"Hahaha, who am I? Then who do you think I am?"
Zhao Fu no longer bothered to disguise his tone. His eyes fixed on the woman as he spoke with wild arrogance and domineering authority.
Faced with Zhao Fu's overwhelming presence, the pale-faced woman's mind raced. Then she suddenly understood something and said coldly, "You're one of the Pantheon of Myriad Gods. That's why you controlled that ugly pig and had him join the Pantheon of Myriad Gods."
Zhao Fu laughed loudly. "That's right! Not only am I a member of the Pantheon of Myriad Gods, I am its God Lord."
The woman sneered, pointed at Zhao Fu, and shouted to those beside her, "Did you hear that? He's no longer that ugly pig—he's the God Lord of the Pantheon of Myriad Gods! Why aren't you killing him yet?"
The people around them looked at Zhao Fu hesitantly, debating whether they should heed the woman's words.
The woman continued shouting, "He has already controlled that ugly pig. That ugly pig can no longer be saved! Kill him, and I will richly reward you in the future."
Hearing this, some people could not help wanting to make a move. Zhao Fu had controlled their God Lord, which already made him their enemy.
Boom!
A terrifying aura erupted from the ugly fat man's body, surging forth like a flood and drowning everything around it. The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and everyone present felt as if they had fallen into an abyss, gripped by terror that rose from their souls.
"Kneel! Submit to me."
Zhao Fu's domineering voice rang out, carrying an authority no one could refuse. The people around him all fell to their knees in terror, their bodies trembling.
Before this power, they did not possess even a shred of