Su Yan swept his gaze over the gods as though searching for something. Suddenly, he pointed and spoke.
"You, you, you, you—come out. Don't make me say it a second time."
The ones Su Yan pointed at were the Light God, Strength God, Wind God, Fire God, Ice God, War God, Destruction God, and the Nine-Colored Goddess.
They had no idea what Su Yan wanted, but intimidated by his strength, they could only steel themselves and step forward.
"What do you intend to do, sir?"
The Light God looked at Su Yan in confusion, with the constant feeling that a thief had set his sights on him.
The corner of Su Yan's mouth curled crookedly. He rubbed his fingers together, his gaze full of mockery.
"I'll give you two choices. First, strip yourselves of your godhood. Second, let me beat you to death and take your godhood. Which will it be?"
Hearing Su Yan's casually spoken words, everyone's expressions shifted wildly. In the end, the Ice God braced himself and spoke.
"Do you want our godhood to pass it on to others? How about this—we can bestow inheritances. Wouldn't that be better?"
How could Su Yan not know what they were thinking? After staying in the God Realm for ten thousand years, they had long wanted to leave.
Otherwise, why would they have gone so far as to give Tang San such blatant advantages in cultivation? Wasn't it all to leave the God Realm?
But if he waited for them to bestow their inheritances, who would look after his daughter and son?
He planned to take Qian Renxue traveling everywhere. How would he have time to care for two children? Leaving them to the old men was just right.
"I don't have time to wait for you to pass on