The God of Slaughter's heart sank. His first instinct was that Qian Daoliu was humiliating him-a dignified Second-Level God, transformed into this grotesque creature with an ox's head and a human body.
But he knew full well that he had no right to resist. He could only bury his resentment deep in his heart, not daring to let even a trace of it show.
Yet in the next instant, he felt a new power surging within him, and his resentment was instantly replaced by shock.
This power was not the God of Slaughter's Divine Power he had once known, but the Power of Rules previously imposed upon his Divine Soul. Its vastness far exceeded his understanding of the power of a God Position.
He could clearly feel that he had formed a close connection with the entire Netherworld Underworld: the waters of the River of the Underworld, the soul flames of Hell, the surrounding souls, and even the Underworld's operating rules and his own duties all poured into his Divine Soul.
These duties bore some resemblance to his former role governing slaughter. They involved guiding departed souls, administering punishments, and overseeing the Underworld, but in terms of power, they stood far above the God of Slaughter's God Position.
"There is no need to be surprised."
Qian Daoliu interrupted the God of Slaughter's thoughts, his tone calm.
"This position of 'Ox-Head' may appear to be that of a ghostly officer, but it actually holds the authority to enforce punishments throughout the Netherworld Underworld. It is one of the Underworld's core positions. The power you have received comes directly from the rules of the netherworld, and it is far more immense than that of your former God Position."
The God of Slaughter hurriedly bowed, his voice brimming with respect and gratitude.
"Thank