["God of Speed": Dai Mubai loves his golden hair the most—used it to charm quite a few goddess-tier girls. Then strip him bald for me!]
["God of Speed": Have Tang San and Dai Mubai pluck out every strand of each other's body hair!]
Huh?
That intense?
'Uh, Dai Mubai's still wearing a loincloth. Should I activate a divine skill to blow it off?'
["God of Speed": Oh right, I forgot. Just strip the upper body hair then!]
Fine.
But that request felt even more deranged than the tongue-kissing dare—Diyi Hong couldn't even bring himself to say it out loud.
"Sigh, it's boring if I just pick the punishment directly."
"Let's spice things up a bit."
He pulled out a stack of paper and, right in front of everyone, began scribbling down a variety of punishments.
Hug someone of the opposite sex for 10 seconds!
Hang a 10 kg weight from your groin!
Use your tongue to tie a bow on someone else's waistband!
He wrote over a hundred of them in one go, leaving everyone present with goosebumps.
Too savage!
And he wasn't done yet.
Diyi Hong even handed out paper and pens to everyone.
"Write a punishment too. If it gets drawn and I like it, you can skip your punishment once."
Everyone's eyes lit up!
To please Diyi Hong?
Then of course, the more "fun", the better!
He snuck in a few more slips of his own—including the one suggested by the God of Speed.
As he collected the slips, he gave them a quick glance.
Whoa!
Naked horse dance, publicly confess a dark secret, rub chili paste on your privates….
Each one more brutal than the last!
Using rocks, he shaped a raffle box and tossed all the slips inside.
Diyi Hong reached in to "draw" a punishment—
—With the help of mental scanning, he simply picked the one he wanted.
"Pluck all the hair off each other's bodies!"
"Tsk tsk!"
"Now this is a punishment. Who wrote it?"
The scene went dead silent. Everyone stared at each other with wide eyes.
"What, no one dares admit it?" Diyi Hong raised an eyebrow. "Fine then, number 10 and number 5, you're up."
Tang San almost ground his teeth into powder!
Looking at the number 5 card in his hand—how was it him again?!
He looked up.
And met eyes with a similarly grim-faced Dai Mubai.
The two of them: "…"
"How exactly do we pluck?" Dai Mubai asked discreetly. "You know, I've got some… inconvenient areas."
Diyi Hong feigned realization.
"Then Dai Mubai just plucks from the waist up. Tang San gets the full treatment."
"Why?!" Tang San snapped. "I demand equal treatment!"
"Are you crazy?" Dai Mubai yelled back. "You want me to pluck my f***ing crotch hair?!"
Tang San froze.
Huh?
Imagining himself lifting with one hand, plucking with the other…
A shiver of disgust ran down his spine!
"Fine, that's fair enough."
Dai Mubai curled his lips and turned to face Tang San.
Nowhere to start.
Tang San felt the same.
If he went too hard, Dai Mubai would definitely retaliate.
"What are you two waiting for?" Diyi Hong added fuel to the fire. "Whoever finishes last has to show off the results."
How do you show off hair plucking?
Strip naked, of course.
The two hesitated for a moment, then their eyes turned fierce. Without warning, they each grabbed a handful of the other's hair and yanked with the force of uprooting weeds—nearly tearing off scalp!
The crowd winced as chills ran down their spines.
That brutal?
Before anyone could comment, Diyi Hong activated Healing Light, carefully controlling the effect—he stopped the bleeding but didn't regrow the hair.
"Ah—!"
"Hngh—!"
Both of them let out screams of pain and satisfaction.
Then began a frantic competition: rapid-fire plucking from both sides. Blonde and black hair flew everywhere.
Hair, eyebrows, eyelashes, armpit hair…
In the end, Dai Mubai lost. He had to pluck his… crotch hair.
Tang San finished first.
"Haha!" Tang San bared his teeth in a grin. "Sorry, Boss Dai—I win!"
Dai Mubai: "…"
Sure, now you call me Boss?
But Dai Mubai wasn't made of paper.
He deliberately slowed down, took out a pair of tweezers, and caught a very specific hair on Tang San. One tug—yank.
Important detail:
He pulled it out.
Tang San's face contorted in pain!
Diyi Hong casually raised his hand and conjured a wall to shield Ning Rongrong's view.
No peeking.
Chao Tianxiang also covered Meng Yiran's eyes.
"So tiny," Oscar mumbled quietly.
He meant to give Tang San a little face.
But Tang San didn't care about face anymore.
He shot Oscar a death glare, then glared furiously at Dai Mubai.
Couldn't he be faster?
Plucking one hair at a time—was he trying to torture him?!
Dai Mubai pretended not to hear. He was all about that slow and steady technique…
Tang San was boiling with hatred.
You have chosen the path of death!!!
["Angel God": Is all of this real? A livestream from the past?]
["Rakshasa God": Done watching. How does it feel?]
["Angel God": I hate it! I hate how weak I was! I hate Tang San for breaking his word!]
["Angel God": Back then when I lost and he spared me, he promised I'd get a second chance!]
["Angel God": But just as I admitted defeat and turned to leave, he ambushed me! Used the Asura Sword to shatter my godhood!]
["Angel God": Otherwise, even if I had to self-destruct, I wouldn't have let my godhood be destroyed. I would've preserved the Angel legacy!]
["Angel God": I hate him! How could I have trusted such a vile man?!]
["Angel God": Tang San deserves to die! Torn to pieces! Scattered soul and shattered spirit!!!]
Diyi Hong understood.
So that's the "ambush" she's talking about.
["Phoenix God": Huh? So that's what happened. No wonder Qian Renxue looked so dumbfounded when her godhood shattered.]
["God of Speed": Trusting a hidden weapon assassin—that's just naïve.]
["Nine-Colored Goddess": Tang San's disgusting. He already had the upper hand, and still had to pull a cheap shot.]
["Phoenix God": No worries. Now that he's in our livestream, we'll torture the little bastard until he begs for death!]
After a while, someone asked:
["Rakshasa God": God King of Destruction—if one's godhood is shattered and spirit power abolished, is there still a path to cultivation?]
A mother will always care, even if she says she wants her daughter dead.
["God King of Destruction 002": There is a way to recover lost spirit power. A 100,000-year soul beast can perform a blood sacrifice under the laws of the world—it will reconstruct the recipient's meridians until they can bear the gift.]
["God King of Destruction 002": But since the Angel God already ascended and fused her spirit into a godhood—which is now broken—she likely can't absorb spirit rings anymore.]
["God King of Destruction 002": To grow stronger again, she'll need a new spirit. The only natural path is through a God-Gifted Spirit.]
A God-Gifted Spirit?
In her era, Tang San already wielded two godhoods.
Which god would grant her one?
["God of Emotion": If it was that time period, Brother Tianmeng was still sleeping in the Ice Crystal Cavern of the Extreme North. I can try to convince him to sacrifice himself willingly—it could grant you a blank spirit.]
["God of Emotion": Even without a spirit, Brother Tianmeng could become your new one.]
["God King of Destruction 002": The Extreme North… that reminds me, wasn't the Ice God's legacy left deep in the farthest northern reaches?]
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