"Damn it! He actually killed the God of Greed. We've lost another god under these circumstances!" The God of Emotion was furious.
"What a terrifying opponent. He's a madman who fights with his brain!" The God of Jealousy's eyes brimmed with envy.
He felt that someone blessed with invincible talent and terrifying skills also possessed such exceptional combat intelligence. It drove him mad with jealousy.
"Every genius who rose from the bottom deserves attention! What I hate most are people who are better than me and work harder than me! Wait, can I die now?" the God of Laziness said gloomily.
At that moment, all the gods felt that Little Jiu's level of danger had to be reassessed.
They felt that even if they knew all of Little Jiu's abilities, even if they knew he could only restrict nine people at once—
Even if Little Jiu had exhausted all his skills, they still cautiously concluded that their current combat strength was insufficient to kill him. Thus, they unanimously decided to conserve their strength and wait for reinforcements!
Meanwhile, Spirit City was in an uproar.
Little Jiu had truly killed another god. It was simply unbelievable.
Qian Daoliu once again felt fortunate that Little Jiu stood on his side. No, it should be that he stood on Little Jiu's side.
A strange gleam filled Shui Bing'er's beautiful eyes. Even she had not realized that the way she looked at Little Jiu was growing increasingly ambiguous.
The gods' shock and the praise of the people of Spirit City were like sharp blades stabbing deeply into Tang San's heart.
He felt like nothing more than a tool, passively turned into a useless teammate. Endless resentment and frustration surged through his heart.
Seeing Tang San's hatred-filled expression, Little Jiu burst out laughing. "Tang San,