Just as Aphrodite was about to lower the Fangtian Halberd, he suddenly tightened his grip again. His godly instincts warned him that something terrible would happen if he let it go.
Ares became even more enraged at the sight.
"Kid, I'll teach you what respect for gods truly means!"
"Let's hope you're someone worthy of my respect."
With those few words, the air was instantly charged with tension.
The gods moved en masse from the grand temple to the Olympus Arena. Ares held a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, clad in black armor and a crimson cape. He banged his shortsword against the shield, producing sharp clanking sounds, and roared furiously at Nezha.
The stands, packed with divine spectators, erupted with fervent cheers at this display.
"Show that guy the might of a god!"
"Go, Ares! Teach that arrogant punk an unforgettable lesson!"
