Hu Xinzhu snapped his folding fan with force, then lifted his head with a cold, haughty sneer, carrying a trace of stately sacredness and solemn dignity. "All I see are two warriors utterly loyal to the Ashir Divine Clan, launching an attack against enemies several times their number! The elves provoked our dignity right on our doorstep. They are fighting the gods of the Elf Divine Clan, defending the last shred of our honor!"
Solder shouted sharply, "That isn't the crux of the matter. The crux is—"
Hu Xinzhu suddenly raised his fist and swung it at Solder. "The crux is that I'm going to beat you to death, you son of a bitch!"
Before so many gods, no one had expected Hu Xinzhu to actually strike the moment he said he would! And Hu Xinzhu looked like the refined sort of god who used schemes and tricks to set people up. He was nothing like a rough brute such as Lin Qi, who would start throwing punches at the slightest disagreement! Yet Hu Xinzhu had just done exactly that in front of every prominent, powerful god of the Ashir Divine Clan!
The heavy punch sent blood spurting wildly from Solder's nose and knocked him staggering back again and again. Several defensive divine artifacts on Solder's body activated automatically, yet they failed to protect him, because a black gauntlet had appeared on Hu Xinzhu's fist. The aura emanating from it made both the Dawn God and the God of Retribution abruptly change expression.
Black divine power coiled around Hu Xinzhu's fist, tearing through the divine barrier before Solder's face, smashing in his nose, and knocking the blood out of it.
The Temple of the Void instantly erupted into chaos. Behind Solder, a burly High-God radiating a soul-chilling aura roared in