Fear

In the India Lostbelt, the Omnipotent God once again raised his sword. The cycle of Yuga reached its final stage, a moment of purification once more. Arjuna cast his gaze upon the Daichi, and in this final battle of the Yuga, each person possessed only a quarter of the Dharma within their heart.

This has rendered their morality, kindness, and compassion almost nonexistent.

But it's only almost true; some important feelings still exist in people's hearts. At this moment, right below the vessel that the God of the End carries, several Kali are facing a family whose father and mother were destroyed in the previous Yuga.

Even this dilapidated house couldn't withstand Kali's attack; only two brothers remained, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, both of them would die here.

Even if they escape, they cannot outrun Kali. If they are injured, Arjuna will judge them and they will be destroyed as imperfect beings.

"Run!"

At this moment, the stronger boy raised his stick, letting his younger brother run away. This was a pointless act; the stick was no match for Kali, and the younger brother couldn't run far anyway. In this era, no one would be willing to open the door to save him.

The outcome will not change, the ending will not change.

Just like in a detective novel, once you know who the murderer is, the suspense disappears, and the reader's interest vanishes. Therefore, this scene naturally wouldn't attract any attention from Arjuna, the god.

That's how it should be.

A thought flashed through his mind, and in an instant, a steed as magnificent as the Starry Night galloped away. The monstrous beasts covered in scales were trampled underfoot, like a child's mound of dirt being rolled over by a wheel.

God noticed the problem.

God must be ruthless; only in this way can He resolutely carry out His judgment. God is an instrument, a symbol, a concept. He cannot be swayed by "brotherly affection."

What exactly happened? Is there something wrong with me? If there are flaws in my own heart, then I shouldn't be taking on this responsibility, and I shouldn't be wielding this sword.

God looked around, and everything around him spoke of his achievements.

Yes, he was absolutely qualified to achieve this. It was someone who planted obstacles in his path after he, this perfect machine, was created. Arjuna's gaze darkened, and black flames ignited within him.

"What are you doing, Arjuna!" The voice of the Mahadeva echoed in his mind.

"Correct my flaws." The power of time unfolds at this moment; everything around us stands still, like a fluttering butterfly instantly transformed into a specimen.

"You cannot go back to the past; if you do, everything will change."

The Mahadeva were warning Arjuna, but Arjuna seemed unconcerned. He gazed into the distance and murmured, "I am not asking for your consent; I am asking for that time over there, and for you over there."

The pitch-black light devoured everything. Yuga, this ever-flowing era, stopped at this moment, stopped because of his actions.

Bai Mo scanned the crowd around him, and almost everyone present felt a chill, as if a knife was stuck in their throats, including the Pandavas. The leader, Yudhishthira, shrank back, seemingly wanting to hide, while Bai Mo pointed directly at him.

You just wait for me when you get back.

Yudhishthira drew this conclusion from Bai Mo's actions.

Bai Mo turned his gaze back to the crowd. With a flick of his wrist, he threw someone out. Duryodhana and the others widened their eyes in shock; it was Dushasana. At this moment, Dushasana's hand had been dislocated, and he looked like a cat that had been trampled by an elephant.

But he was still breathing; the person who did the attack had inflicted maximum damage while ensuring he remained alive.

"You're Dushasana... you bastard!"

Seeing that the Duryodhana was about to charge forward, the horse Ashwatthama and used all its strength to stop him.

"Let me go, Ashwatthama! Aren't you a warrior who worships Shiva? Why are you stopping me?" Although he said this, Duryodhana stopped in his tracks when he was blocked like this. Hearing this, Ashwatthama looked at him with a speechless expression.

Generally speaking, warriors who believe in Shiva shouldn't be afraid, but is that really the case? At this moment, he really wanted to curse Duryodhana. "You've already won the gamble, why don't you just go and take over the land of Yudhishthira? Why did you have to go after that Draupadi?"

His own father had finally reconciled with King Drupada, and now they're going to become mortal enemies again.

"What's wrong?" Bai Mo looked up at Duryodhana. At that moment, Duryodhana felt as if his heart was squeezing his bronchi. He took a deep breath, suppressed his heartbeat, and then pointed a finger at Bai Mo accusingly.

"What are you doing, you bastard? You're already so strong, why are you doing this? Don't you feel any shame? Who gave you this power? Vishnu? Brahma? Using this power to bully us, don't you feel ashamed?"

Duryodhana pointed at Bai Mo and scolded him. At this moment, he was like a pure child who had just been washed clean in the bathtub. Bai Mo glanced at Nan Di on the Dushasana, and then his eyes slowly opened. Duryodhana quickly grabbed his heart with one large hand.

This is a fear originating in the subconscious mind.

Like a deer facing a lion, running away is the only thing to do.

"How strange!" Bai Mo scoffed. "You condemn me for bullying the weak, yet you can so readily try to humiliate Draupadi? It's the same thing, so why are you only condemning me now?"

"Oh, it's because of your younger brother who was bullied this time, right?"

"You..."

Before Duryodhana finish speaking, Bai Mo appeared before him like a ghost, holding something in his hand.

With a muffled thud, the object fell to the ground, sending shards of stone flying. It was an iron pestle inlaid with gemstones, its golden patterns swirling like auspicious clouds, giving it an incomparably noble appearance.

This is an Duryodhana weapon, his iron pestle.

"What do you want? Do you want me to suppress my power and be at the same level as you?" Bai Mo said, and the Ryougi Heaven-Imprisoning Enkidu naturally appeared, binding his body.

"Shall I give you thirty moves first?" Beginning and End, hidden beneath his clothes, seemed to obey his master's command, temporarily concealing his claws.

"Alright, Duryodhana, hurry up and choose... or do you want them all?" Bai Mo looked into Duryodhana's eyes, and at that moment, Duryodhana subconsciously avoided his gaze, not daring to meet his eyes.

"Pick up your weapon." Bai Mo's words were calm, but the Duryodhana in front of him seemed to have been struck by lightning. He subconsciously reached out to take his weapon, but was stopped.

Tick-tock, tick-tock...

Sweat dripped down like raindrops. He looked down and saw his arms trembling uncontrollably, like water droplets in a frying pan. His brain, Duryodhana feel it, was stopping him, telling him not to reach out, not to touch that iron rod.

If you raise your weapon, then you have accepted the fight.

He would die, he was certain to die. Even if the person before him bound his own power, even if he let him strike first without retaliating, he could still kill him. He couldn't imagine the possibility of victory against Duryodhana a force. At this moment, his brain, his subconscious, his soul were all retreating, unwilling to touch that iron pestle.

"You can act recklessly towards unarmed women, and resort to gambling and outsiders when facing the Pandavas. And now? You, a Kshatriya, won't even pick up a weapon?" Bai Mo whispered coldly in his ear.

"You're very weak."