Subduing the Enemy Without Fighting

As if pondering, and as if savoring the moment, Wang Gang did not exhale a huge cloud of smoke until more than ten seconds had passed.

Wang Gang had already avenged his unforgettable hatred.

And with a body that possessed supernatural power, Wang Gang knew that no matter how much he smoked, it would never adversely affect his health.

The same went for those around him. Their bodies also possessed supernatural power, so there was no need to worry about secondhand smoke harming anyone else.

Moreover, after receiving the Investiture of the Gods bestowed by the archbishop and gaining over ten thousand subordinates, he had more top-up points than he could ever spend.

In other words, he had an endless supply of cigarettes every day and could smoke to his heart's content.

With that thought, Wang Gang took another fierce drag, sucking all three cigarettes in his hand down in one go.

Surrounded by immortals and gods from every direction, the three Immortal Inspector Envoys watched Wang Gang appear before them and puff out clouds of smoke, their faces filled with bewilderment.

Wang Gang appeared to possess only around Nascent Soul Realm strength, making him practically the weakest among the immortals and gods surrounding them.

The crane Taoist, Qian He, with his sharp chin and monkey-like cheeks, was the first to lose his patience. He made to move, intending to use the Purple Gold Bottle, a spiritual treasure, to suck Wang Gang inside. But before he could act, Zhao Bing beside him pressed down on his shoulder and signaled with his eyes for him not to act rashly.

The surrounding immortals and gods all seemed to glance toward this man, their expressions reverent.

Without a doubt, this man was the leader of all the immortals and gods present.

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