It wouldn't be long before he became a laughingstock among the gods; at this moment, the god of shadows and conspiracy hated nothing more than to tear the man before him to pieces. However, reason told him that staying here would likely put him in danger. One Arthur was troublesome enough, and adding a desecrator of the gods of unknown strength to the mix was more than he could handle.
"Arthur, just wait, I'll draw your soul and burn it in flames for a thousand years," the god of shadows and conspiracy revealed his true form, stepping into the dense shadows and shouted loudly.
Arthur, however, scoffed with disdain, "I'll be waiting!"
"Hmph!" A cold snort appeared in the sky, and the god of shadows and conspiracy left in sullenness. This battle had truly been a blow to his pride. He urgently needed to return to his divine kingdom to heal the wounds in his heart.