God Lords, in the eyes of the people of the world, were like sovereigns of the nine heavens—lofty beyond reach, impossible to look up to.
In the eyes of gods across the world, God Lords were also the pinnacle of the divine path, wielding the Laws of Immortality and standing proudly atop the heavens.
Whenever a God Lord fell, it often sent shockwaves through the world and caused an earth-shattering uproar.
Yet now, within this great hall, all six God Lords, including Sect Leader Liang Lingxu, had perished.
Neither Su Yi nor Zang Wushu showed much reaction to this.
In their eyes, even God Lords who had set foot in the Immortal Realm came in all manner of strengths.
Those slain this time had merely been ordinary figures among God Lords.
The strongest had only been an Eight Refinements God Lord. What was there to make such a fuss about?
"That strike contained at least eight thousand years of your peak cultivation."
Su Yi praised him.
Zang Wushu rolled his eyes expressionlessly. "It was merely a casual blow, yet you praise me like this. You're clearly saying one thing and meaning another."
Su Yi laughed. "So I can't even praise you?"
Zang Wushu said, "The day I can beat you black and blue will make me far happier than this insincere praise."
Su Yi said with a smile, "As I am now, I'm indeed far inferior to you."
Zang Wushu said, "I can't be bothered to bully a Middle God like you. Once you step into the God Lord Realm, perhaps I'll play with you."
That was Zang Wushu—blunt by nature, with an unyielding spine. Only those he acknowledged could be regarded as his kind.
Those he did not acknowledge, he simply ignored.
Many great enemies of the same realm