The silence inside the great hall did not last long.
The fallen God of Devastation, Zhou Weiqing, was still twitching faintly in a pool of blood. Before anyone could recover from the shock of seeing him taken down in a single strike, another Invisible Slash appeared without a sound.
This time, its target was the God of Wrath.
"Shhh-"
The slashes fell fast and thick, sounding like a downpour pounding sheet metal.
Before the God of Wrath could even react, dense blade light had engulfed his entire body.
The sound of flesh being sliced apart rang out without pause. Every slash sank deep into his body, spraying strings of dark-red blood.
The God of Wrath let out one muffled roar after another. Flames of wrath churned madly around him as he tried to burn those slashes away.
But the slashes seemed endless. No sooner had his flames swallowed one wave than more surged out of the void, cutting through his flesh.
This continued for a full ten seconds.
Ten seconds later, the God of Wrath staggered back several steps, his feet stamping deep pits into the floor. Not a patch of skin on his body remained intact.
Blood poured from his countless wounds, staining the ground beneath his feet dark red.
Yet he still did not fall.
Lu Ren raised an eyebrow, a trace of surprise appearing in his eyes for the first time.
"What a tough body. You actually endured my slashes head-on for that long?"
He looked the God of Wrath up and down as though he had found an interesting toy.
"You almost had me wondering whether my Malevolent Shrine had gotten weaker."
He spoke lightly, but in truth, Malevolent Shrine was no longer the simple technique that could only make bricks fly through brute force.
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