The Lovely Heiress Is Actually A God Beast

Chapter 757: Chapter 757: Unworthy of the War God’s Deep Affection

”Old Tree Granny! What’s happened to you!”

”Run! Run fast!”

A crack appeared on the old tree, like the earth cleaved by the tip of a sword.

”Granny, what on earth has happened to you!”

Bai Shuang had a terrible thought in her mind, it was War God! This must be the work of War God!

She shook her head vigorously, casting the frightening idea out of her mind.

How could that be possible!

War God shouldn’t have arrived yet; by now, he should have been held back by the elders.

Even if War God has become old, with Old Tree Granny’s power, she should not have fallen to this state!

If it really was War God, how powerful must he be?

”Run! It’s War God!” In her ear, Old Tree Granny gave her an answer that sent tremors through her pupils and chilled her to the bone.

”Impossible... How can this be possible...”

Bai Shuang was petrified, her eyes hollow and spiritless as if her soul had been scared away.

”Silly girl, stop daydreaming, he’s almost upon us! Granny can’t protect you, quickly go find your mother—” The voice abruptly stopped.

The sound of a sharp blade scraping against the ground grew nearer.

Both the Old Tree Lady and Bai Shuang looked up simultaneously, turning their gaze toward the man approaching through the woods.

The tall man was clad in military attire, wearing a silver-gray helmet, and as sunlight passed through the leaves and fell upon him, spotty and flickering shadows played over his form. In one arm, he cradled Little Beast Bai Bai; in his other hand, he wielded a long sword. Wherever he went, the ground would crack and collapse, and flames burst forth in his wake, leaving not a single blade of grass behind.

Tree roots were severed and set ablaze. The ancient tree had already lost the strength to stay rooted; facing the War God’s indifferent and unfeeling gaze, as calm as a placid ancient well, tears of green liquid rolled from the corners of the Old Lady’s eyes, her mouth, and her nostrils.

With just a gentle swing of his sword, despite being a hundred paces away, it generated only a gust of wind.

But it was this gentle breeze from the sword’s edge that instantaneously toppled the ancient tree. The face of the old woman disappeared, the entire tree no longer showed signs of life, and it turned into a decaying, rotten wood right where it stood.

On normal days, the old lady would modestly refer to herself as decrepit, but she never imagined that after death, she would confirm her everyday self-deprecation by truly becoming a decrepit piece of wood.

The fights between experts never required too many fancy moves; oftentimes, victory or defeat was determined by a single move, or even a single thought.

The old lady had not expected that the mighty War God would not engage her directly but would start from the roots instead; such a move seemed somewhat dishonorable.

But she forgot, War God was never meant to fight alone. He commanded an army of a hundred thousand divine soldiers and generals. What he truly excelled in was military strategy, and this was but one of his strategies. In war, deceit is not detestable, it’s about securing the greatest victory with the least loss.

War God approached step by step.

Bai Shuang was scared stiff, the entire fox standing dumbstruck by the rotten wood, not realizing the pair of war boots in front of her until the War God had already arrived and towered above her with a cold, condescending gaze.

”I... I am the Princess of Qingqiu! You can’t kill me... you can’t kill me...”

She stepped back in fear, shaking, the few remaining hairs on her body standing on end, warily watching War God. Yet, she couldn’t bear his cold gaze for long and eventually let her eyes fall upon Little Beast Bai Bai nestled in War God’s arms.

Little Beast Bai Bai was sleeping soundly, seemingly dreaming of something delicious as it smacked its lips and snuggled closer into War God’s embrace.

Bai Shuang’s gaze upon Little Beast Bai Bai grew even more dark and sinister.

Both were white.

Both were beasts.

Why should this useless Little Beast become War God’s mount, to stay by his side, protected and cherished by him?

What merits did it have to deserve such lavish affection from War God?

Unworthy! It was utterly unworthy!

Just a beast that couldn’t even manage Transformation, resorting to its original form to act cute and play the fool—how could such a creature be fit! How could it!

The intense malevolence in her stare made Little Beast Bai Bai feel uneasy.