The Rakshasa God had no words to refute the Angel God's rebuke. She lowered her head in embarrassed silence.
She truly had been careless.
After all, the Rakshasa God's current strength was a full thirty levels of Divine Power above the Sea God's—thirty levels of Divine Power!
How could the Sea God possibly withstand a serious palm strike from the Rakshasa God?
Wasn't that like a Title Douluo fighting a Soul Emperor? It was a joke.
The more the Angel God thought about it, the angrier she became. She almost wanted to give the Rakshasa God a beating herself.
"Speak!"
"Did you do it on purpose, or was it an accident?"
The Rakshasa God fell silent for a moment before saying, "It should have been an accident, but I definitely didn't intentionally have an accident."
"You know our current strength hasn't been properly practiced yet. I got careless for a moment just now, so my strike was a little too heavy."
"I..."
The more the Angel God thought about it, the angrier she got. She raised her hand and fiercely slapped down toward the barren mountain where the Sea God had fallen.
Bang!
A deafening boom rang out.
The Sea God had just suffered a heavy blow and had only barely crawled out from a crack in the rocks when the Angel God slapped him back in again.
"Puh—"
The Sea God was smashed back into the crater, spitting out a mouthful of black blood. He had completely lost his former high spirits and looked as though his strength was exhausted, ready to die at any moment.
The Rakshasa God and Angel God flew down. Looking at the half-dead Sea God, they felt thoroughly annoyed. Was he really this bad at taking a beating?
The Sea God looked at the