"Bastard!"
Wen Tian Chief God screamed in humiliation and fury, struggling nonstop.
God of Devouring Chief God cried anxiously, "This is bad, I can barely hold him anymore!"
Yao Li Chief God shouted, "Brother Jialan, hurry up and strip him already! I really can't hold him much longer!"
God of Slaughter Chief God said with difficulty, "Wen Tian is simply too powerful. How about we join forces and cripple him first, then slowly take off his pants?"
Wang Hao stared dumbfounded, a huge what the hell rising in his heart.
Since Wen Tian Chief God refused to submit, were they planning to force him!?
"There's no need for that trouble. I'm done over here!"
Jialan Chief God laughed loudly and ripped Wen Tian Chief God's pants off in one pull.
God of Devouring Chief God, Yao Li Chief God, and God of Slaughter Chief God immediately held their breaths and looked over, feeling that this would be the moment to witness a miracle—and prove whether the Sunflower Manual was real or fake.
"Heh heh..."
Wang Hao's eye twitched, feeling as though his worldview had instantly collapsed.
Four lofty Chief Gods had joined forces, not to kill Wen Tian Chief God, but to strip off Wen Tian Chief God's pants. Their tastes were seriously messed up!
"There really isn't one!"
Jialan Chief God, God of Slaughter Chief God, God of Devouring Chief God, and Yao Li Chief God were all brimming with delight. Since Wen Tian Chief God did not have one, that meant the Sunflower Manual they had obtained was undoubtedly real.
However, beneath the excitement in the eyes of these four Chief Gods was a trace of conflict. Clearly, they were struggling over whether they should raise their blades and cultivate.
"Fuck!"
Wang Hao blurted out a curse in