Remembering the thunder dragon formed from Godslaying Power and the terrifying force it had unleashed—as though it truly meant to slay gods—ordinary gods would likely have died long ago under such a dreadful attack.
The God of War had not lost unjustly to that move.
The faces of the many gods turned grim. Even the previous Battle God had been defeated by him now; there was no one left who could stop him.
Shen Xiaoyi gave a soft snort. She had never believed Zhao Fu would die so easily, but the strength Zhao Fu had displayed truly was terrifying enough.
Yueshen Ya and Ye Lanxi also let out a breath of relief. They had been rather frightened just now.
Emperor God! Emperor God! Emperor God! Emperor God!
Now that Zhao Fu had successfully defeated the previous Battle God, his strength undoubtedly made him the Battle God of this generation. No god was his match. Countless people grew even more thrilled and excited, shouting themselves hoarse as the atmosphere boiled to its peak.
Those unable to enter the Battle God Arena heard the uproar within and curiously began asking what had happened.
Only then did they learn in shock that even the previous Battle God had been defeated by that Emperor God—and in a single move.
"So powerful!"
Though they had not been able to go inside and watch, merely imagining that scene left everyone excited and stirred.
Zhao Fu turned around once more and looked at the remaining twenty-odd gods in the stands. With a faintly disdainful smile, his voice brimming with undisguised dominance, he said, "Don't waste time. Come at me together!"
His words exploded among the gods. Rage filled their faces as they stared at Zhao Fu in the arena.
"Damn! That brat is insanely arrogant. He actually