A gigantic palm descended from the heavens and slammed Ao Liu brutally into the earth.
Everyone was dumbfounded by the sight. Why had a palm suddenly appeared? Why had such a palm fallen from the sky when Wang Qi had clearly done nothing?
Ao Liu did not care about any of that. Amid the billowing dust, he roared, "Fuck your mother! Which bitch ambushed me?"
The roar carried above the sea of clouds, and even Wang Qi heard it clearly. Ao Liu formed a Magic Seal with both hands, forcibly mending the Divine Body Wang Qi had just cleaved apart. The ancient Demon Race wind god, crowned with a snake ornament and bearing four arms and wings, let out a roar like a tiger's howl. That cry commanded the air to gather into wind as he surged upward against it.
Meanwhile, the palm in the sky descended steadily.
Under the collision of the two forces, Ao Liu was blasted back into the soil for the second time. The shockwave from their clash shoved aside the clouds overhead. It was as though a hole had been punched through the sea of clouds. In that cloudless sky, the attacker revealed himself.
He was, astonishingly, another god. He stood a hundred meters tall, with regular features, wearing a black gauze cap and an official's robe. His sleeves were broad and his hem sweeping, embroidered with two-inch scattered flowers without branches or leaves. A peacock danced across his chest, while a ferocious tiger crouched upon his back. A golden fish pouch hung at his side, a long belt with jade clasps girded his waist, and a seal floated above his head like a magic treasure.
The Grand Capital Prefect. The city god of Divine Capital, the true "control console" of Divine Capital's divine-path system.