In an instant, the Ice Demon God Nemiars and the Lava God Samael widened their eyes, showing expressions of endless horror. They tried to struggle, but under the frozen state of ti and space, they could hardly move.
Boom~~
In the next second, the Chaos Palm ca crashing down. Under the gaze of most of the gods in Chaos City, the bodies of the two gods instantly turned into powder—not just their bodies, but even their souls.
They didn't even have a chance to resist. It was as easy as crushing tofu.
"Just now... was that Lord City Lord who made the move?"
Daode Tianzun and the others stared wide-eyed. They couldn't believe the scene before them. Just monts ago, those two gods were incomparably powerful and seemingly invincible. Each of their worlds contained boundless divine power.
But now, with just a single thought—a palm from the void—their bodies and souls had been turned into dust.
What a terrifying supernatural power this was.
"Yes, it was the City Lord who made the move.
After all, the City Lord's mansion is right next to here. They dared to fight in this place—
Isn't that just asking for death?"
Receptionist Derwig shook his head. "But I didn't expect such a shocking move.
Lord City Lord usually doesn't need to act personally. The defenses of Chaos City alone are more than enough to defeat them."
"Lord Derwig, are the two gods dead?" Nuwa couldn't help but ask.
"Dead? Not exactly. I'd say Lord City Lord was rciful. Maybe because they hadn't caused significant damage, he decided to spare their lives. Lucky them."
Derwig lowered his voice.
What?!
Daode Tianzun and the others were stunned. Turned into powder—yet still alive? Are you kidding? Honestly, they couldn't believe Receptionist Derwig's words.
Clatter~~
But before they could say anything else, within seconds, the floating powder in the air began to rapidly condense. It reford into the original shapes—into the original bodies of the two gods once more.
It was as if they had been resurrected.
But their faces were pale, their bodies weak, and their auras completely diminished. It seed as though they had lost all their combat power.
"Damn, they're really not dead?!"
Seeing this, Lingbao Tianzun was stunned. He could clearly sense the powerful origin energy and traces of Immortal aura still lingering in their bodies.
"My lord, I was rely defending myself! Nemiars tried to kill in Chaos City—I was only defending myself! It was all his fault!"
The Lava God Samael shouted, claiming injustice, saying he never intended to fight in Chaos City, and that it was Nemiars who forced his hand.
"Samael, I'll kill you!"
Nemiars gritted his teeth, clearly wanting to strike again, icy mist seeping from his body.
But he no longer had the power to do so. Though resurrected through the gods' Immortal power, that palm strike had damaged his very foundation, leaving him utterly weak.
That slap had been executed by Gu Chuan with terrifying precision. It didn't kill them, but it rendered them helpless.
"Nemiars, and you still dare to make more trouble in Chaos City?!"
Whoosh—
Suddenly, three or four powerful gods appeared in the distance. One of them radiated terrifying divine power, like a sun—burning, vast, unstoppable.
"The Fla Hamr King also ca? That makes sense. Even the City Lord made a move. Of course, he would show up too," Receptionist Derwig squinted.
Fla Hamr King?!
Hearing the na, Daode Tianzun and the others exchanged looks. Even among gods, those with the title "King" were extrely rare and powerful.
"You two are quite bold. No god has dared act violently in Chaos City for countless eras. How dare you?! For your cris, you'll be imprisoned in the God Prison for ten billion epochs!"
The Fla Hamr King grinned savagely. "Especially you, Nemiars. You committed the gravest offense. For you, God Prison is too lenient. You'll be imprisoned in the Thirty-Sixth Floor of the Underworld."
What?!
The faces of many gods in Chaos City turned pale.
If God Prison was the standard divine penitentiary, then the Underworld was on an entirely different level. It was a place of death created by the Lord of Chaos himself. Only the dead could endure that world.
For a living god to enter the Underworld would be a nightmare of eternal tornt.
Though gods had immortal bodies and could endure the erosion of the Law of Death and Law of Yellow Springs, they would be tortured constantly, and even their foundations could be damaged.
And usually, ordinary beings across the heavens only knew of the Eighteen Layers of the Underworld. Few were aware that there were actually one hundred and eight layers.
From the Nineteenth Floor onward, each level was more terrifying than the last—so much so that even undying beings trembled at the thought.
Now, Nemiars was being sent to the Thirty-Sixth Floor.
Even with just a ten billion epoch sentence, he would likely be reduced to a hollow shell from the suffering.
There had once been a god imprisoned only on the Nineteenth Floor. After hundreds of millions of years, it barely recovered its mind—but the trauma remained etched in its soul.
Thus, the legend of the Underworld had long terrified the gods.
"Haha! The Thirty-Sixth Floor of the Underworld? You're finished, Nemiars. You're dead this ti!"
Hearing this, the Lava God Samael laughed heartily.
"Samael, I won't die until I see you fall first!"
Nemiars roared. "Even if I endure the tornt of the Underworld for ten billion epochs, I will crawl out and kill you!"
"Heh, let's see if you can actually crawl out first."
Samael sneered dismissively.
"Enough! Keep squabbling and I'll extend your sentence! You can bicker all you want in prison."
The Fla Hamr King growled.
Upon hearing this, both gods fell silent.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Under the escort of the Fla Hamr King and the other divine enforcers, Nemiars and Samael were quickly taken away, vanishing from Chaos City.
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