Over the past week, they had gathered a rough profile of Luo Sanpao. Chen Ming'er nodded; they had collected a pretty thorough account... but damn, that stench was too much!
Even with two tissues stuffed up his nose, he could barely stand it. The Seven Gods of Original Sin were in much the same state, and God of Sloth was so overwhelmed by the stench that he couldn't sleep.
"So here's my plan: a few deities skilled in spatial teleportation will wear masks and use divine power to block the stench, then lure out all three of Pig God's attacks."
"After that, we'll strike together and kill the pig god once he's used up all three attacks."
Chang Gongwei laid out his plan. When he mentioned needing experts skilled in space, the Seven Elemental Gods instinctively looked toward the God of Space.
The God of Space trembled. He had finally managed to get most of the stench off himself, and didn't want to be caught in it again.
But just then, Tang San suddenly said he wanted to speak. Everyone turned to look at him.
"As for who should lure out Pig God's attacks, I already have someone in mind."
"Who?"
Hearing that Tang San already had a candidate, Chang Gongwei looked surprised. The others were curious, too.
"God of Destruction, as a deity of the Divine Realm, surely you're willing to contribute to it, aren't you?"
Under everyone's gaze, Tang San turned to Chen Ming'er, a sinister glint in his eyes.
When they heard his choice, everyone's expression changed. Lie Yan reacted most strongly. She immediately stood up and objected.
"No! Ming'er isn't even twelve yet! Tang San, you want a little girl under twelve to draw fire? Have you lost your mind?"
Lie Yan couldn't believe Tang San