Fear finally crushed his anger and humiliation completely. Champa's body went limp on the ground, leaving only heavy, despairing breaths that sounded especially piercing within the deathly silent temple.
"No!" Champa struggled up from the rubble, his teeth clenched tight. Purple blood dripped from the corner of his mouth onto the scorched ground, hissing as it fell.
His face twitched with extreme unwillingness, the pride of a God of Destruction clashing madly in his eyes with his current wretched state.
"I am a mighty God of Destruction, ruler of a universe! Why should I bow my head to a mortal?" His voice was hoarse, yet he still tried his best to preserve his dignity as it echoed through the silent ruins of space.
Chen Feng turned around and stood atop a floating stellar corpse, the hem of his clothes utterly still in the near-vacuum of space.
Only those calm eyes slowly turned toward Champa.
The corners of his mouth rose slightly—not in mockery, but with the indifference of someone who had seen through everything.
"It seems Lord Champa's pride hasn't been worn down after all."
"Not convinced!" Champa suddenly threw back his head, veins bulging in his neck. His roar erupted alongside purple divine power, pulverizing the surrounding debris into dust.
"You're only relying on that damned cosmic will favoring you! If we fought head-on with everything we had, you might not be able to beat me!"
Not far away, the angel Vados floated in the air, her slender fingers resting on her staff. A trace of helplessness and concern crossed her face.
She was just about to speak when Chen Feng stopped her with a casual yet firm gesture.
"Since Lord Champa is still unconvinced," Chen Feng said calmly, without even a hint of anger in his voice, though