"It's all his fault!"
The Sukhacara Sage pointed at Indra, angrily chastising him as he spoke.
Hearing this, Shiva nodded slightly, feeling there was some sense to it. His gaze then shifted and fell upon Indra.
Indra couldn't help but narrow his eyes and cast a glance at Sukhacara.
Oh!
This guy sure knows how to argue a bad case!
Indra chuckled softly.
"I killed Dulantak!"
"That's because Dulantak was still alive and reviving!"
"Besides, when I killed them, I split them in two, ensuring they died cleanly and beautifully without suffering pain—how could that be called a cruel slaughter?"
Indra spread his hands and said.
"But they had just resurrected!" the Sukhacara Sage exclaimed, his eyes wide open as he immediately retorted.
"Nonsense!"
Nonsense! Nonsense! Nonsense!
Indra let out a vehement rebuke, echoing across the vast expanse, immediately interrupting the words of the Sukhacara Sage.
He gave a slight smile and glanced at Sukhacara.
Swish!
