Succubus
"His spirit body is weak, but he was able to kill at least five Asura generals present in an instant." The king was not incited by his words. His silver-gray eyes were filled with haze as he walked towards the prince. His waist-length red-black hair fluttered in the wind, and an innate aura emerged from him. With every step he took, the pressure became heavier.
"Your Majesty, do you still have doubts about me?" This self-proclaimed harmless prince of the gods knelt there, innocent and helpless. He only raised his moist eyes, gold flowing in their depths, and his cherry-pink lips parted slightly, looking soft and alluring. His presence was like that of a natural succubus.
The king shook his head. "I've been to your hometown before. The gods of the Thirty-three Heavens are all a bunch of rubbish. Under the rule of the Eight Directions Heavenly Gods, the name Indra is not very well-known."
"Is that so..." The prince showed no sign of embarrassment, but a hint of contemplation crossed his delicate features. He looked at the king with sincere eyes, "If Your Majesty is willing to give me a chance, I will change your mind."
"I have changed my mind about you." The mighty and majestic king was not only tall, but his palms were also wider and longer than those of ordinary people. He easily grabbed the prince's neck and lifted his feet off the ground, leaving only the holy robe with intricate dark patterns dragging on the ground.
This suit is so ill-fitting. It looks luxurious and holy, but it is not suitable for combat.
The king's eagle eyes were sharp, and the traces of flames on his forehead and arms emitted a faint luster. The breath of the ghost clan emanated, wrapping his body in black mist. Countless evil ghosts with fangs rushed out of the black mist, entwining and gnawing at the prince's body.
"Crack!" The king twisted the prince's arm hard, then switched to the other one, breaking it in the same way. "You are a cunning god. I won't give you any chance to take advantage of me."
"What a stern king!" The prince's arms drooped in an odd position. He forced a faint smile, suppressing the pain, his face paler still. The golden hair on his forehead obscured the golden hue beneath his eyes, casting a small shadow. The sound of gnawing and chewing could be heard from beneath the shroud of black mist, yet one could still see a face that was exquisitely flawless.
The Asuras were born ugly, with ghost faces and fangs. They were used to this appearance and did not know how to appreciate the beauty of the gods.
The king hated all the gods and nobles, and rarely found a god to be pleasing to the eye. But the prince held a sacred aura that could captivate even the cold-blooded Asuras, drawing their gaze for a moment.
As he turned to leave, Wang felt a pang of regret. It was only a fleeting feeling, so fleeting that he couldn't even fathom what it was. His black mist would devour this beautiful goddess to the very brim!
However, after only a few steps, he was caught by the intense light behind him. Turning around, he saw the golden light dispelling the black fog. The prince's body was repaired and restored in the hazy white light, layer by layer of invisible flesh and skin, returning to its original perfection.
The golden patterns on his body squirmed, opening a crack, revealing dark golden eyes! His head, arms, palms, back, legs, and even the soles of his feet were all covered in densely packed golden pupils, though they were smaller and more slender than the prince's only remaining eyes.
All eyes were fixed on the king.
The prince's body floated in mid-air, his overly long holy robe spread out in all directions, his body covered with glittering golden ornaments, his long sandy golden curly hair, his cherry-like lips, and his fair and delicate limbs were all bathed in holy light.
The scene shocked the king so much that he couldn't contain himself.
He suddenly remembered a rumor that among the gods there was a cursed god whose very existence perpetuated the sins of the Celestials, hence his thousand eyes. Seeking a secret seal, the gods had painted demonic patterns on his body with golden spiritual fluid.
This mutant was given the name of a deity who "can be the ruler of all the gods in heaven", namely Indra.
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