No More Pretenses

The deaths of the top experts across the Heavens didn't cause Luo Na's serene expression to so much as twitch. 

A faint, self-satisfied smile played across Cain's lips, while Kali began to chuckle in utter, rapturous glee.

"Hehe~!" She stretched her arms languidly, looking for all like a satiated predator on cloud nine. "Too refreshing! Ah, not a single thing across this heaven can hope to stop us now. And to think, there was a time where we could barely approach a Demi-God without courting our own oblivion." 

Her eyes glittered with dark amusement. "I can't wait to see which so-called gods dare try their luck against us next!"

Kali's call for further bloodshed grew ever more eager, her very veins thrumming with visceral delight at the prospect of slaying more gods and geniuses. It felt right. Completely natural, as if all rules and laws of the world had realigned to clear, blissful simplicity before their might.