certainly important, but the only thing that truly determined Thor's actions was his position.
He was a god of Asgard. This was his home. No matter the reason, if a Great Xia God wanted to destroy this place, he could not simply stand by.
Beneath his red cloak, dazzling lightning already surged in Thor's palms. He watched Taoist Celestial Venerable at the entrance with vigilance as dark thunderclouds gathered into a slowly rotating vortex above the divine hall.
World-destroying lightning flickered densely among the clouds.
Taoist Celestial Venerable stood at the entrance as though he had not seen any of it. He calmly looked toward the One-Eyed Old Man upon the divine throne and slowly spoke:
"This poor Daoist has already fought his way here, yet you still do not intend to act? Do you really think these junior chief gods can stop this poor Daoist?
"Or perhaps... you no longer dare to act?"
Taoist Celestial Venerable narrowed his eyes, his gaze seemingly piercing through everything about the One-Eyed Old Man. At that