Invincible! This person has lived for a billion years

"..." Satan clearly wasn't the type of demon adept at speech.

Even in ancient times, he was known to be cold, merciless, brutal, and bloodthirsty, killing on sight without needless chatter.

These years were no different, endlessly striving to enhance his power without pause.

Now, William was saying these things to him...

Did he take him for a fool?

"William the Obliterator! Are you playing with me?!" Though not given to eloquence, Satan realized that William the Obliterator was toying with him!

With a roar of fury, Satan fiercely thrust his God-slaying Spear towards William's head.

The Demon King Satan's enraged strike with the God-slaying Spear was not to be underestimated, even by high-ranking god-kings.

William simply lifted his eyelid, extended his hand, and caught the spearhead of the God-slaying Spear directly.

The space around William and Satan drastically changed, leaving them in a void, alone.

"Deal with those demon lords yourself!"

Alice watched as William and Satan disappeared before her eyes, with William's voice echoing in her ears.

Deal with it myself?

Alice looked up at the sky, swirling with demonic energy like a tidal wave, and screamed, "Loki! Jesus! Help!!"

...

In the void, Satan stared at William in horror.

William the Obliterator hadn't drawn his sword!

He had simply caught the God-slaying Spear with his bare hand?

His full-force strike, all his power, felt like it had sunk into the abyss, with William the Obliterator standing there, expression unaltered.

"You..." Satan withdrew the God-slaying Spear, his tone somewhat dispirited, "I never imagined that after sealing myself away in the Burning Hells, filled with flames, pain, and darkness, focusing on improving my strength for hundreds of thousands of years, I would still be no match for you."

William didn't exert any force, allowing Satan to withdraw the God-slaying Spear, then said, "Let's just say you won, okay?"

"What do you mean 'let's just say I won'?" Satan howled to the sky, loudly saying, "Winning is winning, losing is losing!"

"Then you've won!" William thought Satan was being childishly pedantic. Did he really have to be so petty?

Satan was on the verge of madness.

What was even going on?

He had endured hundreds of thousands of years of arduous training, all for the sake of revenge. And now, upon encountering William the Obliterator again, he was being treated as though he was being placated like a child!

"Win what? My full force strike couldn't even harm a single hair on your head! William the Obliterator, this is an insult to me!"

More than once, Satan had imagined what it would be like to face William the Obliterator again.

The entire Divine Realm destroyed, planets shattered, lifeless bodies floating through space.

Vanishing into the cosmos!

Even if he were to die again at the sword of William the Obliterator, his demonic soul extinguished, turning to ash.

But recalling it was at least blood-pumping, filling him with excitement.

And now?

William the Obliterator had given away his sword, easily caught his attack, and then conceded defeat.

Is it all over just like that?

All his years of anticipation turned to naught.

It felt like tens of thousands of ants crawling over his body, more unbearable than being killed.

William and Satan stood far apart, and after a long while, William tore off half a strand of his hair and handed it to Satan: "No problem, this is for you..."

"..." Satan stared at the half strand of hair in William's hand, the space around them seemingly freezing.

"That's not what I meant!" Satan was completely disordered. Had all his years of hard work and power enhancement been for half a strand of William the Obliterator's hair?

"Don't want it?" William raised an eyebrow, this strand of hair almost like a lollipop a creepy guy uses to lure little girls.

Satan slowly extended his bony claw, carefully pinching the half strand of hair that William handed over, his inner feelings as complex as can be.

The mighty King of Demons, Satan, who had endured agonizing torment for hundreds of thousands of years, all for the sake of obtaining this half strand of hair?

Holding onto the hair, Satan grew increasingly angry the more he thought about it, glaring at William and exclaiming, "We can't just leave it at this!!"

William's eyes narrowed slightly, his demeanor calm as he said, "Then decide on whatever settlement you wish!"

Satan's aura grew even more terrifying, the God-slaying Spear in his hand emitting a strange glow. He took two steps back, putting away the half-strand of William's hair, and said in a deep voice, "I hadn't used my full strength just now!"

William could tell, Satan hadn't fully vented his anger, becoming angrier the more he thought about it.

"Die!!" Satan swung the God-slaying Spear again, its tip crushing the void with a heavy dark aura. The power contained in this strike was enough to pierce through the entire Divine Realm.

William stood still, as if the scene was replaying, catching the God-slaying Spear with one hand, forcefully snatching it from Satan's skeletal claw, then grabbing it with both hands and giving it a knee lift.

Clang!

Satan's God-slaying Spear snapped like a sugarcane.

William broke the God-slaying Spear, tossed it aside casually, and said without expression, "Continue!"

"I..."

Satan's jaws opened and closed, lamenting that the ancient times lacked the word "FUCK," unable to verbally express his current feelings.

At this point, Satan couldn't just admit defeat. Just because he couldn't win, should he stop fighting?

He refused to believe that William the Obliterator was truly invincible!

An Abyssal Orb, formed from the dark power he had accumulated over 80,000 years in the land of evil, suddenly appeared in his hand, "This is the Abyssal Orb, a concentration of shadow energy that could devour a parallel universe with just a sliver of its power..."

William asked, "Do you think we should use rosemary or chili powder for the barbecue?"

"This... are we discussing what seasoning to use for barbecue?" Satan was nearly driven to madness!

"This... am I discussing what seasoning to use for barbecue with you?" Satan was on the verge of madness!

In ancient times, when they were to compete, they would usually display their divine artifacts and secret techniques before officially starting the battle.

It was all about showing off.

Yet again, Satan was interrupted by William, this jerk. He was already a man of few words, and this really felt like a breakdown!

Here Satan was, introducing his powerful artifact, but William wasn't paying any attention at all, merely pondering over his dinner plans.

Hmm, Ghidorah's neck would taste better marinated in sauce, and adding schili powder might bring a unique flavor.

Furious, Satan hurled the Abyssal Orb, formed of dark power, at William.

He expected that, at least this time, William would dodge it!

Could he really catch the attack of the Abyssal Orb outright?

Seeing the Abyssal Orb flying towards him, William slowly reached out and caught it in his palm.

"..." Satan stood there, completely shattered mentally.

Was it really that simple?

Just like that, William the Obliterator had caught the Abyssal Orb, which condensed all the dark power of the Burning Hells.

"What are you doing?" Satan witnessed an even more horrifying scene.

William the Obliterator, this guy, actually slapped the Abyssal Orb into powder, tasting the powder...

"Tasting it." William then pinched a bit of the powder onto his tongue to taste.

To think that the Abyssal Orb, which concentrated all the dark power of the Burning Hells and could devour a parallel universe with just a sliver of its energy, would turn into seasoning in the hands of William the Obliterator?

To taste it?

Satan was so angry that the joints in his body cracked and popped!