Chapter 672: The Truth Behind the Millennium Scheme, A Shocking Secret!_1

"Pfft!"

Hearing Luo Yu's words, watching his face brimming with a smile.

The Rakshasa God felt an extreme oppression in his chest, a tangy sweetness welling up in his throat, and he spat out a big mouthful of millennium-old blood directly onto the ground.

He rose from the ground, his trembling finger pointing at Luo Yu.

"You...you..."

Luo Yu smiled and said, "What about me?"

"Don't tell me you think you can escape after provoking me today."

The Rakshasa God shuddered all over, fear flashing in his eyes.

"Impossible, you all left, how could you possibly discover that I was feigning death?"

At this moment, Gu Yuena, Bi Bidong, and the others also curiously turned their gaze to Luo Yu.

Because they indeed had left, but just after exiting the Secret Realm, Luo Yu had stopped them.

He declared he was going to kill with a Return Horse Spear.

They initially thought Luo Yu was being overly cautious, but it turned out that the Rakshasa God really was not dead.

Gu Yuena was full of curiosity as even she was fooled by the Rakshasa God's feigned death, so she wondered how Luo Yu had discovered it.

Luo Yu waved his hand dismissively.

He gave the Rakshasa God a disdainful glance.

"Enough, you old deadbeat, stop making a fool of yourself in front of me."

"Before Nana killed you, your eyes weren't filled with that much fear and unwillingness, or in other words, they weren't desperate enough."

Everyone around trembled, gazing at Luo Yu as if he were a monster.

This man is so detail-oriented, he even observes the micro-expressions in someone's eyes?

That's terrifying.

Luo Yu, however, remained noncommittal, even though he was now a powerhouse, undoubtedly invincible under a Level One Deity.

But when facing any enemy, he would never be careless.

After all, for someone who had so many mermaids in his pond, observing micro-expressions is a basic skill, is it not?

Without observing micro-expressions, how can one detect the emotional changes in women?

Without understanding a woman's psychological changes, how can one "prescribe the right remedy"?

Love words are not spoken haphazardly, nor is acting pitiful done thoughtlessly; even gift-giving needs the right moment, and flirting must suit the scene.

Watching the Rakshasa God's silent and desperate eyes, Luo Yu could only silently say to himself.

You have no clue what the eyes of an Aquaman can perceive.

"No, I don't believe it, I don't believe you could tell I was feigning death just by looking in my eyes," the Rakshasa God cried out in denial.

Luo Yu nodded.

"By looking in your eyes, I cannot certainly tell that you were feigning death," he said.

"It was just a subconscious feeling that something was off."

"At that point, just having a suspicion was enough."

Luo Yu pointed at his own Creation God Pupil.

"With that suspicion, how could I not investigate this space?"

"Your concealment method might fool Gu Yuena, but it can't fool these eyes of mine."

"Hiss—"

Luo Yu felt a pain at his waist; it was Gu Yuena's hand giving him a twist from behind.

It seemed to show her dissatisfaction with his rationale.

The madness in the Rakshasa God's eyes diminished somewhat, replaced by genuine helplessness and despair.

He couldn't understand.

Why a mere human youth, a wretched Dragon Clan remnant, could be so abnormal to this extent.

Incomprehensible.

"Why aren't you talking anymore?"

The smile at the corners of Luo Yu's mouth gradually disappeared, and his gaze turned cold.

The Rakshasa God opened his mouth, about to speak.

"No, don't talk," came a cold voice.

A swift azure shadow streaked across the sky, a sudden gust hitting the face; Luo Yu grabbed his neck with one hand.

And pressed him into the ground.

Dragging him for hundreds of meters.

A bloody trench appeared before all eyes.

"So handsome!"

Hulena's foxy eyes sparkled, her windswept golden hair falling beside her ears, her slender body as plump as a juicy peach.

Tang Chen's mouth twitched.

He muttered to himself.

Handsome?

This is sheer violence, isn't it?

Way too brutal.

Soon, Tang Chen saw what true cruelty was.

Luo Yu treated the Rakshasa God like a punching bag.

A hand gripped his throat, pressing him into the ground, while another arm swung in a perfect circle, pounding down relentlessly.

The Rakshasa God's face was smeared with blood, his features shattered, his skull cracked.

The ground itself shook.

"Enjoying this?"

"You damned couple?"

"Come on, bark for me like a good dog."

Luo Yu's eyes twinkled with a severe coldness, no trace of sympathy, and his lips curled into a wicked smile.

Every punch landed squarely on flesh, aggression reaching its peak.

He beat the Rakshasa God to a bloody pulp, the cracking of bones resonating nonstop.

The ground beneath him collapsed entirely, creating a crater a hundred meters wide with him at the center.

Tang Chen could no longer bear to look.

His whole body trembled.

Remembering how he had once provoked Luo Yu, a chill ran down his spine.

How could this boy, with his innocent and harmless appearance, strike with such ruthlessness?

It was terrifying.

Meanwhile, Bi Bidong and the other women watched their lover.

Their hearts filled with a sense of security.

All were famous figures from Soul Land, not delicate flowers who would scream at the sight of blood.

"Boom, boom!"

The sounds of explosions were unceasing, Luo Yu not yet satisfied, suddenly rose to his feet and, with a flick of his toes, hooked and lifted the Rakshasa God.

Leaping violently, he descended with the force of a thousand pounds, crushing the Rakshasa God's skull as he fell from the sky.

"Crash!"

The ground shook and dust billowed up.

But it was immediately swept away by the fierce winds.

The Rakshasa God's body was torn apart, his head long vanished.

Luo Yu floated up and stood above the void.

His arm flung out a golden-red flame.

It burned the quietly dismembered body of the Rakshasa God.

It started off silent, then issued agonized wails.

A shadowy figure twisted in pain within it.

"Returning to the Divine Realm for reinforcements?"

"To take revenge on me?"

"To deny me a burial place?"

With each question Luo Yu asked, the flames grew more intense.

"Spare me, please spare me!"

The pleas and screams sent chills down Tang Chen's spine.

This was the Rakshasa God.

A terror he could only dream of meeting in his lifetime was being so easily tormented by Luo Yu.

No, without Luo Yu, he would never have had the chance to meet such a supreme being.

There was no pity in his heart.

Just exhilaration.

After all, Luo Yu was avenging him too, since the Rakshasa God had nearly doomed him with a mere thought.

The chance at becoming a god was gone, and upon waking, he found the goddess he longed for taken by another.

"Damn it to hell!" Tang Chen cursed through clenched teeth.

Luo Yu looked down at the struggling silhouette in the flames.

"You're useless, why should I spare you?"

The Rakshasa God wailed, "Let me live, and I can reveal to you the greatest secrets hidden in Soul Land!!!"

"Not interested," Luo Yu shook his head.

"No, you would be interested, you must be. With this opportunity, you can definitely break through to the level of a Divine King, maybe even surpass it."

Luo Yu scoffed.

"Give me time, is reaching Divine King so difficult?"

"Ah!!"

The Rakshasa God's face turned ashen, knowing his end had come; this man was unyielding.

The god burned until he was at his last breath.

Suddenly, the flame extinguished.

Dazed, he looked up to see the young man with the seemingly kind face but ruthless heart.

Luo Yu sighed deeply.

"Heaven endows the virtue of cherishing life, since you're so desperate to tell me something."

"Then I might as well reluctantly hear you out."

Zap!

Now you've really screwed up!!

The Rakshasa God felt like cursing, but he didn't dare.