"He!"
"He's!"
"He's the one called Dao Qiongchang!"
"Yes, it's him... We only have one Dao Qiongchang here. It's him!"
Xu Xiaoshou took the lead and pointed.
The Saint Slave's several demi-saints reacted with extreme speed and pointed along with him.
The Saint Slave intelligence workers behind them, seeing this, also extended their fingers one after another, echoing him in terror.
The words "Shen Yi" alone already brought crushing pressure.
Now, it was Shen Yi, the Evil God, and a fusion of the Five Ancestors' perfectly balanced powers.
Before the fight had even begun, everyone was nearly suffocating.
It was a level of strength that made one's scalp tingle from merely thinking about it.
Even Xu Xiaoshou had no desire to confront this head-on—whoever wanted to go could go; he certainly would not! And if handing over just one person on the scene could quell the rage of this fellow whose combat power had already exploded off the charts...
Then, sorry about that.
My creed was: the greater one's ability, the greater one's responsibility.
Since a Ten Seat Holder had fallen from the sky when the heavens collapsed, then only you, a fellow Ten Seat Holder and expert, could step out and hold the situation together, right? "He's the one..."
Dao Qiongchang's reaction had already been fast enough.
Upon hearing the Evil God's voice, he had angrily pointed at Xu Xiaoshou, intending to clarify the truth before the latter could speak.
Who could have expected this sudden "pointing of a thousand fingers"? His entire body went taut, and even his tongue twisted itself into knots, let alone allowing him to speak.
In an instant, Dao Qiongchang's entire face turned green as he shot Xu Xiaoshou an incredulous glance.
What about the bet? Had you forgotten?
Didn't we agree that from