Meanwhile, in the Divine Realm.
At the center of the grand hall, a crystal ball clearly showed the tragedy unfolding in the lower realm.
In the scene, a purple-haired little boy swung a grass whip, lazily lashing the butt of a golden-haired little girl dangling in midair.
The red-haired little girl, far from resisting, even had a strange blush on her face.
Watching this, God of Trickery was so excited his mustache trembled. He slapped his thigh and cried out:
"Congratulations, my lord! My lord, congratulations!"
"Young Master Doudou seems to have grasped the essence of evil! The strong should ruthlessly bully the weak! That's the true meaning of evil!!!"
Asura God wasn't as overjoyed as God of Trickery. Instead, he shook his head, looking like he was disappointed in a promising student. "Tsk, it's certainly not bad, but Doudou's technique is far too crude."
He pointed at the vines in the crystal ball. "Look at how loosely those vines are wrapped. There's no artistry to it at all. If I were tying her up, I'd leave not so much as a gap and make sure she couldn't move an inch. Now that would be art."
Beside him, Rakshasa God was peeling a grape. She rolled her eyes and said irritably, "You're tying up a prisoner. Doudou's bullying someone. Those aren't the same thing, okay?"
Just then, God of Evil and God of Destruction stared as if they'd discovered a new continent, then cried out in unison:
"Doudou's being so awful!"
God of Evil clutched his chest, looking utterly devastated. "He won't even spare a little girl! He's simply despicable!"
"Exactly!"
God of Destruction chimed in. "That's not just being bad. He's a born evil little brat! I was so wrong about him. So this is his true nature!"
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