Zhan Li was quite famous within the Dark Prosperity Organization. No matter what, he was one of the organization's showcase fighters.
As for the Eastern War God, he was fairly renowned within the Gods Faction. He had taken part in countless battles, large and small. The two naturally knew of each other, but when Zhan Li saw the Eastern War God leading people to stand before the Four Great Corpse Kings and help them fend off Anxing's attacks, he could not help but find it unbelievable.
"Eastern War God, you're not even bothering to keep up appearances anymore, are you? The Gods claim to be the guardians of justice and Order in the Three Realms and Six Paths, branding us as rebellious traitors while crowning yourselves defenders of peace. What, the will of the Three Realms and Six Paths asked you to help destroy those four evil creatures, and not only did you refuse to act, you even intend to stop us?"
"Have you completely given up?"
Zhan Li was not particularly skilled at trading barbs, so his words were not especially aggressive.
The Gods had ruled the Three Realms and Six Paths for so many years and had done plenty of bullying with their power. They had heard such accusations countless times.
At first, the Gods had cared greatly about their reputation.
As time passed, such judgments became irrelevant. In a world where strength reigned supreme, empty fame could never compare to tangible benefits.
If taking on some infamy could reduce their losses and allow as many Divine Soldiers as possible to survive, wasn't that an extremely worthwhile trade?
The elites brought by the Eastern War God quickly rescued the trapped Four Great Corpse Kings.
"Let's go, Miss. It seems we're all people pretending not to understand when we