"Mr. Li, may I ask what brings you here today? I recall it's not time to collect blood yet?"
The Indian leaders had already received Huang Lao's message and were waiting for Li Xuanzu's arrival in that magnificent palace.
He stood at the bottom of the steps by the door, wearing a professional fake smile.
Looking at Li Xuanzu and Fu Yu, as a seasoned veteran of the world of women, he could tell at a glance what their relationship was.
However, it wasn't explicitly stated.
He didn't believe that Li Xuanzu had made a special trip to India just to tell him this.
“It’s simple. I don’t care how many gods your India has. I need to reduce their power to pave the way for the chosen ones of the Dragon Kingdom.”
"As a loyal customer, I won't fight with you. Will you go get it yourself, or should I go find it myself?"
Li Xuanzu stated his purpose directly.
However, he did not underestimate the gods of India; on the contrary, he took them even more seriously than he had when dealing with the gods of the Nordic region.
Simply put, the deity awakened by India this time is beyond what can be described as "powerful".
The five kingdoms of gods, led by the Kingdom of Hell, merely awakened five evil gods who were not the main gods.
In the Norse realm, only Odin and Tyr, the two main gods, were awakened.
The number of main gods in other countries will not exceed this number.
The fear is that the power of faith is insufficient.
What about India?
Brahma, Shiva, Vishnu.
This isn't a chief god, this is a creator god!
If we were to find a counterpart to the myths of other countries, it would have to be at least something like Pachacamak, Tepeu and Gukumaz, Nuwa, Gaia and Ymir.
Even the Nordic countries, which have always valued mythology, were unable to awaken their creator god, the primordial giant Ymir.
Even if enough is used for summoning, it will be difficult to sustain the faith power that is converted into divine power.
One is already a lot, what about three?
Li Xuanzu had to find out the truth.
"This... Mr. Li, isn't this inappropriate?"
The Indian leader's smile faded, and his tone became noticeably colder.
He would also occasionally make small gestures, signaling the fourth-tier exorcists behind him to remain still.
"If I kill you, will they show up?"
Li Xuanzu didn't even bother with formalities; he took a step forward, and a raging sea of blood appeared behind him.
The terrifying pressure made the Indian leader lose his footing and fall onto the steps.
"You...you dare!"
The Indian leader pointed at Li Xuanzu with his finger, his voice trembling.
"Then let's try..."
"furious!"
Before Li Xuanzu could finish speaking, his raised right arm was struck by an invisible, immense force, instantly bending into a terrifying arc.
"I'll see just who this ignorant brat is, daring to insult my people!"
A majestic voice rang out
Li Xuanzu could discern the emotion in the voice, but upon hearing it, he was utterly shocked.
Malice, pure malice, without any other emotion mixed in.
This is something that has never happened even to gods.
The source of the voice was a man with gray skin and hair tied in a topknot...?
It has one head, four arms, and three eyes, and wears a crescent moon on its head, symbolizing immortality.
A long snake coiled around its neck symbolizes new life.
A string of skulls adorns his chest, a tiger skin encircles his waist, and he holds a trident, an axe, a hand drum, and a club in his four hands.
A gold ring is worn on each wrist and ankle, and prayer beads made from Bodhi tree fruit are worn on the limbs, neck, and torso.
A woman's face ornament was pinned in the hair bun, which was mixed with the ashes of the deceased.
That is the goddess of the Ganges, which is known as the holy river of India.
She has a strong and beautiful physique, as powerful as a man, yet as graceful as a woman.
The three horizontal lines on the forehead proved the other person's identity.
Shiva, the god of dance and the god of destruction!
Li Xuanzu restored his arm and casually pulled Fu Yu behind him.
Shiva's steps moved back and forth, seemingly chaotic, yet no one found anything amiss.
This is a celestial dance of creation and destruction.
As Shiva's movements became faster, his hairstyle became less neat.
Her hair was disheveled and swayed with the dance moves.
The hourglass-shaped drum on the right upper arm continuously vibrates with sound waves.
It was hung on the trident, and flames emerged from the free palm.
The surrounding environment began to undergo a wondrous change.
Bricks fell from the enormous palace, the interior decorations began to crumble and turn to dust, and finally reassembled.
This cycle repeated dozens of times in just a few seconds.
"Heh heh, Creator God, I'd like to see just how capable you are!"
Li Xuanzu's interest was piqued, and his figure flashed, leaving only afterimages in a few places.
"Clang!"
Shiva's dance paused for a moment; the drumbeats ceased, replaced by a piercing, clanging sound of weapons clashing.
Li Xuanzu's hand was less than two inches away from the vertical eye on Shiva's head.
A trident, its sharp point pressed against Li Xuanzu's palm.
The sound just now was produced when it pierced Li Xuanzu's skin and struck Li Xuanzu's bone directly.
“Li Xuanzu, I recognize you.”
"They have some skill, but if they were trash, they wouldn't dare to invade my India."
Shiva's voice is sometimes male and sometimes female.
"Heh, the creator god is nothing special!"
Li Xuanzu chuckled and grabbed the trident.
The moment their skin touched, a "sizzle" sound was heard, and Li Xuanzu's palm was scalded.
"Fool, how could you..."
Shiva was about to speak when he was met with a heavy punch.
Li Xuanzu snatched the trident and punched Shiva in the face, sending him flying far away.
For some reason, the injury to my palm is healing more slowly than usual.
"Tch, they've got pretty thick skin."
Shiva rose from the large crater created by the collapse of the palace, seemingly unharmed.
"You're quite confident, just come straight for the real thing."
Li Xuanzu replied irritably.
Yes, Shiva's appearance is not a projected illusion, but his very real self.
"It seems it will take some effort to force you to comply."
Li Xuanzu twisted his wrist.
He didn't actually like the feeling of his spiritual energy being severely depleted and unable to be replenished in time.
“Fu Yu, just like with Mo Cheng, kill me however you want this time.”
Li Xuanzu's voice was loud, and although he was speaking to Fu Yu, he didn't hide it from Shiva.
However, Shiva was different from the gods of other countries. He simply crossed his four hands in front of his chest and looked with interest in the direction Fu Yu had left.
"Aren't you worried about the safety of the Indian people?"
"Hehe, I'm worried, but it's not my place to worry."
Shiva's movements resembled watching a performance.
"Don't forget, we have several gods."
As if in response to Shiva, Fu Yu's screams soon followed.
"You audacious madman, how can you be allowed to roam freely on my Indian territory? Die now!"
One voice, no, four voices, came from deep within the clouds in the sky.
Fu Yu's body was not tough enough; his torso was broken in many places, and his limbs were twisted and broken. He was thrown near Li Xuanzu like a tattered sack.
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