CHAPTER 47: STILL A SERVANT!

He trailed his fingers down, along the curve of her cheekbone to her lips—soft, plump lips that had once tried to command him with a smile. Now they trembled under his touch.

Then down her jawline, smooth and elegant, before he rested his palm at the side of her neck. Her pulse beat erratically beneath his touch.

Finally, he spoke, his voice low and cold, each word heavy with disdain.

"Beautiful... but still just a servant."

He tilted his head slightly, studying her like one might inspect a delicate gem—valuable, yes, but not irreplaceable.

"A god’s beauty should be matched with power, not whored out like a common enchantress."

The words were poison, stabbing deep into her pride. Her eyes widened in fury—but she still couldn’t move.

"You once called me arrogant, Succubus Queen," he whispered, leaning slightly closer, the warmth of his breath caressing her lips. "But I ask you... who’s the one trembling now?"

The gods watching from the sidelines were stunned beyond words. Their shock didn’t come from what he was saying—it came from the fact that he could say it while they couldn’t even move their lips to respond.

He wasn’t just humiliating her. He was declaring dominance over all of them.

And none of them could do a damn thing about it.

The gods, one by one, began to lower their gaze—not out of shame, but because the power imbalance was too clear. Too raw.

The god of light clenched his fists.

The god of war gritted his teeth.

The god of darkness narrowed his gaze, trying to analyze the technique, the method, anything at all.

But there was nothing.

Even the frost goddess found herself gulping softly, unable to hold in the awe she felt... not just at his power, but at the sheer boldness of it.

Still holding her chin gently, Ileus leaned in, just a little closer.

His lips were nearly against hers, but he didn’t kiss her. Instead, he whispered—

"Let this be your final lesson. Your seduction is meaningless if the prey never hungers for you."

He touched her face, feeling her smooth and beautiful skin, then traced down her nose, then to her lips, and then to her jaw.

Then he traced down her jawline to her neck before saying...

"But I must say, you’re too beautiful to serve that God... why not become my servant instead?"

His words sent a shockwave through the minds of every god present.

What was Ileus talking about!?

Is he crazy?

Does he not cherish his life anymore?

What is he even thinking!?

Who did he think he was... to challenge the authority of the God of Qi and Dao!?

After hearing those audacious words, they could only think one thing—he’s digging his own grave.

No matter how strong he was, there was absolutely no way he could defeat the God of Qi and Dao—the Supreme God of the entire universe! This... was simply him biting more than he could chew.

Succubus Queen Lia, who had her eyes closed just moments ago—seemingly lost in the sensation of his fingers gliding across her skin—suddenly opened them wide, revealing a deeply shocked expression. Ileus’s words had struck her like lightning.

’He wants me to serve him? Hmph! He has to do more than talk... There’s no way he could defeat the God of Dao. The one who created Qi. He who stands above all and is blessed with heaven-defying talent! A boy born yesterday thinks he could slay the dragon himself? What a joke! I’ve never heard a more hilarious joke in all my existence...’

But... he is handsome.

Yes, even as she thought all of this, her eyes couldn’t help but admire Ileus’s features.

Up close, his body was a divine sculpture—a true masterpiece of masculine perfection. His glowing silver hair danced gently in the wind. His eyes shimmered with a mysterious blue glow that seemed to whisper secrets from beyond reality itself. Secrets that not even Supreme Gods could unravel.

His pointed nose. His perfectly shaped lips. The calm, confident, and uncaring expression etched into his face.

He looked like a true god.

A man born to stand at the peak.

Despite everything, she knew he had suffered and endured unimaginable trials to stand where he now stood. And in her heart, she respected him for one thing—he never bluffed. When Ileus said he would do something, no matter how ridiculous or impossible, he did it.

Back then, when he claimed he would create a new form of energy, everyone laughed and mocked him. They called him delusional.

But when he returned after his mysterious disappearance, he radiated with a new and unknown energy—something that wasn’t Qi.

They were all left stunned.

Yet this... this request—was it not too much? Wasn’t this akin to a newborn goat challenging a full-grown lion for dominance in the jungle? Anyone who heard such a thing would simply say—

"That goat must be tired of living."

It was madness. Suicide. A man who didn’t know his place.

And yet... a small part of her still wondered:

What if?

What if he really could?

Did he have the strength to match his words? Or was he just stupid?

Anyone watching this scene would never, in their right mind, think that a fight was taking place. This wasn’t a cultivator’s battle—it wasn’t even a fight of gods.

This was something far more dangerous.

It was a declaration of superiority.

And Ileus had already made it clear.

By now, all of Ileus’s creatures had finished their battle and stood in formation before the ancient temple’s entrance.

Below the frozen gods, the aftermath of the war between their armies and his was laid bare.

And it was an eyesore.

A slaughter. A massacre.

One glance and it was obvious who had won.

On the gods’ side—not a single survivor. On Ileus’s side—only a few injuries, barely any deaths.

It was what one would call—

Absolute Victory.

And yet, even with that truth glaring at them, the gods stood frozen, caught in a new kind of battle—a mental one.

They didn’t even care about their dead subordinates.

What troubled them now was their promise. The curse binding their words. They had vowed to kill Ileus with their own hands. But if the God of Qi killed him first... they would die, not because of failure in battle—but failure in oath.