But Xia Ping's ability to kill the God of Trickery had also been a matter of favorable timing, terrain, and people.
First, the God of Trickery had already been seriously wounded and was in a weakened state. Compared to its prime, it had become far weaker, making it naturally easier to deal with.
Second, the God of Trickery was not an Evil God skilled in combat. With careful calculation against an unsuspecting foe, it had not even had time to unleash the power of its authority before Xia Ping schemed it to death.
Lastly, there had been the Samsara Pen's assistance. Without the Samsara Pen, he likely could not have broken through the God of Trickery's godhead at all. Without that, he could not have slain the God of Trickery and refined its soul.
Thus, his slaying of the God of Trickery this time could be considered luck—a miracle unseen since ancient times.
It was simply too difficult for a demigod to kill a lower god.
Lower gods were not merely incredibly difficult to kill. Aside from the effect of their authorities, they also possessed divine power. A single wisp of divine power could crush ten thousand wisps of mana.
The two kinds of power were not on the same level at all.
Moreover, divine power possessed immense corrosiveness. Once it invaded a Saint's body, it would inevitably shatter the Saint's flesh and soul; they simply could not withstand it.
But no matter what, he had successfully slain a lower god this time.
This also gave Xia Ping a clearer understanding of the strength of gods.
At that moment, the many Evil God followers also witnessed this scene, and they nearly went mad.
"No way, Lord God is dead? What kind of joke is this? What kind of joke is