Telling lies was a skill.
Being able to tell lies straight-faced in front of everyone was a great skill.
And being able to tell lies with a solemn face before a crowd of late Golden Core cultivators, Barbarian Generals, Great Elders, Great Chieftains from every major tribe, and even two high-status Shamans—though what he said truly was nonsense—was an astonishing skill indeed.
At the very least, his nerve was truly enormous.
Not to mention, he was only at Foundation Establishment.
For a moment, even Yan Zhu could not help doubting himself.
Could what this boy said... all be true?
After all, aside from a true god, there was likely nothing else that could give him such audacity...
But Yan Zhu then looked Mo Hua over again and secretly shook his head.
"Impossible..."
His Spirit Root was poor, his vital blood weak, and he had the physique of a sickly weakling. Though his eyes were clear and lively, his Divine Thought was restrained, and he did not seem particularly powerful. Only that face of his possessed a crisp, cool beauty unlike anything in the Great Wilderness.
Other than that, he was good for nothing.
His cultivation was even less worth mentioning.
With such a body and cultivation, he could not accomplish anything substantial.
Never mind comparing him to an "High Shaman" like himself—even some of the "Lower Shamans" under his supervision far surpassed him.
Unless the gods were blind, they could never choose such a "Flesh Puppet" to act as Chi's representative in the mortal world.
As for calling himself a "God Lord," that was an even greater joke. Only an utter outsider to the Divine Path would claim such a thing.
It might fool those who knew no better, but flaunting it before a true Shaman was simply showing off