Dao Ma the River God ignored Rowan's words and looked at the vibrating weapon that he was holding,
"What sort of weapon is that?" Dao Ma called out partly in shock and partly in greed.
Rowan smiled, aware that the god did not find this situation any bit threatening, "Answer my question and I will answer yours."
Dao Ma's head reared back in surprise, the gall of this mortal was annoying, and then he seemed to figure something out and he laughed,
"Hah, here is the trap! The arrangement is ingenious and I don't even understand the energy flowing inside the Formation. For the first time in many millennia, the efforts of a mortal caught my attention. Tell me who is the god behind you?"
Dao Ma looked at the skies and shouted, "Come out and stop playing games, except you wish your vassals here to be sacrificed to placate my irritation."
Rowan went mute in shock, not knowing if he should laugh or cry, this god had truly underestimated him, if it was any other time, he would have found this development to be pleasing, an enemy that underestimated him was a sure sign of their impending doom, but now he needed this god to show him all his tricks and to fight him with his all.
He was even ready to die and lose some lifespan if it meant he understood the combat capability of a god. Rowan groaned in annoyance, should he make the first move?
The River God began to call out various names, he seemed to be using a sort of homing sound to trace if his words would have any effect, most likely searching for the so-called perpetrators. Rowan noticed that gods tend to use their words in many intriguing manners.
Dao Ma waited for a reply, getting none, his eyes began glowing with anger, "It would seem I don't know you, yet you wish to cause a quarrel between us. You have spent a lot of time and effort setting this thing up, and I'm sure the Divine Beast you used to attract my attention is fake as well. Hmm, very creative, but still foolish. If you leave your mortals to die, so shall it be, I shall feast on their brains, and I will hunt you down to the end of the universe and wear your skull for an eternity for disturbing my peace."
Dao Ma observed everything around with a relaxed look on his crocodilian face, "This trap must be the height of achievement for a mortal, did the god you serve promise you a great reward on your death? For you, what did he promise? A thousand virgins? Hahaha. But are you not forgetting something very important, you impudent mortals,"
His voice began to rise, and the scepter in his hand began to glow with a bright green light,
'Finally.' Rowan's eyes sharpened, "Interesting, he pulls power from his Aura!" he muttered to himself.
Dao Ma roared, "Before the might of a god, all your plans are nothing!"
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