Such an ancient God of War, who had dominated the ages, had actually fallen today...
The gods were all stunned in disbelief, even instinctively thinking it had to be fake.
Yet the blood rain pouring from the heavens and earth, along with the utterly shattered Law of Devastation, proved this astonishing fact.
"Tartaros has fallen... and he died at the hands of a lord from another world. That's impossible..." An ancient god hidden deep within the mountains muttered to himself, his voice... The captain found it somewhat laughable that the other party had no intention of acknowledging him at all.
It followed the same model as the Grand Sun Caravan: the caravan members themselves were weak, while the academy relied on guards or retainers to ensure basic safety during trade journeys.
There were no flashy words, no fawning praise. Just that simple sentence made Yan Xiao extremely pleased. After all, he had roamed the world for many years and understood people well. Though Liu Mo's words were plain, they came from the heart. That was what made them so precious.
Ye Like frowned slightly. If he had not known such a thing was absolutely impossible, he might even have suspected that the person before him had been secretly watching him all along.
However, the time for the runway show ultimately had to be decided by the Imperial Ancestral Temple's management, so there was no point rushing it. They could only first arrange the stage construction and the lighting and sound equipment needed for the event, lest they be caught unprepared.
Of these five God Tier experts—the War God O'Brien, High Priestess Catherine, Dylin, king of the Beast Mountain Range, Sise, King of Assassins, and Beirut, king of the Dark Forest—the first four were merely Lower God Tier, while only Beirut