"You're from the Odin Temple?" A Shinu glared furiously at Lin Qi. "Only the gods worshipped by those barbarians would turn the arts of killing into something so... ornate and complicated in battle! We, the Secret Devil Sacred Clan, value the pure union of strength and speed. Only those ancient barbarian gods worshipped by those savages would carry combat techniques to such lengths!"
Gripping the Army-Slaying Axe, Lin Qi watched A Shinu without a word. He was weighing the odds of killing A Shinu—and at the same time, calculating whether he should kill him at all. If he released the Celestial Cycle Star Muster Diagram within the Penglai Five Islands now, it should be able to trap A Shinu for a few brief breaths. In that time, would Lin Qi have a chance to cut him down?
If he killed A Shinu, would that not give the Heavenly Temple far too great an advantage? Letting the gods desperately slaughter one another—wasn't that precisely the goal Lin Qi wanted to achieve?
All sorts of thoughts churned through his mind, yet Lin Qi did not answer A Shinu's question. What did it matter which divine clan he belonged to, or what his identity was? This was war, not a matchmaking meeting for old bachelors and spinsters where they had to get to the bottom of each other's backgrounds.
"Damn it! It must be! Only they could possess such formidable combat arts and bodies!" A Shinu snorted angrily, then abruptly spun around and chopped his axe at the empty air several thousand meters behind him. A miserable scream rang out as a god entirely black like a shadow, enveloped in a cloud of black smoke, was cleaved out of the air by his axe, its body split into two straight down the middle.