"Y-you, you're the God of Abundance's chief?"
"No idea. I heard there were points to earn, so I came."
The moment he saw Chen Feng emerge from the sacrificial ritual, the King of the Undead knew he was finished.
The scene was downright horrifying. It was like arranging a fight with someone and boasting that you would call in the toughest, strongest, most fucking badass boss in the underworld-only for your opponent's phone to ring when you called.
Or like seeing a single village emblem above your opponent's head, then discovering mid-fight that it stood for the global village.
"Hahahaha."
When people were utterly speechless, they really did laugh.
The King of the Undead raved, "What kind of achievement is it for someone as important as you to bully the weak?"
Oh, now that they couldn't win.
They were accusing them of picking on the little guy?
Chen Feng couldn't help saying, "You seemed pretty happy using your higher levels to slaughter cities, abduct people, open farms for two-legged livestock, and build a dual-dimensional People-Grinding Tower with a million-unit processing rate."
"We had to increase our combat strength to guard against anything that might threaten the Great Tomb," the King of the Undead shouted. "Is protecting your family a crime?!"
There was certainly nothing wrong with loving your family.
But.
Savior recalled Sika's devastated expression when he had freed the Heroes from Peerless Beauty's control at the farm:
"How could I do that? Xiaomei and Grandpa were both killed by monsters, but I let monsters control me and attacked my master. I'm an animal. I'm a bastard..."
"Thank you for your efforts. Leave the rest to me."
After knocking Sika unconscious with a chop to stop him from frantically slapping himself, Savior discovered an even more troubling matter.
The holy