The Gods Themselves (Part 2)

The atmosphere instantly became strange.

That look was like seeing a heinous serial killer come home and gently make dinner for Little Cat Cat.

Then cuddle Little Cat Cat and go nyanya with it.

Though they were remnants of the past, the last surviving reflections of the gods, those blurry outlines still revealed uncontrollable shock and confusion.

It was like seeing a ghost.

Yet Tong Ji paid those gazes no mind. She casually opened a can of Happy Water, poured it in, and added a straw.

Only after taking two cheerful sips did she begin to speak.

"Now then, back to the point—"

She said, "You've all been dead for so many years. Are you still planning to be an obstacle in my way?"

At that, she revealed a friendly smile. "As a beautiful and kind big sister, I love peace most of all. I really don't want to lay hands on the ashes of old acquaintances.

But if you insist on disrespecting me, then I have no choice but to scatter you."

The cheerful mood vanished without a trace, replaced by hostility taut as drawn blades.

The killing intent of the gods intertwined, turning even the sweet wine bitter.

The Happy Water lost its fizz and became cloying syrup.

Until a deep voice rang out from the head of the banquet.

"You, as you are now? Forget it."

Zeus poured out his wine. "What can a struggle between phantoms bring but destruction? We have no intention of stopping you."

"But you did stop me, didn't you? You changed the rules of the Divine Duel."

Tong Ji reminded him expressionlessly, "You chose to stand against me... just as you did in the past.

Even after all these years, the only reason you dead things can still sit here and dream