Speaking of which, the Holy Spirit possessing Count Hous had truly been rather unlucky.
His methods were exceedingly brilliant. Even a deity like Wenna, the War God, an expert even among powerful divine powers, would not have noticed anything unusual about him without observing him at close range. And with his abilities, the moment a powerful divine power observed him up close, he would immediately sense it and respond accordingly.
Yet man proposed, Heaven disposed. Sui Xiong's powers of perception were utterly unlike those of ordinary divine powers—precisely the sort he could not detect. Moreover, Sui Xiong's understanding of souls far surpassed that of ordinary gods. Thus, none of his concealment methods had any effect; he was exposed at a glance.
If only Sui Xiong had been here, perhaps being exposed would not have mattered. At most, Sui Xiong would have thought this person's soul was abnormally powerful, perhaps some demon from hell had seized a mortal body or something—given Sui Xiong's intellect and his impression of gods and Holy Spirits, he would never have guessed in the direction of "Holy Spirit possession."
In his view, gods still had to follow rules when doing things, still had to possess at least a little bottom line. Even someone as evil as the God of Fear... ah, no, that one did not count. That fellow really did seem to have no bottom line whatsoever.
But the God of Fear was already dead, and that group of equally bottomless subordinates and allies had died as well. The one who had sent them on their way was none other than Sui Xiong himself.
Sui Xiong had always detested people who would stop at nothing to achieve their ends. He believed the most suitable future for such people was to become quiet corpses, giving back