"You're courting death."
Bibi Dong spat the words coldly.
Her Rakshasa God Armor silently released a cloud of purple-black death qi, and the enormous Rakshasa Demon Scythe behind her turned half a circle in the void.
Riiip!
The God of Speed felt the light around him suddenly dim. The air on every side became a sticky mire of corpse poison, and his lightning-fast figure seemed to crash into an enormous spiderweb, stopping dead in midair.
"Rakshasa... how can you be this fast!"
The God of Speed's eyes bulged.
Before he could wrench himself free and retreat, the Demon Scythe in Bibi Dong's hand became a thin, sickly green line and swept soundlessly across his neck.
Too fast, and far too venomous.
Splat!
His head flew into the air. Before the golden divine blood spurting from his neck could hit the ground, Rakshasa Death Qi corroded it into black ash.
The God of Speed's divine soul had barely tried to escape through the crown of his head when the Demon Scythe's hook caught it and tore it to shreds.
A First-Level Main God had died on the spot without even touching the carriage curtain!
"The God of Speed has fallen!"
The Food God, the Nine-Colored Goddess, and the dozens of Divine Officials following behind all froze at the sight, their faces deathly pale.
Back in the Divine Realm, these people usually did little more than flap their lips. They had not fought anyone in earnest with their lives on the line for tens of thousands of years.
Now, in their first battle after descending to the mortal world, the vanguard had fought for less than half an incense stick's burning time, yet the Fire God had been sent flying, the Water God was gravely injured and vomiting blood, and even the