Lu Qiufeng looked down at the God of Slaughter beneath his feet and said, "I originally thought defeating you would be difficult."
The God of Slaughter's mouth hung wide open, cracking sounds coming from his throat, yet he could not utter a single complete sentence.
"But when you fully voiced your true thoughts, I realized that you, this so-called Second-Level God, the God of Slaughter, were nothing more than this. You are neither righteous nor selfless. You still possess humanity's nature. You are as greedy as humans, as hypocritical as humans, and possess everything humans possess. Yet you have power humans do not, so you lost the conscience humans use to restrain their own nature. And now, the only thing that can bind you is the gods of the God Realm who stand above you. But when you learned that this was the inheritance ground of the Asura God, that restraint vanished for you as well."
Lu Qiufeng chuckled and continued, "I truly wonder what the Asura God, the enforcer of the God Realm and the one who represents absolute fairness among the Five Great God Kings, would think if he learned that he had a subordinate like you."
The God of Slaughter's gaze at Lu Qiufeng brimmed with resentment, but he could not move, much less do anything to Lu Qiufeng. He could only stare helplessly and listen as Lu Qiufeng's words gradually stripped away the glorious divine robes he had personally draped over himself since becoming a god.
He, too, was merely a human who had inherited a Godhood.
It was only that the time he had spent as a human was far too distant—so distant that, subconsciously, he had come to believe he had always been a god.
The self who had once been human, who had