At Zhao Fu's command, the many goddesses quickly wrote letter after letter and had them delivered to the thirteen divine factions.
"Outrageous! Their Pantheon of Myriad Gods is made up of only five factions. Their power is nothing to fear, yet they dare speak to me like this? They simply do not take me seriously!"
A burly man in black sat at the head of the hall, his face filled with fury as he spoke.
A general in armor beside him said coldly, "Since the Pantheon of Myriad Gods is being so arrogant, we must make them taste the price of arrogance, as well as the consequences of slighting our god. They must not be forgiven."
A handsome young man in white said indignantly, "I also support attacking the Pantheon of Myriad Gods. They dare treat our god like this—they deserve to die ten thousand times over. Let them bear our god's wrath."
"We all agree to attack the Pantheon of Myriad Gods and make them pay for their arrogant actions. Let them witness our god's might."
Those present also bowed and spoke in unison. The atmosphere turned solemn and murderous, with a faint undercurrent of heated blood.
No wars had broken out nearby in recent years, and the various generals had grown dormant. They also wanted to use war to rekindle their vigor and earn greater favor from their god.
The man in black had the same intention. His faction had become far too peaceful, and the number of people who believed in him was only that much. He was already dissatisfied and needed more faith. The only way was to annex the factions of other gods.
Now that the generals all agreed, the man in black rose from his chair with a domineering smile, just about to speak.