After finally setting his sights on a body that suited him perfectly, and even using such disgraceful means to descend into it, the God of Laws had only just enjoyed a few beautiful women when Marquis Belin actually destroyed the very source of his future pleasures with a single blow?
Without that precious thing, how was the God of Laws supposed to do such wonderful things again?
What drove him most to the brink of collapse was that, the moment he descended into this body, he had been struck by the vicious Thirteen Star-Shattering Strikes, which embodied the laws of destruction. That destructive force of law had temporarily welded his divine soul to this body. Unless he could repair this body, either his divine soul would be unable to leave it, or it would suffer grievous damage when it did!
"Are you trying to die?"
The God of Laws was so furious that his eyeballs turned blue. Dense crimson-gold divine flames suddenly burst from his body. He had gone mad—truly mad with fury. He wanted nothing more than to slaughter every last person in this hall.
It was like some lecherous old man who had spent countless years in a hard prison, suddenly released from jail and allowed to taste that soul-melting tenderness once more—only to have his vital part sliced off with a single blade before he could properly feast to his heart's content. How could anyone bear such a thing?!
Especially when he was a god—a genuine god, the God of Laws! To have his lower half destroyed by a woman in front of so many people... if word got out, how could he ever face anyone among the gods again? Especially those flirtatious goddesses—they would probably mock him over this for the rest of his life, wouldn't