The guards' hearts jolted at those words. So the man before them was the Emperor God whose name had spread in all directions, the one who had challenged the gods alone. They did not dare show the slightest neglect, respectfully inviting Zhao Fu and his group inside while hastily reporting to the gods.
With a faint smile, Zhao Fu followed the guards into a reception hall.
The main reason he had come was to first make his presence known.
Zhao Fu was merely passing through this place, and the others had no idea of his identity. Thus, he needed to inform the local gods before accepting the Battle God title.
He also wanted to gain a rough understanding of this place.
Now that Zhao Fu was the Battle God here—the nominal alliance leader—learning about this place might bring quite a few benefits. He could not let such advantageous conditions go to waste.
Lastly, it would make it easier for them to hand over a portion of their divine power, allowing his Myriad Gods Power to advance further.
The Battle God Festival had originally been meant to last several days, but because of Zhao Fu's appearance, it had ended on the very first day. It had ended far too quickly.
However, according to the old customs, even if it ended ahead of schedule, there still had to be a grand celebration. In the end, the many gods would gather together and acknowledge someone as the Battle God.
Not long after Zhao Fu took a seat in the reception hall, an elderly man with a ruddy complexion and a white beard hurried over from one side.
Upon hearing that the person who had just become the Battle God had arrived at his divine temple, his heart had leaped. He put down what