Lin Xin and the God of Joy's strength gap had not actually been that great. If they had truly faced each other head-on, Lin Xin would still have been far weaker than the God of Joy.
Yet the final outcome was that he had used a vast number of soul-creature insects to gather intelligence, passed the God of Joy's route to his enemy, the Enslaved Ha Clan, and ultimately used the Enslaved Ha Clan to grievously wound him.
Then he had acted himself and picked up an easy bargain.
A mere light injury had left the God of Joy completely unable to resist.
"The Phantom Light Clan... What a pity I have matters to attend to and cannot remain in the outer regions for long. Otherwise, if I could travel through your clan's territory, the gains I would obtain would likely far exceed imagination..."
Lin Xin's injuries had already healed perfectly, as though nothing had happened.
He walked up to the God of Joy. Looking down at him from above, his gaze held greed, longing, satisfaction, and madness.
All manner of twisted and dangerous things were present—except the emotions a normal living being should possess.
"Even if you kill me, what can you gain? There is no position that requires us to stand opposed to one another. We even have enemies we must face together." The God of Joy was unexpectedly calm as he tried to persuade Lin Xin, attempting to win himself a path to survival.
"Indeed, there is no opposing position." Lin Xin revealed a faint smile.
Then he abruptly reached out and seized the cluster of blue light that was the God of Joy's head.
Puff!!
At that same instant, at a speed beyond even a blink, the God of Joy's arms, blazing with intense blue radiance,