Chapter 1239: The Monster that Leaves the Gods Helpless

"Mr. Mu, you are joking, aren't you?" Upon hearing Muria's words, the God of Killing was immediately startled, and his hand unconsciously reached for the hilt of the Divine Sword at his waist.

"Do you think I enjoy joking?" Muria slightly tilted his head, smiling as he asked.

"You're serious?"

"Of course, what else did you think I came here for? You couldn't possibly believe I came just to visit, could you?"

"If that's the case," the god, whose appearance had perpetually remained in the prime state of suppressing the Giant Serpent, slowly drew the sword from his waist. A segment of the snow-white blade was unsheathed, silencing everything, as the aura capable of effortlessly cleaving space dispersed.

"Don't get agitated—wait till I finish speaking before you draw your sword," Muria said.

Facing the god who had already drawn his sword, Muria still maintained a warm smile, "Here's the thing, it was about five years ago, I received an invitation..."