No one knew how high Mu Wei's kick had sent the God of Laws flying, but everyone saw the fierce friction with the air set his body ablaze. His clothes burned away completely, and even the hair on his body was incinerated.
Lightly clapping her little hands, Mu Wei smiled at Yan Chimei.
"Have you made up your mind? Become one of the Goddess of War's seven new subordinate gods. With the Goddess of War's help, you'll ascend to godhood and inherit the divine seat of Killing red Lightning Meier Medis. As for the Great Flame Dynasty, it will be your exclusive domain of faith. Every year, offer seventy percent of the faith power you harvest to the Goddess of War. Other than that, you won't need to do anything."
After a slight pause, Mu Wei added with a smile, "Of course, if the war pantheon goes to war with another pantheon, you must fight. And let me remind you: the God of War is an old lecher. If you become the Goddess of War's subordinate god, make sure you're never alone with him. The women he's ruined are no fewer than those ruined by those idiots from the Temple of Punishment!"
Yan Chimei narrowed her eyes at Mu Wei. "As a member of the Temple of War's clergy, every word you've said can be considered blasphemy."
Mu Wei parted her rosy little lips, tilted her head, and pondered for a while before nodding seriously. "It does seem like it, a little. But it doesn't matter. No one in the Temple of War would dare punish me. After all, my seniority among the divine-descended families is very high. To be precise, the current presiding pontiff of the Temple of War is my direct descendant of the three hundred and seventy-ninth