Although Xue Sang understood that Zhao Fu's identity was far from simple, perhaps even the kind he could not afford to offend, he still felt unwilling to accept it. He could only swallow today's humiliation for now and wait to see whether he would have a chance to take revenge later.
Xue Sang now admitted that he was no match for Zhao Fu, but he was confident that one day he would surpass Zhao Fu and become someone even more terrifying, repaying today's humiliation tenfold and making Zhao Fu suffer the same disgrace.
However, Xue Sang still did not know just how vast the gap between him and Zhao Fu truly was.
The other gods around them watched Xue Sang somewhat cautiously. They knew who he was and worried that he would vent his anger on them.
They did not possess Zhao Fu's confidence or tyranny; they could not simply bully Xue Sang as they pleased.
Xue Sang gave a cold snort. Having suffered such immense humiliation here, he naturally had no face left to remain. With a wave of his hand, he put away the obedient, terrified Evil Demon Beast on the ground, then transformed into a streak of light and vanished.
The surrounding gods finally relaxed.
Countless commoners could not help but cheer. That man had saved them, and his strength was incredibly powerful.
Not only had he given the Evil Demon Beast a thorough beating, he had even beaten Xue Sang and forced him to hand over his divine power. He was utterly more tyrannical than Xue Sang. To those who had suffered the Evil Demon Beast's slaughter, it was simply indescribably satisfying.
The young man who had spoken with Zhao Fu earlier also felt some regret. He had thought that after Zhao Fu injured the Evil