His sudden appearance was not hard to understand.
Kartikeya was his eldest son, and seeing him on the verge of getting killed, even Shiva God could no longer sit still.
A special power had been set up in that arena, and it should have come from the hands of Styx, this Primal God.
Who knew whether that power would obstruct him from resurrecting his own child?
To be safe, Shiva God planned to appear in person and save Kartikeya.
"Stop."
Just as Shiva God's colossal dharma form, which seemed to prop up heaven and earth, appeared, a flash of blood-red light streaked by. The Great Dao laws of slaughter and blood rang out in unison, and Styx, seated upon the Nine-Grade Blood Lotus, abruptly appeared above the Asura Arena.
"Fellow cultivator, do you intend to cross the line?"
Styx's voice was cold, killing intent surging, without the slightest timidity despite his own cultivation being inferior to Shiva's.
Shiva God looked at the appearing Styx, shook his head, and said, "fellow cultivator, I have no intention of crossing the line. Since Kartikeya has already lost in this divine battle, return him to me."
"Hahaha."
Styx laughed loudly, as if he had heard some joke. "When we first agreed upon the divine battles, I already said that the deities of the two realms would enter the field and begin the divine battle, with life and death disregarded. Only the one who lives is qualified to step out of the arena. Could it be... you want me to break the rules?"
"Fellow cultivator."
Shiva God's gaze hardened. He took a step forward, and a boundless, heaven-toppling aura of Destruction rushed over head-on.
The aura of Destruction spilling from him—just a single wisp of it—could crush an entire universe.
"Are you truly refusing to