The People's God: Sacrificing Trillions to Ascend-Chapter 558 - Muscular Man in a Sheer Dress

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As per the rules, the winner took everything. The Blood Coliseum now held full ownership of the Asura Coliseum.

After the crowd dispersed, Han Wu tiredly sat on the throne and waited for the Asura staff to deliver the financial report.

A long time passed before Steely arrived, gripping one of the staff members in his arms along with the huge stack of reports.

“Glorious God, a few of them refused to cooperate, so I executed them,” Steely reported.

Han Wu nodded with satisfaction. As the new owner, he had to be stern with the staff and let them know how serious he was. “Give me the report.”

The trembling staff member stepped forward. Terror flooded his face as he gingerly presented the documents to Han Wu.

As Han Wu reached out to take the report, the staff member’s demeanor suddenly changed. From between the pages, he drew a God dagger as thin as a cicada’s wing and lunged at Han Wu.

Among Han Wu’s units, the Umbral Mouse was the fastest to react. Lacking any offensive abilities, it could only tackle the staff member that was trying to assassinate Han Wu.

The staff member crashed to the ground, and the other units quickly pinned him down.

Even while pinned, the staff member glared at Han Wu and shouted, “You liar! You can fool others, but not me! Lord Faido is still alive.”

Steely rushed over and knelt before Han Wu. “I underestimated him and was deceived by his demeanor. Glorious God, please punish me for my mistake.”

Han Wu shook his head and looked at the staff member. This fellow is a really good actor. He would’ve won an Oscar in my original world. How did I fail to detect his bloodlust? His facade was flawless.

Amelia pressed her Fulgurwood sword against the staff member’s neck. “Glorious God, how should we deal with him?”

The man showed no fear and even shouted back, “Even if I die, there are still many who remain loyal to Lord Faido. You charlatan, you will die!”

Amelia burned with fury at the way the man humiliated Han Wu. In a flash of rage, she decapitated him, and he fell silent forever. Even in death, his eyes were still glaring at Han Wu as if he had already witnessed his demise.

Han Wu sighed. This outcome was unavoidable. Whenever leadership changed hands, some would cling to the former leader and refuse to acknowledge the new one. Determining loyalty with certainty was nearly impossible.

He made a ruthless decision: he would sacrifice everyone. It was better to eliminate the threat at its source than to risk future assassination attempts by sparing them.

Steely left to prepare for the ceremony. Han Wu carefully reviewed the report, which detailed the Asura Coliseum’s assets, treasures, and ring types. He cross-checked the acquisition and research reports to confirm the accuracy of the financial records.

After a brief calculation, he realized that the Asura Coliseum’s holdings were sufficient to offset the losses he incurred at the Blood Coliseum and still leave it with a profit. He felt much more relaxed as he finished reading.

He was about to continue with the report when voices reached his ears. He looked around and froze. A muscular man in a sheer dress had appeared out of nowhere.

The stranger’s muscles bulged beneath the fabric, and his face was buried under a thick beard. Despite that, he twisted and squirmed in the dress with exaggerated, feminine gestures.

The contrast was startling enough to make Han Wu pause as his mind struggled to reconcile what he was seeing.

The units around him exchanged uneasy looks. The sudden appearance alone felt deeply unnatural.

Akanzor and Bart stepped forward at once, blocking the man from getting any closer to Han Wu.

“Who goes there? You are not allowed to get near our God!” Akanzor warned.

The muscular man ignored him. He flicked his hand, and Akanzor was blasted backward, slamming into a wall thirty meters away.

Bart loosed a volley of arrows at lightning speed, but the man easily grabbed and snapped them in half. Bart stared in disbelief. He was already an Earthsunder life form, and someone at the same rank should not have been able to do that so effortlessly.

The only possibility was that the man was a Heavenrender life form or above. Yet Bart didn’t sense anything from him that suggested power beyond the Earthsunder rank.

Han Wu could tell that the man had some sort of Skill capable of concealing his presence so completely that no one could discern his true strength. Even Akanzor and Bart were unable to perceive it.

“That’s enough. Bart, stand down,” Han Wu instructed. “Who are you and why are you here?”

The man delicately raised his fingers and spoke in an effeminate tone. “I heard that Faido was defeated, so I came here to personally see which hero accomplished such a feat. To think the one responsible for Faido’s death is so young and handsome. Hohoho. You are truly ravishing!”

The contrast between the man’s voice and appearance only deepened Han Wu’s discomfort. He forced himself to keep his expression steady.

“You’ve seen me. Now leave. The door is at the back,” Han Wu said, waving the man off. He wanted the unsettling presence gone as soon as possible.

Not killing the man for barging in uninvited was courteous enough in Han Wu’s opinion.

The burly man stomped his heavy feet and grumbled, “Hmph! I just arrived, and you are already chasing me away? Am I that unwelcome? Say that you hate me, and I’ll leave at once.”

“I hate you,” Han Wu spat without a second thought.

“I don’t believe you!” the burly man said coquettishly.

Han Wu turned to Amelia and barked, “Give me your sword so I can kill him!”