That's So Much for Holding Back

To be fair, after learning the rules of the God Selection Arena's Battlefield of Gods, Feng Xue had planned to play Voldemort and hold back until the final round before making his move.

But first the God of Hunting had practically shoved his face right up to him, and then God-chan, that imp, had fanned the flames. Feeling [Shi] and the Tags constantly drifting around him, he suddenly thought he might as well go big right from the start.

With that thought, he stopped pretending. Though he was still inside the mecha, he sank into a horse stance, solid and steady as a mountain.

"Big spectacle, big spectacle! God-chan wants a big spectacle!" The God of Live Broadcast's Divine Authority flickered wildly. She could practically hear the crashing waves of faith surging toward her.

Ride that wave, and she could take another step forward. Maybe she could even snatch God of News's spot and bring the entire media pantheon under her command, becoming the supreme ruler of both the new-media and old-media pantheons!

After all, the prize in Bailin Country's Battlefield of Gods was only the position of the Martial God pantheon's chief god!

With such enormous gains at stake, what did a mere warning from the God of Competition matter?

Even if a mortal really could kill a god, that would only mean a change in the Martial God's seat. Even if he defeated every Martial God, what did that have to do with a deity from the media pantheon like her?

It would be a perfect chance to show mortals that they really could become gods. Maybe the faith she received over the next few years would become even more fervent.

And even if the God Selection Arena's anchor really did collapse, so what?

Wasn't there still the