"You can call me Ouyang Ting or… Nameless…" Holy God said indifferently as he looked at Jing Daoxian.
Jing Daoxian was slightly taken aback as he sized up Holy God. Moments later, he cackled strangely. "Ouyang Ting, oh Ouyang Ting, you're really pathetic. You schemed your entire life, but in the end, you ended up benefiting others. Nameless, you are the Nameless God created by the six races, right?"
"You can't say he benefited others. Ouyang Ting is Nameless; Nameless is Ouyang Ting. We are a whole to begin with." Holy God paused before continuing, "You're right. In terms of talent, I'm inferior to you. In terms of capability, I'm inferior to Wang Mingyuan. My schemes directed at all of you failed. I didn't obtain Wang Mingyuan's information or your Lost Immortal Sutra.
