At the same time, Ning Fengzhi, Oscar, Dai Mubai, and Ma Hongjun all tensed up.
Although they didn't know exactly what was happening, they knew that the divine beings who had passed their authority to them were trembling at this moment.
"No way, you're at least a second-level divine being, the Phoenix God. Are you really this weak?"
"That Martial God is indeed impressive, but you're a legendary god. You didn't even fight and just cowered?"
In a luxurious palace within the Star Luo Imperial Palace, Ma Hongjun sat alone on the edge of the bed, cursing.
Ever since he and Dai Mubai had received the divine inheritance, their lives had undergone a dramatic change.
First, Dai Mubai's duel with Dai Weite was directly nullified. If he wanted to become the Star Luo Emperor, he could ascend to the throne after becoming a god. If he didn't want to be emperor, then Dai Weishang would take the throne.
This was the direct benefit of the divine inheritance.
As for Ma Hongjun, the inheritor, he was treated as a distinguished guest, enjoying privileges even the crown prince didn't have. It was almost to the point where the emperor would bow to him.
Fortunately, Ma Hongjun was a practical person and didn't make any excessive demands.
Without the help of the Star Luo Imperial Family, Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai's divine trials wouldn't have gone so smoothly.
Since receiving the divine inheritance, the changes in Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun's mentality could be described as earth-shattering.
After all, they had originally come to Star Luo City with the determination to die, never expecting that the tides would turn.
Now, the divine beings who had changed their fate were trembling in fear, something Ma Hongjun found hard to accept.
"Little fatty, if it weren't for that person's planning, with your character and talent, you wouldn't have been able to become a god."
"Don't think that I'm just a second-level divine being. In so many lower worlds, how many first-level gods and second-level gods have emerged?"
"Although I'm nothing in the face of absolute power, many geniuses and prodigies don't even have the qualifications to meet me."
"Do you understand?"
The Phoenix God spoke unhurriedly. He was indeed weak, but that was only in the face of true power.
If he were placed in the lower realms, he would be a ruler of a world!
Even many world rulers were no match for him.
In tens of thousands of years or even longer, how many gods could become beings like him?
"I'm not even worth a finger of that person, but you don't even have the qualifications to carry my shoes!"
As Ma Hongjun remained silent, the Phoenix God continued.
You think I'm weak? Hmph.
The Fire God even went against the Asura God because of this guy. If it weren't for that, I wouldn't have passed on my divine position.
Hearing this, Ma Hongjun trembled slightly. He had almost forgotten who had given him his current status, power, and honor.
"I…"
"I'm sorry, Phoenix God. I was just…"
Ma Hongjun was someone who could bend and stretch. Knowing he couldn't win, he chose to compromise.
There was no other way.
If he didn't compromise, what if the other party refused to pass on the divine position to him?
From the beginning, this person had never been willing to pay attention to him, and the tasks given were more about tormenting him.
Ma Hongjun knew all this, but he could only endure it.
After more than a year of silence, he had almost forgotten his own name.
"I'm not telling you not to act recklessly because I'm worried about you, but because I don't want my divine position to be destroyed by you."
The Phoenix God spoke unhurriedly. After witnessing Zhongli's terror, he had completely dismissed the slight possibility mentioned by the Asura God.
If it weren't for wanting to leave the God Realm as soon as possible, he would have really chosen a different inheritor.
That Shui Bing'er wasn't bad, but it was a pity she was an Ice Phoenix.
Ma Hongjun fell silent. The Phoenix God's words about great terror were something he hadn't experienced, so he couldn't visualize it.
As the saying goes, the ignorant are fearless. He was young and had just received the divine inheritance, so he was in a state of euphoria.
Many words of advice, he didn't want to hear, nor could he take them in.
Dai Mubai's situation was similar to Ma Hongjun's, but Dai Mubai understood the importance of assessing the situation. His response didn't disappoint the War God.
While the gods were busy fleeing, the Asura was also preparing.
He always felt that the God Realm wasn't safe, so it was better to leave early.
As for the Dragon God's plans, they could just follow their natural course.
"Rakshasa , I've only lost an arm. You're still no match for me. Don't think about it, or I might really kill you."
Suddenly, the Asura spoke to the outside of his door.
Ever since he lost an arm, Rakshasa's gaze had rarely left him.
Originally, the inheritor of the Rakshasa God should have completed the Rakshasa Nine Trials and become the new Rakshasa God.
But because of this, the Rakshasa God had forced the inheritor to temper their divine soul and body, and the divine position was temporarily withheld.
"…"
"The God King is still the God King. Even if I've lost an arm, I'm not something a peak first-level god, especially one I'm naturally stronger against, can compare to."
"I'll give you one more chance. Give up on your delusions now, or I won't hesitate to kill you."
The God Realm forbade attacking another god, but counterattacks were allowed.
If Rakshasa dared to make a move, he would immediately kill her. The God Realm Council wouldn't be able to do anything about it. After all, Rakshasa was the one who overestimated herself.
"Asura, blood debts must be repaid. I'll be waiting for you."
The Rakshasa God didn't show herself, leaving these words before disappearing.
The Asura's words were indeed correct. Even with one arm, he was far beyond the reach of a first-level god.
But what if the Asura passed on his divine position?
Thinking of this, Rakshasa decided to let Bibi Dong wait a few more days.
Bibi Dong: A few days?
For the Rakshasa God, it was indeed a few days. In fact, since Bibi Dong had received the inheritance, it had only been a little over half a month.
But for Bibi Dong, it was more than a decade.
Seeing this, the Asura sighed. The Rakshasa God was too evil, deserving of death.
He would find an opportunity to send her on her way.
"The three-year deadline has arrived. Tang San, let me see your resolve!"
The three-year deadline was the time Tang San had to endure the punishments of the Eighteen Layers of Hell. For the God Realm, it had only been three days, something the Asura could accept.
But for Tang San, it was over a thousand years of torment.
Originally, three years would have been hard enough, but for him, it was like a year in a day.
"How many days has it been since this kid last spoke?"
As the punishment ended and Tang San had passed through the Eighteen Layers of Hell, one of the executioners asked.
"It's been over 700 days since he last spoke."
Another person calculated and replied.
"His will is quite strong. He endured for four to five hundred years before finally falling silent."
"It's a pity. It's just too boring."
"Yeah…"