Lance had always presented himself as humble, knowledgeable, and kind.
During his lessons, he always shared his knowledge and experience without reservation, allowing the Seven Gods to grow rapidly on their path of cultivation.
Even when he occasionally offered stern guidance, they could sense no other emotion from him—only the care and warmth of a teacher.
Yet the Lance standing before the Curse Tiger now seemed like an entirely different person.
Whether it was the arrogance and disdain in his eyes, his lofty posture, or the pride with which he looked down on his opponent from the bottom of his heart, everything made the Curse Tiger feel as if someone had stepped on his tail, leaving him unable to resist leaping up to strike back.
Even the Seven Gods were somewhat surprised by this drastic change.
They stared blankly at Lance, unable to react for a moment.
But after thinking it over, it soon seemed reasonable. A True God who had once ignited divine fire, backed by a huge race and a Supreme Rank ancestor, naturally had every reason to look down on the Curse Tiger.
After all, in the World of Gods, where the strong were respected, strength was the foundation of everything.
But this made Wang Dong somewhat puzzled. Since Lance was acting so arrogantly, what method had Su Mo used to make him show such reverence?
From his tone, it even sounded as if the Five Great Ancestor Gods were not worth one ten-thousandth of Su Mo.
Of course, this was no longer the time to dwell on that matter.
The Curse Tiger stood in the air, and after suffering such humiliation, his face immediately turned black as ink. His eyes reddened, while the Blood Light around him surged violently out of control, accompanied by low roars.