Huo Yuhao and Xu Tiancheng stared at each other across the distance, their Divine Might already colliding through the air in a fierce clash.
Mingdu, already reduced to ruins, kicked up dust though there was no wind.
The viewers across the entire continent watching the livestream could feel that terrifying pressure at the scene even through the screen.
And yet, in the Internal Channel—
Xu Tiancheng: Main Body, why did you come out wearing a full set of formalwear? Where's your divine outfit? You just don't like wearing it?
Huo Yuhao: Old Farts Tang didn't give me one!
Xu Tiancheng: Hahaha, I can laugh at you for a whole year!
Huo Yuhao: Laugh all you want, but I can't guarantee your little brother won't turn into a little sister.
Xu Tiancheng: Old Farts Tang is utterly shameless! A Human God Outrage! We have to denounce him!
Huo Yuhao only felt speechless.
For other Godhood Inheritors, if the previous god had died and had no way to help forge divine equipment, then so be it.
But Old Farts Tang had not forged divine equipment for him either, and had even come up with all kinds of methods to restrict him, even wanting to control him. Right now, Little Mutated Frost Centipede was still in the Divine Realm cleansing its divine soul.
He was truly not a decent thing!
Only twenty-eight years had passed in the Divine Realm, right? How had Old Farts Tang become this rotten?
Oh, he had never counted as a good person to begin with. Then that was fine.
Fortunately, only twenty-eight years had passed in the Divine Realm. If Old Farts Tang had evolved into a ten-thousand-year old monster in the Divine Realm, with polished operations, becoming like an old sow wearing a bra—one setup after another—then