Zhao Fu ignored those people. Imperial Killing Sword in hand, he walked step by step until he stood before God Kerr.
God Kerr's face was bleak as he lay there, weak and drained. He had struggled desperately for ten years, only to be defeated by Zhao Fu in the end. His confidence, arrogance, and hard work had all suffered the greatest blow.
Standing before him, Zhao Fu said coldly, "You lost!"
God Kerr fixed his eyes on Zhao Fu, a trace of fury and hatred appearing on his face. "If I get the chance, I'll take revenge. I'll definitely become stronger than you and defeat you with my own power. I'll eat your flesh and blood bite by bite."
Zhao Fu sneered. "Unfortunately, you no longer have that chance. I'm taking back what belongs to me."
God Kerr roared angrily, "Then give my divinity back to me!"
In a mocking tone, Zhao Fu said, "I'm right here. You can come take it. And I'll preserve your flesh and blood well too—perhaps I'll even savor a few bites."
God Kerr glared at Zhao Fu in rage and cursed, "Bastard! I'll definitely slaughter you and make you suffer pain beyond anything you can imagine."
Zhao Fu did not waste any more words on him. He stepped forward, stretched out a hand, and fiercely plunged it toward God Kerr's abdomen.
Aah!
God Kerr let out a pained scream as Zhao Fu's hand thrust directly into his body, spraying blood everywhere.
A cruel smile appeared on Zhao Fu's face. He seized the godhead within God Kerr's body, then pulled out that pitch-black godhead.
God Kerr's body suffered another devastating blow. His strength rapidly ebbed away, and his life drained swiftly from him. At last, his expression froze, and he died where he lay.
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