This Deity Didn't Go Peacefully

"At a time like this, you have to be joking, right?"

Liu Zheng looked at the flattened Shaoming Konguna and spoke.

The voice had come from his mouth, which had been crushed into a little pancake.

"Mortal, you simply do not understand. Even if you kill me here, I will not truly die."

Shaoming Konguna said.

"Then what are you afraid of?"

Liu Zheng curled his lip.

"Being defeated by a mortal would utterly disgrace me, and condensing a new divine body will take time. During that period, I cannot leave or enjoy the pleasures of the mortal world. That is simply more painful than death."

"And once I condense a new divine body, I will spare no expense. Even if I must sacrifice all the wealth and divine power I have accumulated, I will avenge today's humiliation."

"But if you spare me, I will swear an oath. Not only will I not retaliate, I will also gift you a great deal of wealth."

Shaoming Konguna said.

"Is that so? Then how long will it take you to condense a divine body?"

He asked.

"I am the God of Healing. Condensing a divine body takes only around ten years."

Shaoming Konguna said proudly.

A mere ten years was but the flick of a finger, even to mortals.

After all, considering the average lifespan of Metropolis residents, anyone who failed to live past a hundred had basically not died of natural causes.

"Oh."

Liu Zheng expressionlessly stomped down with a hoof, then ground it twice.

This time, Shaoming Konguna was completely unable to speak.

Ten years? If he could stay in Metropolis for ten years, then let alone Sukuna, even Sukuna's father, Takamimusubi, would be easy prey.

Of course, the system might deliberately screw him over and send him straight into