Now the chamber was silent.
Or… it should have been.
Instead—
There was a sound.
A terrible, soul-erasing sound.
Pakh. Pakh. PAKH.
It echoed.
Unholy slapping.
Meat on obsidian.
Sin on sin.
Even the heavens flinched.
Birds dropped dead in the upper realms. A Daoist monk woke from meditation screaming "NOOOO!" A holy beast cried in the distance and lost its enlightenment.
The Dark God's statue didn't move. But if it could, it would definitely be pressing charges.
And Su Xiaobai?
He was still going.
Slap.
Slap.
PAKH.
"You cursed her to silence," Su Xiaobai growled. His eyes glinted like the eyes of a man who'd eaten karma for breakfast and chased it with divine disrespect. "I gave her rhythm… TAKE IT, BITCH!"
SMACK!
He slapped the obsidian ass again, a thunderous crack echoing through the chamber.
Then he took three dramatic steps back like a stage actor about to deliver his grand monologue—
—and began to sing.
"Dark God, oh Dark God,
trapped in your gloom,
