"Hahaha! You bitch! Who the fuck do you think you are, playing the saint?!"
Zhou Prison, clad in a great red robe, stood atop the Eighteen Purgatories. He faced more than ten Tribulation Descenders alone, yet he remained utterly unflinching, instead letting out a crazed sneer.
"In the thirty thousand years of the Nine Tribulations, the lives lost because of you number in the tens, even hundreds of billions!
And now you have the gall to call *me* a monster!
Your heart is as foul as your three mouths!!"
"Insolent!"
Such vile language instantly enraged the Tribulation Descenders behind the Goddess. A cold shout seemed to shatter the heavens, and their immense pressure made the Eighteen Purgatories groan and creak.
But the Goddess in the lead showed no hint of emotion. She remained as ethereal as smoke, lofty and inscrutable, and spoke with calm indifference:
