He froze instantly, unable to move a muscle.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Amaterasu's gaze shoot toward him like a cold arrow.
Just moments ago, he had watched the entire breathtaking, legendary series of events unfold from the sidelines.
The awe he once held for Amaterasu had long since vanished like a bubble, replaced by utter disdain and suspicion.
He thought scornfully,
'How could Amaterasu, the so-called Supreme God of the White-Red Empire, be so pathetic and easily defeated?'
'She's no different from a total weakling. Her past prestige is a joke.'
'He even began to wonder if the person before him was the real Amaterasu at all.'
'Could it be some overconfident buffoon trying to pass off a fake as the real thing?'
'Or maybe a bizarre and malicious Evil Spirit in disguise?'
'Otherwise, how could she not even handle a single mortal?'
But then his thoughts shifted, and he remembered Chu He's fearsome reputation.
