The So-Called God of War? A Complete Mess!

Two streaks of light tore through space and flashed past the Papal Hall.

Blood-red currents swirled around Qian Cheng as he swept his gaze over Tang San and the others with a hint of amused scrutiny.

Qian Daoliu gripped a Gilded Longsword, the angelic patterns on its sheath glinting coldly in the morning light as his gaze locked onto Dai Mubai, who was radiating golden light.

"Qian Cheng, you finally dared crawl out of the Papal Hall's turtle shell!"

Tang San's voice brimmed with suppressed fury.

The Rakshasa Demon Scythe clenched in his right hand suddenly erupted with black mist. The hooks along its blade gleamed with devouring coldness as they pointed directly at Qian Cheng's face.

Tang San could clearly feel the convergence of Asura God Power and Rakshasa Divine Power within his body. The power of Dual God Integration filled him with confidence.

A mere Spirit Hall could be destroyed with a wave of his hand!

"Oh? Dual God Integration of Rakshasa and Asura? It seemed you had come across some opportunities over the years."

Qian Cheng's gaze fell upon the two-colored divine power circulating around Tang San, and an interested curve formed at the corner of his lips.

"Opportunities? This is power I traded my life for!"

"And today will be the day you die!"

Tang San's aura suddenly became sharp and forceful, while the demonic sword and scythe in his hands exuded terrifying might.

He had absolute confidence that, empowered by the strength of two gods, no matter how strong Qian Cheng was, he could never be his match.

"You are the God of War they spoke of? You are merely a brash little brat with divine power but not a shred of skill."

Qian Daoliu looked Dai Mubai up and down as though he were