But what awaited the God of Desire was not a body collapsing limply into her arms.
Lu Ren's two pairs of eyes remained clear, reflecting the shower of flowers dancing through the sky and the peerless beauties, without a trace of intoxication.
Lu Ren even had the leisure to smile.
"What a pity," he said. "As a matter of principle, I don't hit women."
The God of Desire's smile froze.
She instinctively tightened her arms, pouring more of her power of desire into the person in her embrace.
That power surged toward the depths of his soul like a tide, only to vanish like clay oxen entering the sea, unable to stir even a single ripple.
"But under normal circumstances, I don't distinguish between men and women."
Lu Ren raised a hand and waved it lightly.
In an instant, all the alluring illusions before him shattered inch by inch like a broken mirror.
The flowers vanished, the beauties vanished, and so did the fragrance that made one's bones go soft.
In their place stood the ruined, cold, gloomy great hall of Destruction Castle.
The God of Desire's pupils abruptly contracted.
After emerging from forcibly restraining Lu Ren with her power of desire, what she saw was the utterly bedraggled God of Wrath, God of Gluttony, and God of Devastation, Zhou Weiqing.
All three were injured and had retreated to the edge of the hall with unsteady presences, staring this way in shock and uncertainty.
"What-happened?"
The God of Desire stood rooted to the spot.
She had clearly only cast an illusion. How had all her companions ended up like this in the blink of an eye?
This was not what they had agreed on.
She was supposed to restrain him while the three of them attacked him.
While the God