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Chapter 72 - Chapter 72: Venting

The entire space was enveloped in a golden barrier, as if submerged in a radiant sea of gold, shimmering with dazzling light.

This barrier completely sealed off the area, preventing Harpas, Baqiu, and Osial from escaping.

Within the golden "cage," Baqiu roared furiously, its massive body slamming against the barrier—but it couldn't shake it in the slightest.

The barrier was solid as bedrock, not even trembling under the immense force.

Osial's heads unleashed torrential blasts of high-pressure water, and its colossal body rammed the barrier repeatedly—yet the golden walls remained utterly unmoved.

Shajin casually played with a Mora Coin in his hand, a sneer curling at the corner of his lips.

He found the commotion from the two gods unbearably dull, and muttered to himself, "So noisy~"

Then he flicked his thumb lightly.

The Mora Coin shot out like a bolt of lightning, precisely striking one of Osial's heads—obliterating it instantly.

Osial's shriek became even more anguished, but Shajin only frowned, visibly irritated by the racket.

He rubbed his temples and threatened coldly, "Overlord of the Vortex—Osial. Make another sound, and I'll eliminate you first."

Osial's remaining four heads immediately shut up, not daring to make a single noise.

Satisfied, Shajin smiled.

He raised his right hand and floated into the air.

At the same time, the ground beneath the Liyue crowd rose, lifting them skyward to a vantage point overlooking the battlefield.

"Sure, all of you attacking at once could be fun—but really, going one at a time stretches the fun out longer~"

A smirk tugged at Shajin's lips as he swept his hands outward.

Several immense curtains of light descended from the heavens, slicing the battlefield into three distinct zones like divine veils.

The expressions of the three gods below instantly darkened—they realized they had become chips on Shajin's gambling table.

"Place your lives as your wager. Bet everything you have."

Shajin's voice echoed through the air, like a whisper from the depths of hell.

His masked gaze swept across the three below, eyes gleaming with cruelty and indifference.

"You have no say in the matter."

His tone grew colder still.

With a flick of his fingers, three beams of light shot from his hand and embedded themselves into the three separated zones.

"Come on—place your bets!"

"All in… or nothing at all!"

The final words struck everyone like a hammer, booming across the battlefield like thunder, making their ears ring.

Below, the three wore grim expressions, already calculating how to deal with this life-or-death gamble.

"Now then… who should go first~"

Shajin traced the underside of his mask with one hand, as if contemplating a puzzle.

His gaze pierced through the mask and locked onto the enraged Harpas below.

"Human! I will make you my slave!!! I will tear you to pieces!!!"

Harpas's roar was like a thunderclap, causing the very air around him to tremble.

Veins bulged on his forehead, his eyes ablaze with fury, as though he could incinerate the world.

As the esteemed God of Dreams, he had never suffered such humiliation—his rage erupted like a volcanic storm.

"Even the mighty Morax has never dared to insult me like this!!!"

Harpas's roars reverberated through the air, filled with wrath and bitter indignation.

But in the face of this seething fury, Shajin remained utterly calm.

He stared at Harpas with a look of cold disdain.

In a blink, Shajin vanished from midair.

In the next moment—he stood right before Harpas.

No one could react in time.

"Since you love screaming so much, you'll go first."

Shajin's voice was cold, devoid of emotion—like a demon rising from the depths of the Abyss.

He slowly extended his right hand and effortlessly seized Harpas's head, like gripping a chicken by the neck.

Then, without hesitation—he slammed it into the ground.

BOOM!

A thunderous crash echoed as Harpas's skull smashed into the earth, kicking up a massive cloud of dust.

The ground caved in, a crater opening beneath him, with deep cracks spidering out in every direction.

"You want me to be your slave?"

Shajin grabbed Harpas's head again and slammed it down.

BOOM!

"You want to tear me to pieces?"

BOOM!

"You enjoy using authority to suppress others?"

BOOM!

"Then what good is your status compared to mine?"

Each blow shook the earth. The impact was immense.

Shajin moved with mechanical precision, merciless and relentless, giving Harpas no chance to breathe.

Harpas's body was smashed until it was mangled beyond recognition—bones shattered, flesh torn, blood soaking the soil.

Yet Shajin didn't stop.

His eyes remained cold and detached.

"Who do you think you are?"

BOOM!

"A god is supposed to be impressive?"

BOOM!

"And what's the point of being powerful?"

BOOM!

Each blow drained Harpas's vitality further.

At last, Shajin let go.

Harpas's skull had been pulverized into an unrecognizable mess.

Every impact Shajin delivered came with overwhelming force—his eyes shining with ruthless intensity.

Harpas's body trembled violently with each strike.

He tried to fight back—but Shajin's strength rendered him utterly powerless.

In Harpas's eyes—fear and despair took over.

Only then did he realize—he had encountered an enemy far beyond his reckoning.

More terrifying… even than Morax!!!

Osial, Baqiu, and the entire Liyue crowd stared, dumbfounded, at this one-sided massacre.

Each collision between Harpas and the ground was like a storm of devastation, sending tremors through the battlefield.

Shajin's movements were flawless and brutal, giving Harpas no chance to recover.

Each slam chipped away at Harpas's life force, his body growing weaker and his eyes duller with every second.

At last—Shajin released him.

Harpas's head had become a bloody ruin.

...

Paimon covered her mouth, staring in disbelief at the scene before her.

That terrifying God of Dreams who had nearly driven them to despair—was now helpless in Shajin's grasp.

Lumine's expression twisted with unease.

She couldn't shake the feeling that something about Shajin… was off.

This wasn't like he was enjoying a fight.

It felt more like…

He was venting.

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