Without a doubt, the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King's impotent rage inside the room just now had been livestreamed in real time right under Rakshasa God's nose.
The King of Slaughter, who ruled supreme over this land of depravity? Put bluntly, he was nothing more than a guard-pet she had casually kept in captivity back then.
"That idiot was lucky he held himself back just now. If he'd made a move and caused major trouble, even I would have been dragged down with him."
Within the God Realm, Rakshasa God rubbed her throbbing temples, irritation flashing through her eyes.
Her greatest wish now was to quickly pass on her divine position, then dust off her hands and roam the vast universe in peace and freedom.
Yet there were always blind fools rushing to make trouble for her.
If Tang San died on her turf, those old geezers in the God Realm would tear down the Rakshasa God Hall.
"Looks like once that boy inheriting the Sea God's legacy leaves Slaughter City, there'll be no need to keep that little bat around."
Rakshasa God's gaze turned cold, her intent to kill set.
As long as there was no evidence left behind, even if the God Realm wanted to investigate, they would never find any hard proof.
When it came to those underhanded dealings that could not see the light of day, all she had to do was deny everything, and no one could do a thing to her.
Though perhaps, maybe, the matter of Tang Chen, Asura God's chosen inheritor back then, had indeed been her doing.
But hadn't Asura God enjoyed it as well?
The scene returned to Slaughter City.
After running into a wall with Tang San, the King of Slaughter was furious, but he truly did not dare