This Tournament of Gods was the perfect chance to settle this grudge. Zhao Fu withdrew his gaze and said nothing more.
After God Kerr landed on the platform, the corners of his lips curled into a domineering, cold smile. Everyone around him looked fearful and could not help backing away, not daring to approach him.
The other peerless geniuses turned serious as they looked at God Kerr. They understood his strength and had heard of the many things he had done.
To them, it was truly shocking that God Kerr had gained such terrifying power in merely ten years, because they themselves could never have achieved such a thing.
Of course, they did not know that God Kerr owed everything he had today to someone else.
God Kerr swept his gaze across the surroundings, paying no heed to the others. With the Demon Emperor God's help, he had now truly devoured over ten thousand Godheads, and that terrifying power gave him immense confidence.
His goal this time was to awaken the Divine Race Imperial Star. With the blessing of a vast Divine Race Imperial Star, he would no longer lose to that person in terms of fate.
Moreover, his strength was now even greater. With this power and fate, even if he faced that person in the future, he would no longer feel the slightest fear.
He also understood that he owed everything he had today to that person; by himself, he did not possess such ability.
Most crucially, he had been influenced by that person. If he could devour that person and fuse all of his power into himself, then his own power and fate would become more than a hundred times what they were now. At that point, in heaven or on earth, who could contend against him?