"Wow, you're really dead as hell."
Sitting on Gilgamesh's chest, Fang Mo looked down at the King of Heroes beneath her with a teasing grin. "I haven't even put in any effort yet. How did trash like you already go down?"
"Shut up, brat."
But Gilgamesh, lying on the ground, suddenly spoke again. "This king acknowledges your strength. But you'd best stop trying to provoke me."
"Oh my, this is the first time I've heard someone make cowardice sound so righteous."
Fang Mo gave Gilgamesh absolutely no face, openly mocking him. "I am the Leader of the Divine Realm, the Lord of Cubes, the White Tiger Martial God, the Earth Emperor. These are the status and renown held by my endless incarnations. Each one is stronger than the last. I insult those who refuse to obey me. What's wrong with that?"
"You..."
"Even if it is wrong, that's the fault of the masses, the fault of idiots, the fault of the weak! Because they don't possess my mad—my world-shaking wisdom and strength!"
After saying all that, Fang Mo looked at the somewhat startled Gilgamesh beneath her and suddenly revealed a wicked smile. Her beautiful wine-red eyes glinted with a crazed, bloodthirsty light as she asked, "Do you remember what I just told you?"
"What did you say..."
Gilgamesh asked instinctively.
"Ha! You said my feet were dirty, so I'm going to stuff this filthy thing into your mouth!"
Fang Mo threw back her head and laughed. Then, taking advantage of the moment Gilgamesh spoke, she stepped forward. Her pale, translucent toes went straight into his mouth. "Eat it! This is a brand-new foot that grew out less than a few minutes ago... It's fragrant!"
"?!"
Gilgamesh's face instantly filled with extreme shock, and his pupils contracted sharply.
"Hahahaha! It went