"Brat... you dare to challenge me, a god?" The war god's roar echoed through the air, laden with nothing but the purest hatred.
His red hair seemed to be on fire, floating with the pressure radiating from his body.
His muscles swelled, and his enormous axe returned to his hand with a bang.
"A god? A god of what?" Qingyi flashed a smile full of contempt. "Of sexually frustrated cuckolds? Hahaha."
The sight of the God of War expanding his power, his aura exploding around him, caused Qingyi no shock.
He had faced insanely powerful enemies so many times that there was little that could still surprise him.
"You..." The god of war choked on the insult, his eyes bloodshot.
In his entire long life, never, ever, had anyone dared to treat him that way.
"I am a god, boy! My name is destruction, my realm is war, and a thousand deaths will not make up for this disrespect!" The roar echoed like that of a bloodthirsty beast.
