"That's right! He's His Excellency Nalant! I know him! Back at the gladiatorial tournament, I saw His Excellency Nalant with my own eyes, haha! I never thought His Excellency Nalant would become this strong now!"
"Exactly. Back then, His Excellency Nalant needed to expend divine power to kill the Flame-Eating Demon, waiting until the Demon Race's divine power was exhausted before killing him. But now he doesn't need to at all—he actually killed that Flame-Eating Demon with a single sword strike!"
"And did you hear just now? That Flame-Eating Demon said he was a pseudo–main god, and His Excellency Nalant then said he was a pseudo–main god too. Heavens, after the gladiatorial tournament, His Excellency Nalant actually became a pseudo–main god in just two or three hundred years. That speed is simply too fast!"
"Your Excellency, what's so strange about that? Have you forgotten the Gift of Stars? Besides, His Excellency Nalant's own talent is right there. Breaking through to pseudo–main god in a few hundred years—isn't that very simple?"
Faced with Nalant's powerful display, all the gods were dumbstruck.
Fortunately, however, some gods did know Nalant, and so they also knew that Nalant being this formidable was only natural.
"Ahem!"
However, seeing these gods praise him more and more enthusiastically, Nalant finally could not help speaking up.
"Everyone, the battle is what matters now. Let's continue advancing first!"
"Yes, His Excellency Nalant!" All the gods were extremely obedient to Nalant's words.
After hearing him, they immediately returned to battle mode, and then the gods continued to clash with the Demon Race and the Dark Clan.
At this moment, Nalant no longer hid anything either. The longsword in his hand kept sweeping out, and those gods had almost no strength to resist beneath his sword.
"Damn it, it's that brat!"