Xu Xian was in great pain.
He clutched his head.
"My head is about to split open!"
"I don't know what to do."
Yet just as he wanted to ignore everything, he saw someone viciously swinging a club at another person.
They were clearly trying to beat someone to death.
He hurriedly used fierce winds and huge waves to stop their armed brawl.
"No fighting! Stop fighting!" he shouted desperately.
But no one could hear him.
That left him deeply frustrated.
"Great Immortal, why can't they hear what I'm saying?"
Wenren Sheng shook his head. "Naturally, it is because your power is still not strong enough. You cannot yet manifest yourself directly in broad daylight."
"To put it plainly, you are still at the stage of the Netherworld Gods. It is only because of my empowerment that you far surpass ordinary river gods in sheer scale."
"If you want them to stop, use your waves, not your mouth."
After hearing this, Xu Xian seemed to understand, yet also seemed not to.
However, when he saw people put down their weapons and hide to one side because of the huge waves, he understood.
So he gave up on his earlier idea that he should not use the waves to soak people.
He sent huge waves crashing directly toward the fishermen who were fighting most fiercely.
"River God Master is furious!"
"Everyone, stop!"
The village elders, Clan Elders, and Clan Heads were the first to play the roles they should have played.
They were also the most superstitious sort of people.
Because they normally used divine authority and clan authority to oppress their clansmen.
Thus, they were the people most afraid of deities and most superstitious about them.
Under their cries and Xu Xian's forceful intervention, the crowd finally calmed down.
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