After a pause, Wende seemed to hesitate, but he still spoke. "I can't understand why the gods of the Ashir Divine Clan chose you as a God's Chosen, allowing you to ascend to godhood. Are you old friends with this filthy, lowborn merchant? And he is actually colluding with ancient evils from the Sin Abyss! Lord Lin Qi, perhaps you should consider how you intend to explain this to the gods of the Ashir Divine Clan."
Lin Qi frowned, spun around, and delivered a heavy slap across Igor's face. Igor let out a miserable cry, and blood sprayed from his mouth with a whoosh. Wende's expression abruptly changed. He instinctively stepped forward, but several Tiger Guards radiating equally formidable divine might rushed over at once, seized him by the shoulders, and forcibly pinned him to the ground.
Wende's face turned blue with rage as he struggled madly. But these guards all possessed High-God-level strength, and their brute physical power far exceeded Wende's. No matter how he fought, he could not break free from the Tiger Guards' restraint. Instead, his own joints crackled, and he nearly twisted his arms apart.
Lin Qi threw more than half of his cigar heavily onto the ground and stared coldly at Wende, rebuking him word by word with equal frostiness. "Remember, you came only to negotiate terms with me and ransom this useless Igor! You have no right to lecture my people in front of me!"
After struggling fiercely for a long while, Wende finally stopped his futile efforts. Panting heavily, he raised his head and forced out a bitter smile. "You are completely different from the gods of the Ashir Clan I know. Perhaps we need to learn how to deal with God's Chosen like you?"
Lin Qi shrugged and smiled indifferently. "The Ashir