[Golden Bed] was effortlessly blocking while continuously taunting with words.
"Is this all that you, the so-called Divine King, can do? Like an embroidered pillow!"
"Your attack is as weak as the caress of a Heavenly Girl!"
"Truly... you disappoint me!"
"You... courting death!"
Indra was so enraged by these words that he was fuming with anger.
He completely abandoned his plan to dodge, channeling all his divine power into the Vajra Pestle in his hands.
The Vajra Pestle burst into brilliance, transforming into a Thunder Giant Soldier seemingly capable of splitting the world in two.
"You will... be defeated!!!"
Indra held the pestle with both hands, using all his strength in an overwhelming move, as if Taishan was falling from the heavens, and fiercely smashed down on the [Golden Bed]!
This strike carried all his pride and anger as the Heavenly Emperor. He believed that even Shiva wouldn't dare to take it head-on so lightly!
