The God of War and the God of Pride's Bet

"Why is this route so familiar?"

Dai Mubai muttered to himself, his brow furrowing in the shadows.

"Feeling familiar, are you? Naturally, a beast who would attempt to rape his own wife would find it so."

A voice dripping with disdain rang out. The God of Pride grabbed Dai Mubai by the scruff of his neck and tossed him toward the ground as if he were trash.

"Why is there a fluctuation of divine power behind me?"

Sister Sanpao's figure faltered. She turned to look at the sea of clouds behind her, her brows knitting together.

That expanse of clouds was churning unnaturally, as if something had just pierced through it at extreme speed.

"When you encounter something, you can't just sit and wait for death. This excitement is something I, Sister Sanpao, am definitely going to join in on!"

A desolate desert.

Dai Mubai plummeted toward this wasteland like a kite with a broken string.

He slammed heavily into the desert floor. Dust billowed, gravel sprayed, and he rolled across the ground countless times before finally coming to a halt.

"Who? Who dares to ambush this God of War!"

Dai Mubai spat out a mouthful of sand and slowly stood up, his eyes burning with rage.

The God of Pride descended slowly from the sky, looking down at him with cold indifference. "God of War, you have quite the nerve. Is that woman someone you are even fit to covet?"

Upon seeing who it was, Dai Mubai felt a flicker of panic, but it was quickly eclipsed by anger. He certainly recognized the God of Pride.

The latter was known as the primary lackey under the God of Destruction and the leader of the Seven Deadly Sins.

Yet, despite this, as the God of War, he felt