The Divine Race's pride came from the superiority of their bloodline. They had no need to cultivate; they were born above all cultivators.
Thus, when the Giant God saw that Su Mo, a descendant of the Divine Race, had actually taken the path of cultivation and come to the battlefield as a consciousness, he immediately felt somewhat displeased.
But Su Mo did not explain where his Divine Race bloodline had come from. Instead, he looked at him rather innocently.
"How many layers of Divine Sense have you awakened now?" Seeing no response from Su Mo, the Giant God asked coldly again.
Su Mo looked utterly lost...
The Giant God narrowed his eyes. His thousand-zhang body shook with anger, and his armor gave a dull tremor.
"Don't tell me you set aside our Divine Race's Divine Sense to learn cultivation?"
The Giant God's booming voice rang in Su Mo's ears like thunder crashing from the nine heavens, nearly shaking his consciousness apart.
"What Divine Sense?" Su Mo asked, looking up as he struggled to keep his consciousness from dispersing.
"You don't know about Divine Sense?" the Giant God asked coldly. "Did your father god not pass it on to you?"
Su Mo shook his head. Remembering that he was the last trace of the Divine Race's bloodline in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, he said slowly, "I have no father god. I am the last trace of the Divine Race's bloodline in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths..."
Boom!
At those words, the Giant God's entire body shuddered violently. He looked at Su Mo with an icy expression, the overwhelming pressure of his gaze instantly sweeping through the entire void.
"Is what you say true?" the Giant God asked slowly, his aura unsteady.
Su Mo sighed and slowly nodded.
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