Fall: Rebirth

"Death God, I've heard that you despise the common people, but I didn't expect you to be so dismissive of me." Yan Yin's heart seemed to be burned into a scorched earth by anger, and anger and humiliation surged like a tide, filling every cell. He widened his eyes and stared at Ye You, the anger in his eyes seemed to be able to ignite the whole world.

At this moment, there was a dead silence in the hall. All the gods fell into silence, and no one dared to break the suffocating silence.

After listening to Yan Yin's speech, Qingtian, who was sitting at the top of the hall, raised his eyebrows slightly, glanced at the gods casually, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and remained silent. He seemed to be looking forward to the development of the next situation.

Ling Han knew that his master had a very high prestige in the God Realm. Normally, those high-ranking gods and many lesser gods were very awed by Ye You, and some of the lesser gods would even tremble with fear when they heard the word "Death God".

However, the person he was facing today was the Fire God Yan Yin, who was also a God-level being, but Ye You was still so cold and arrogant, not taking him seriously at all. This attitude made Ling Han feel nervous and scared.

Chu Heng and Xi'er, who were standing on both sides of Ling Han, could not help but look at him, with a hint of nervousness in their eyes. They did not dare to ask easily, and could only cast their gazes on Ye You and Yan Yin again, silently observing the confrontation between the two.

Ye You smiled contemptuously, turned around slowly, and his eyes fell on Yan Yin. There was endless coldness and contempt in his eyes, and he said in a cold voice: "Whether I despise the common people or not is not the point, but at this moment, I really don't take you seriously."

Yan Yin's face instantly became extremely ugly. As the God of Fire, when had he ever suffered such contempt?

“God of Death, how dare you be so arrogant!” Yan Yin shouted angrily, and flames suddenly rose from his body. The entire hall was suddenly shrouded in a hot breath.

However, Ye You was not affected by the heat wave at all. She raised her face slightly and glanced at Yan Yin with contempt, with a heart-pounding breath of death emanating from her whole body.

"What? Do you want to take action?" Ye You raised the corner of his mouth slightly, with a hint of disdain in his tone, and the look hidden under the mask seemed even more evil and provocative.

Yan Yin stared at Ye You, his hands clenched into fists, and a fierce confrontation was about to break out.

"God of Fire, please pay attention to the order of hierarchy." Ye You spoke again, his tone still as cold as ice.

"You!" Yan Yin was so angry that he was fuming. As the high and mighty God of Fire, when had he ever suffered such a great humiliation?

Ye You didn't care at all and still stared at him coldly.

At this moment, Qingtian finally said, "Enough."

Although Yan Yin was still dissatisfied in his heart, he had to suppress his arrogance and glared at Ye You fiercely.

"God of Death, you are too arrogant." Qingtian's voice was not loud, but it was full of majesty.

Ye You sneered, raised his head, looked coldly at Qingtian in the center of the hall, and responded unceremoniously: "I just stated the facts. Does the ancestor god think that I am wrong?"

Qingtian frowned slightly, he looked at Ye You, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

The gods looked at each other. They all knew very well that the only person who dared to talk to the ancestor god like this was the god of death.

Ling Han couldn't help but frown, his heart filled with worry, fearing that Ye You would be punished by the Ancestral God because of this matter.

Although Yuangu knew that it was not the first time that Ye You spoke to Qingtian in such a tone, he still stopped fanning himself and carefully observed Qingtian's reaction.

"Hmph! God of Death, don't be so presumptuous and rude by relying on the ancestor god's favor towards you!" Yan Yin rebuked angrily.

"Favoritism?" Ye You sneered again. Her eyes were still as cold as ice. She stared straight at Yan Yin and said, "If favoritism means that I have to bear those difficult missions, then I would rather give up this favoritism. Otherwise, why not let the God of Fire feel this favoritism as well? How about it?"

After saying these words, Ye You once again turned his gaze towards Qingtian above the hall.

At this moment, Qingtian's eyes were cold and sharp. All the gods couldn't help but become nervous and secretly broke into a cold sweat.

Ziying couldn't hold back his curiosity and doubts, so he carefully leaned closer to Yuangu and asked in a low voice, "What on earth is going on?"

Yuangu did not respond directly to Ziying's question. Instead, he slightly shook the folding fan in his hand and placed it lightly to his lips, making a gesture of silence, indicating Ziying to shut up.

When Ziying saw this, he immediately understood what he meant. He said no more, turned his head silently, continued to pay attention to the movements in front of the hall, and quietly observed the changes in the situation.

At this time, Qingtian said: "Death, it seems that you are a little dissatisfied with me. In this case, why don't you tell me what you think." His tone was unusually calm, without any ripples in it.

Ye You looked at Qingtian expressionlessly, and said without disguising, "Since the Ancestor God asked me to speak, I will speak directly. I have been in charge of the underworld for many years. I have never delegated matters, big or small, that I can handle personally to others, and I have never been slack. But now, in the mouth of the God of Fire, I have become a god who despises the common people. When I was not in the God Realm, I didn't expect that even my little disciples dared to go wild in front of the Temple of the God of Death! For these so-called common people, my new disciples almost had no chance to see me, and were even almost killed by the God of Fire. Even Zi Yu, who had followed me for ten thousand years, almost died. You are indifferent to all these, how else do you want me to treat you?"

After Qingtian pondered for a moment, he slowly said: "The merits of the God of Death are known to all gods. I will definitely give you corresponding compensation in the future."

Ye You couldn't help but sneer when he heard this, and said, "No need! In the future, I just want to be an idle god and no longer care about the affairs of the underworld. As for the jurisdiction of the underworld, you can find whoever you want to take over."

As soon as Ye You said this, the gods started discussing.

Even several gods showed surprise. Matters of the underworld have always been of vital importance. How could they give up so easily?

There was a hint of majesty in Qingtian's tone, and he said in a deep voice: "The matter of the underworld is of great importance. How can we just ignore it? This matter still needs to be considered carefully."