"Let him know, that even if one offends my Lord’s divine might, even if they are deities, they will undoubtedly die!"
As Mr. Tu finished speaking, the blood in the room gradually faded.
The oppressive atmosphere completely disappeared.
Mr. Tu slowly stood up, but his expression remained grave.
Hunting the ’Fierce God’... is inevitably extremely difficult.
It is unknown how many prices must be paid, how many lives lost, how many demon monsters and evil spirits will be obliterated...
But all of this is worth it.
Moreover, that Fierce God is still young, the divine rank is only second grade, and the innate divine ability is not yet fully developed; no matter how strong, it is limited.
If not killed now, it will undoubtedly become a great threat in the future!
That Fierce God...
Scenes of what he saw at the disappearance of his remnant soul involuntarily floated in Mr. Tu’s mind.
Golden light filled the sky, a young divine body, a simple yet terrifying "divine sword."
This vision was what he ’inferred.’
After the remnant soul’s death, all relating to it would vanish.
He was not supposed to know.
He borrowed the Divine Lord’s telekinesis to infer about himself, to see the visions his remnant soul saw before dying.
He dared only to infer about himself.
Even with eighteen times more courage, he dared not infer about a Fierce God.
Yet, inferring about his own remnant soul, this was the scene beheld.
Apart from this, there were no more clues.
Unable to see the Fierce God’s face, nor its form.
This might have been inconsequential, but what truly caught Mr. Tu’s attention was the vague sight of the Fierce God’s eyes.
These eyes, deep like a cold pond, with shimmering lustre, complex and bizarre, seemed to contain multiple layers of different powers.
And the most unsettling was a layer of "black shadow."
This was no ordinary black shadow.
Within the black shadow of the Fierce God’s eyes, there seemed to be a faint mix of some kind of deceitful divine thought algorithm.
A name surfaced in Mr. Tu’s heart.