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Who are you?

Who is your god?

You are trying to fool the gods of the world with this trick, heh...

That apostle's tone was grim.

Only apostles like them could see through this matter clearly.

Because of the auras surrounding Chen Feng—the so-called "First Resonator," "Strongest Future Apostle," and the "Strongest God"—these deities were blinded and utterly failed to see the truth.

Only them!

Only peers like them could see the essence of the matter.

From beginning to end, this whole affair was an absolute joke.

Boom!

Endless killing intent pervaded the Azure Sky.

The killing intent of over a hundred gods startled even several people in Qiu Zhan City, who feared that a single mishap would result in this place being destroyed by these deities.

At this moment.

All living beings looked at Chen Feng.

Whether apostle or god, they demanded an explanation.

Because of the Chen Feng incident, over a hundred gods, three to four hundred apostles, and countless resonators had gathered here, and they needed an account!

Boom!

A terrifying pressure descended.

Such extreme and oppressive conditions caused even gods with weak divine power to collapse.

However...

Chen Feng held firm.

Now that his Bootleg Nascent Soul had reached great success, he had entered an extremely special state. To him, this so-called Shen Wei was nothing more than ordinary presence.

Who are you?

Chen Feng looked at that apostle.

Shi Yong, apostle of the God of Cold Wind.

That apostle felt a slight surge of pride.

Having proven himself before so many gods and apostles, he had also raised some awareness for his own god, which might bring in more believers in the future.

What is your strength?

Chen Feng smiled.

Apostle Ninth Tier.

Shi Yong was confident.

His god was not some newly born little