God of Men, God of Charisma!
The Radiant Pope's words left everyone deeply oppressed.
But this was reality—the reality the Saints were unwilling to face.
Could Saints and gods truly coexist peacefully?
Clearly, they could not.
Saints were born among countless races and myriad living beings. They rose from weakness to strength, and they possessed gratitude. They would not stand by and watch their races become slaves of deities, dying and waging wars for their Faith.
Gods, however, needed Faith in order to become stronger.
There was an innate conflict between the two. They simply could not coexist.
And with that, the meeting came to an end. The Radiant Pope merely raised three points before disappearing from the Conference Hall, leaving the many Saints to discuss matters and do their own thing.
The Prince naturally would not miss such a grand group PY gathering. He immediately flashed his most confident smile and exchanged soul auras with everyone one by one. Even if he could not strike a deal now, he still had to leave some contact information.
Perhaps because he had rested for the past few days, his looks had returned to their peak.
A group of wealthy female Saints around him kept touching him here and there from time to time, leaving the pure and kind Little Prince utterly terrified. He put on a pitiful, lovable expression.
"Little darling, we've already exchanged soul auras. Are you sure you don't want to exchange bodily fluids too? That sort of thing is quite interesting." The Frost Witch smiled at him.
The Prince swallowed and hurriedly shook his head, wearing an expression that said, "Auntie, I don't do hookups."
But the old witch with Frost Empire Royal Bloodline said carelessly, "Really? You know who I am, don't you? Think about it. If