「Fifteen minutes later.」
"S-stop hitting me… I admit you're the most beautiful goddess…"
In a magnificent Ancient Greek palace, the Goddess of Love and Beauty, Aphrodite, was being held by the collar, her voice a mournful plea for mercy. Her stunning face—the very one that had earned the endless praise and adoration of the Olympian gods—was now a mess of black and blue. Her eyelids were swollen shut, and even her pleas were muffled and indistinct. In her miserable state, not a trace of the peerless beauty remained.
Nearby, Celestial Queen Hera and the Goddess of War and Wisdom Athena were similarly battered and bruised, lying on the ground on the verge of death.
Li Xiye lowered her raised fist and released her grip on Aphrodite's collar, letting her crumple to the ground. The goddess cradled her injured face and whimpered pathetically.
