Chapter 1331: Zela's Injustice
Chapter 1331 Zela's Injustice
"Strange, she's not replying to me." Zualin frowned, "I can feel that my messages are reaching her. But for some reason, she's ignoring me."
"When's the last time you contacted her?" Faunkill asked.
"Around 800 years ago." Zualin coughed, "And I only told her that I've eaten dinner."
"..." Faunkill turned silent, staring at Zualin like he was a bigger idiot among the two.
"What, she won't hate me, you know." Zualin snorted, "I'm her dad."
"Well..." Faunkill tried to retort before sighing in response, lacking the energy to do anything. 'I hope she's doing well.'
"Why don't you try to contact her?" Zualin said all of a sudden, "You too should have the means to contact her."
"I...do indeed. But..." Faunkill hesitated.
"Just try it once. No harm done." Zualin forced him. "Who knows, she might have forgiven you after so long."
"Fine..." Faunkill sighed before riling up his Godly Energy, coursing a thought through a certain law that was quickly transmitted throughout the God Realm, falling into the response of a certain flying individual.
"...Shit, she replied!" Faunkill trembled as his face paled, gazing at Zualin, "And she's still angry."
Boom!
Suddenly, the skies above the Mountain Sect ruptured as a booming voice resounded, "Rat bastard! You dare remain elusive all along?"
"Your dad's here!" Faunkill was flustered upon hearing her voice as he immediately thought up a plan, trapping Zualin in his hold, "Wife! I've finally captured your elusive dad!"
"I'll deal with him later!" Came a voice as a beam of light slammed into Faunkill after piercing through the barrier shielding the Mountain Sect.
"Gah!" Faunkill grunted in pain as tens of thousands of punches rained down on him every second, at speeds beyond what even he could react to, causing his body to be pummelled by the other party.
"It...hurts!" Faunkill shouted as he was mysteriously able to feel pain from every punch, as if he had a mortal body. This shouldn't have been possible for him, as his body was fully comprised of pure laws now.
"It...hurts?" The rain of punches stopped as a figure slowly manifested before Faunkill. Golden hair that danced in the wind, a jet-blank body that resembled the depths of the void and crystalline orange eyes that resembled the sun. The woman resembled a deity as she stared at him in silence before slowly extending her hands.
"Eh? I'm not feeling pain anymore." Faunkill was surprised to see all the pain vanishing as he quickly healed his injuries.
"Good, now for round two." Saying so, the woman began to pummel him once again, causing him to shriek in response for every hit that made him feel like he had returned to being a mortal.
"Every time you turn someone into a mortal, I'll make you experience the same pain a mortal feels." The woman said, hitting him nonstop. The impact from the punches wasn't much. It didn't even generate any shockwaves.
Or rather, the power behind the punches were only as much as a mortal. It shouldn't even hurt those at the God Foundation Realm, not to mention a Primal God.
But here, it did, causing Faunkill to constantly shriek in pain. He noticed that the deformity in his body was only due to the pain he was reeling from. The attacks he faced didn't even scratch him.
After all, the power behind these punches was only at the mortal level.
"This is...?" Zamura frowned, gazing at the massive hole in the Sect's barrier as he hurriedly repaired it, heaving a sigh in relief when he noticed that the Sect's Guardian Spirit wasn't injured.
The Guardian Spirit was a trump card that hadn't been revealed yet even when the Golden Gate Sect had invaded. He was saving it up for the time when the Sect was truly in a crisis.
He then observed the woman attack Faunkill at such speeds that her hands weren't even visible to his divine sense. It only seemed like she missed a pair of hands.
But when she stopped attacking, they appeared. So, it made him realise that when she attacked, they moved so fast that they appeared to not exist.
"That's my daughter, Zela, currently known as the Mortal Hit Primal God." Zualin said.
"Dad, come here and get beaten up." Zela stopped hitting Faunkill as she glared at Zualin, prompting him to arrive closer as she smacked him for a good two minutes too, "Why the heck didn't you not contact me for so long, huh? Do you really think it's cool to make someone wait for an eternity? Huh? Do you like that?"
"And, why the heck do you need 800 freaking years to eat dinner? When you last contacted me, you said you were having dinner. I thought you abandoned me and made a new family!" She began to cry eventually, plopping to the ground.
"Why? Is it fun to leave people alone?"
"I had revived just recently." Faunkill said, sighing, "I realise my faults. If you wish to kill me, I'll accept it."
"Shut up! You braindead shitroach!" Zela screamed as she punched him in the face, "The what? Do you want me to live as a widow for the rest of my life?"
"B-But I heard that you dumped me?" Faunkill said before facing Zualin.
"Dumped who? Shut up and eat my fist!" Zela said in anger and continued to pummel him, "I warned you all along to stop acting like an idiotic freaking tyrant. But you didn't listen, didn't you? You then went and offended a freaking God and was almost eradicated. If I hadn't pleaded on your behalf for ten thousand years, that God would have annihilated your Land Incarnations too."
'So, that's what happened in the end.' Zualin understood, 'Right, there weren't any Primal Gods strong enough to kill him to the extent that he needed tens of thousands of years just to recover his Land Incarnation from the tiny fragment left behind.'
Upon seeing Zela continue to scream the injustice she had to endure while pummelling Faunkill, Zualin silently prayed for the other party and gazed at Zamura, "This won't end soon. It'll take a few years at the very least. Shall we start preparations for the Sect wars?"
"Might as well do that." Zamura sighed, introducing himself to Zela as he moved the two to a villa in the Sect, leaving her to pummel him until she was satisfied.