Qian Xunji naturally ignored her snide remark. His expression unchanged, he clasped his hands and gave a perfunctory salute:
"I've long heard of the Light God's exquisite grace. Seeing you today, you certainly live up to your reputation. Since your temple doesn't welcome visitors, I was presumptuous to come. Until next time."
With that, Qian Xunji turned and headed out of the hall.
But the moment he turned, his steps halted.
At some point, an ink-black figure had silently appeared before the hall's broad entrance.
Viscous dark power enveloped him from head to toe, like a mass of thick ink that would not dissolve, sealing off the escape route outside.
On the dais behind him, the Light God let out a clear, lilting laugh:
"Oh my, Angel God, you're making me feel a little embarrassed. Why don't you ask my husband?"
The God of Darkness at the entrance said nothing. The black mist around him churned slightly as he stared coldly at Qian Xunji.
He offered no words, but his malice had already answered.
Standing in the center of the hall, Qian Xunji swept his gaze over the two First-Level Gods, one light and one dark, and his heart sank.
Why did this couple harbor such malice toward me?
Was it because I'd claimed the Angel God Position and indirectly stolen the Light God's power?
Or... was someone on the God Realm Committee deliberately using these two fools to test the true depths of my strength?
Whatever the reason, the situation before him was already clear.
"Looks like I won't be walking out that door today." Qian Xunji lowered his hands, his eyelids drooping slightly.
In the next instant, golden divine power erupted in the center of the hall like an exploding volcano!
"Angel, what are you doing?!" The Light