The Death God's Blood Pressure Rises

Mortus had not been this furious in a very long time.

As the God of Death, he had existed for so long that even he could not be bothered to count the years.

Mortals feared him, departed souls submitted to him, and even those powerful beings bold enough to speak his name directly would invariably reveal their fear when truly faced with death.

But this human before him?

She had rejected his inheritance, smashed his statue, and now had even fooled him by playing dead. Right before his eyes, she had stolen his divine artifact!

Every chief god possessed a divine artifact born alongside their divine authority. A divine artifact was not merely a weapon—it also carried a portion of the god's authority and divine power!

Most of Mortus's power could not currently be unleashed in the human realm, but with the scythe in hand, even as a suppressed avatar, he had absolute confidence that he could crush this bunch of Soul Remnants!

He had never imagined that someone in this world could be so despicable! The first thing she did after waking from playing dead was steal his divine artifact!

"You court death!!"

Killing intent completely flooded Mortus's eyes.

Massive amounts of black mist rose from beneath his feet, instantly condensing into more than a dozen thick Death Shackles that lashed toward Ling Chu from every direction!

Ling Chu gripped Death God's Scythe tightly. The twenty attribute points added upon obtaining the divine artifact immediately took effect.

Strength, Agility, Constitution, and Intelligence all rose at once!

The sensation was incredibly distinct. Everything around her seemed to slow for a moment.

The Death Shackles, once so fast that she could only dodge on instinct, now had clearly discernible trajectories in Ling Chu's eyes.

Three from the left, two overhead, and