Little Jiu held Xiao Wu as they admired Tang San's miserable state, bursting into laughter. Though they had no idea what was going on, the sight was damn satisfying!
Bibi Dong and the others were equally baffled. Why had the gods come down only to hammer Tang San first? They could not make sense of it.
Tang San staggered to his feet, his face twisted as he roared at the eight gods, "Why? Didn't you come to help me destroy the demons?"
The God of Arrogance lifted his chin, snorted, and sneered. "Together with you? Who the hell do you think you are? What makes you worthy of standing with us?"
"We came to tell you what to do, not to work with you. You do whatever we tell you to do. Do you understand?"
"You!~~" Blood seeped from the corner of Tang San's mouth again. He ground out each word furiously. "You are gods. I am a god too. Why?"
The God of Arrogance looked at him with utter contempt and gave a cold snort.
"Are you a god? You are mistaken. You are merely an ant. Any fool can become a god if given a God Position. What is precious is the God Position, not trash like you! Do you really think you are somebody?"
The God of Arrogance was incomparably haughty. He despised these mortals most of all. After inheriting a God Position, they thought they were something special. Yet in the eyes of true gods like them, they were nothing but garbage!
The eight gods looked at Tang San as though he were an idiot. What right did a piece of trash empowered by divine power have to be mentioned in the same breath as them?
"Tang San, give a God Position to a dog, and