Bilibili respectfully bowed to Hu Xinzhu, his manner incomparably deferential and his etiquette beyond reproach. Then a dark golden torrent surged from above his head, and a pure, flawless divine radiance enveloped a three-meter-tall phantom of a God or Devil as it slowly rose from the top of Bilibili's head. This God or Devil was tall and mighty, utterly unlike Bilibili's own wretched, diminutive form. Twelve enormous demonic wings spread from his back—twice the six wings possessed by Bilibili's true body.
All the gods saw a soul brand at the core of that God or Devil phantom, radiating an imposing aura. It was this soul brand that completely held Bilibili's divine soul, life, and death in its grasp. With a single thought from the brand's owner, Bilibili would immediately be scattered in soul and spirit. Moreover, Solder, the God of Souls, accurately determined that this soul brand had been planted many years ago.
"That's right, he is a servant branded with a soul mark!" Though unwilling, Solder could only step forth to explain on Lin Qi's behalf. "Mm, actually, I greatly envy Lord Lin Qi. This one called Bilibili... a demon god? He should excel in the art of assassination. With such a powerful assassin at his side, Lord Lin Qi's enemies will surely be unable to sleep or eat in peace in the future."
Solder's words dug a neither too large nor too small pit for Lin Qi. The faces of all the Ashir gods who heard him changed. They cast Bilibili a horrified glance, and a hundred thousand measures of vigilance abruptly rose in their hearts—just as Solder had said, a god proficient in assassination, one with the terrifying strength of an upper-tier main god: if he wanted to kill someone, wouldn't it be as certain as ten