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The God King felt extremely nervous as he spoke those words.

At this moment, his heart was filled with deep regret.

Had he known that this Golden Immortal disguised as a human was so terrifyingly powerful, he wouldn't have dared to provoke him even if he had been given a hundred lives.

The man loved to disguise himself as a member of the human race and wander around human territory, so they should have just let him be. Why did they, the God Race, have to meddle in this?

Wasn't it better to spend some effort capturing Yanlie, that astral spirit, to complete the mission assigned by the Divine Cultivator?

Why had their brains rusted and caused them to change targets?

Just because he was more outstanding than Yanlie?

Being more outstanding in itself represented being more powerful.

This kind of power was not just a surface-level strength; it might also conceal the depth of an iceberg hidden beneath the water.

But now...

It was too late to say anything.

He only hoped that this special lifeform disguised as a human Golden Immortal was truly as he appeared—with a frighteningly high state of mind, but whose cultivation was still confined to a Golden Immortal, and who could be intimidated by the divine-monstrosity Cultivator.

"An Immortal Golden Immortal whose cultivation approaches a thousand eons..."

Listening to what this God King said, Gu Jinlai fully understood the meaning of putting up a bold front.

Many obscure expressions existed within the cultivation world.

Like Deputy Mansion Lord Qiyun Sheng of the Daoist Mansion, people did not constantly hang that "deputy" word on their lips, often addressing him directly as the Mansion Lord.

Some people claimed their income per eon was less than ten million spirit crystals, yet in reality, it might only