How strong was the Martial God?
Uh, fine. In truth, in Coiling Dragon, he was just cannon fodder, a minor fish—or rather, the "experts" the Reincarnators recruited were all of this caliber.
Compared to Son of Destiny Lin Lei's rate of advancement, he was merely a passing sight along the road, the kind that could not even see the taillights. Only because Beirut had started from such a high point had he barely managed to follow until the end.
But even so, he had remained at the Lesser God stage for a full five thousand years, borrowing the cleansing power of faith to study and comprehend Profound Mysteries.
In terms of combat power, the Martial God was still considered fairly formidable among Lesser Gods.
At the very least, he easily separated Hua Yingxiong and Buck.
Or rather, he stopped Hua Yingxiong's one-sided beating.
The way he had raised a hand and blocked Hua Yingxiong's offensive earlier also proved that his strength truly surpassed Hua Yingxiong's.
So when he heard Hua Yingxiong's faint sigh, the Martial God was genuinely a little bewildered.
What?
Had he failed to see the situation clearly?
The Martial God had stepped in to play favorites, certainly favoring Buck, whom he was close to, but that did not mean he wanted to offend the other side beyond reconciliation.
He had not intended to join forces and attack him again.
After all, if they failed to finish him off, there would be endless trouble afterward.
The current situation might have caused offense, but it had not reached the point of a fight to the death. His strength was fully sufficient to handle it.
But what was this supposed to mean?
He was already prepared to let him off, yet he actually turned around and said something like that?