That bastard Poseidon actually dared to curse and shout outside her Divine Temple. Wasn't that a slap in her face?!
Although the person he was cursing was the Food God, this was her Divine Temple!
That made her look bad too.
"Heh heh." Rakshasa gave two gloomy chuckles. "Poseidon, Poseidon, you've really gotten bold lately."
Rakshasa rose to her feet. Her right hand clenched around empty air as purple light flashed, and the Rakshasa Demon Scythe appeared in her grasp. She strode toward the doors.
The Food God and the Nine-Colored Goddess followed after her.
Creak—
The doors of the Rakshasa God Divine Temple opened. A smile had just appeared on Poseidon's face, but the moment he saw Rakshasa walk out of the temple, his expression instantly turned ugly.
"Th-this... this... this... Rakshasa!? Why are you here!?" Poseidon did not even think before blurting it out.
A mocking smile curled across Rakshasa's lips. "Poseidon, have you been doing so much handiwork with your High Priestess naked lately that your intelligence has dropped along with it? This is my Divine Temple! Is it strange for me to be here!? I'd like to ask you instead: what are you trying to do by cursing and shouting outside my Divine Temple? Are you dissatisfied with me? Or are you dissatisfied with Asura and trying to use this to challenge his authority?!"
"Gasp—"
Rakshasa's words were nothing short of shocking. Every god whose attention had been drawn here by Poseidon's commotion sucked in a breath.
Challenge the authority of the Asura God?
Where did Poseidon get the nerve?
Had Poseidon forgotten how he had nearly been killed by the divine power avatars of the Evil God King and the Destruction God King?
He could not even defeat divine power avatars of God Kings, let