The High-God radiating razor-sharp sword light slowly walked up to Blackbeard and swept him with an icy gaze. "I am Darg, a three-star commander of the Holy Sword Legion of the Temple of War. I hereby declare that you have committed a grave crime, and you must pay the price!"
Blackbeard's gaze was just as cold, cold enough to freeze a man's marrow. He looked indifferently at Darg and sneered. "A grave crime?"
Darg glanced at the loudly cackling Verus, his expression blank as his lips twisted slightly. "In order to compete for military merit and claim the Main God's reward, you brazenly attacked Verus, the High-God 'Man of Ecstasy' from the Temple of Pleasure. You slaughtered devout followers of the Temple of Pleasure and used despicable means to harm Verus's noble divine body. This is a capital crime!"
As Darg spoke in that cold, merciless voice, his hand had already gripped the hilt of the sword at his waist. A tangible azure killing intent locked firmly onto Blackbeard. He spoke each word in a frigid voice. "This is a capital crime. Therefore, I will personally execute you!"
Blackbeard's pupils shrank to needlepoints as he shouted coldly, "People from the Temple of Pleasure? Hey, you're a god of the Temple of War too, and so am I! You're speaking for outsiders? Don't you know it was this brat who wanted to steal our credit? Brat, you've got your ass planted crooked! You're feeding off one master while serving another—you've betrayed the Temple of War! Are you trying to challenge the majesty of the Goddess of War?"
Darg's face tightened as he stared coldly at Blackbeard and slowly drew his sword inch by inch. "The Temple of War has no scum like you! I am clearing away unstable elements for the