The villainous second young lady becomes a god in a bizarre Tokyo.

"What a weak punch, Tree God."

"You've been hitting me for so long."

"Then, next..."

"—It's my turn."

Summer Flower's deep red eyes gradually darkened, a deathly aura rising and spreading within them, yet a yearning surged forth from them.

At this moment, Susanoo was looking inward at himself.

He suddenly discovered the discordant divinity within himself.

Within that vast ocean composed purely of golden lightning divinity, several strands of red divinity appeared, writhing within it.

What's even stranger is that the surrounding divine lightning showed no repulsion whatsoever, as if it were part of his own divinity, which made Susanoo feel a strange sense of dread.

However, when He consciously began to remove it, He discovered that with just a little effort, He could expel it from the body.

I immediately relaxed.

A weak god is still a weak god, and a lowly bastard is ultimately so vulnerable.

Although it is unclear how the other party placed divinity within Him, interfering with His attack at a crucial moment.

Even if He had not imitated the great sun of the mother tree, there would still be something missing.

The other party's interference could not possibly have such a significant impact on me.

At most, it will only cause some fluctuation in power.

In just a few seconds, once He expelled these strands of divinity from His body, He would be able to return to His previous state. With the current level of His divinity, even if He possessed immortality, He wouldn't be able to resurrect more than a few dozen times. He would be able to kill Him with ease.

As for what that bastard said, 'It's my turn'?

That would be even more ridiculous.

"ridiculous."

"You lowly creature, even if you combine your chaotic and disordered powers, it is by no means a powerful divine attribute."

"Even if my attack power is affected by your dirty tricks."

"However, my own defenses and the protection of lightning still exist."

"Your weakness is utterly laughable!"

From Susanoo's perspective.

The wind in the summer flower painting is merely a means to increase speed; otherwise, its offensive capabilities are pitifully weak.

And the spiritual power of the soul is even more laughable.

As the absolute possessor of the power of thunder, thunder's innate power is extremely restraining of mental power, as long as mental power dares to enter its mind.

Destroying it would be a piece of cake if he were conscious of it.

Only the power of filth has even a slight degree of aggression.

However, such a level of corrupting power, let alone surpassing Tsukuyomi, is probably only half the power of Yamata no Orochi, and is simply unable to break through His defenses.

Even with the combined power of all three, the result remains the same.

"You are utterly incapable of victory—"

The words have not yet fallen.

Susanoo didn't utter the word "calculate" before his golden pupils suddenly contracted.

Presented here.

A deathly and terrifying aura burst forth from Natsume's body, her divine might like that of a demon god from hell, unleashing the purest and most primal malice.

The flames, pitch black to the extreme, shimmered with an essence that subtly rose above the divine nature of thunder.

It is intertwined and entwined on the right fist of the summer flower painting.

It was unleashed with overwhelming force!

Although the speed was not fast for Him, it was impossible to dodge when most of His consciousness was forcing out His divinity and being disturbed!

"Bang!"

The next moment, Susanoo's face made intimate contact with Natsume's right fist.

At the same time, the surging and powerful fire of the temple was eroding everything about Susanoo, and like a flood, under the control of Natsuhika-e, it was flooding into Susanoo's body.

It brought Him pain far more excruciating than being torn to pieces or subjected to a thousand cuts!

He retreated rapidly and frantically backward.

"Well----"

The excruciating pain, like a maggot crawling into his bones, assaulted and irritated every nerve and cell of Susanoo.

The benevolence of the temple is impartial to both humans and gods.

Whether it's a wicked person like Natsume Genryu or a wicked god like Susanoo, the merciful Natsume Hanae inflicts only heart-wrenching pain.

Susanoo endured the pain, gritted his teeth, clenched his fists tightly, and stared angrily at Natsume Hanae.

The divine essence within my body is almost completely expelled.

Although the black flames burned away some of His divinity, His divinity, accumulated over an extremely long period of time, was virtually inexhaustible.

What was burned was only a drop in the ocean.

As for the injuries sustained, they were not serious at all; it could only be said that they broke through His defenses.

However, this pain was beyond what Susanoo had experienced even after all the pain he had suffered a thousand years ago had been combined.

He roared.

"Bitch!"

"I will not let you die easily. I will make you experience all forms of torture. I will cut you into a thousand pieces!"

Upon hearing this, Natsumi Hanae felt no fear whatsoever.

Her smile deepened.

"Susanoo, you don't think my attack is limited to this, do you?"

"This is just foreplay."

"The main feature is about to begin."

"They shattered my face again and again, destroyed my clothes, and could only be condensed with divinity."

"Instead of the torture you mentioned, why don't you lend it to me in advance?"

The more Xia Rihua spoke, the more her smile faded until it disappeared completely, and her expression became indifferent.

It exudes a stillness and indifference like stagnant water.

The instant she finished speaking.

【——————Buzz————————】

The low hum of the sword resounded throughout.

On the right side of the summer flower painting, invisible ripples spread and undulate like the surface of water, and the divine energy floating in the air gradually becomes active and boils, vast and boundless.

The fire in the temple burned even more brightly, as if celebrating its existence.

Under the ultimate divine pressure, a sword hilt silently appeared beside Natsumi Hanae.

The moment the hilt of the sword appeared.

Susanoo was slightly taken aback.

"Artifact?!"

In His eyes, He had heard of almost all the gods from a thousand years ago in His search for Tsukuyomi, but He had no memory of Natsuhikae.

Therefore, they are attributed to newly born deities.

Although being at the pinnacle of godhood surprised Him somewhat, He didn't have much direct experience of it because He was born as a pinnacle god.

It was a magical artifact, which surprised him.

After all, even among newly born gods, very few are born with divine artifacts.

The divine artifacts that one acquires later in life are made entirely from extremely rare materials.

The deity before us is a newly born deity from a thousand years in the future. In an era where divinity has faded, there should simply not be enough precious materials to make a divine artifact.

It seems that it was made using a clever trick.

Therefore, the power and attack it can withstand should not be too strong. It might cause some injury, but it should be harmless.

Enduring the pain caused by the fire, Susanoo resisted with his divine lightning power, forcing himself to maintain a calm mind as he pondered.

However, the next moment.

Everything overturned His understanding.

He saw that in the eyes of the Lord of Xiahuo Mountain, there were bright, beautiful eyes like the red sun, constantly shifting, rising and falling brilliantly, and finally returning to deathly silence.