Pu Zhaotian didn't know exactly how Pang Jian had convinced a group of True Gods to resolve to kill Mu Wentao on the Saint Spirit Continent, regardless of Long Xiao's attitude.
But he did understand that once those True Gods had unified their opinion, Mu Wentao was doomed.
He was well aware of Zhu Ji's strength and had witnessed Pei Yishan's power, and the number of Human True Gods far exceeded the Demon Gods by a large margin.
In his eyes, Mu Wentao, the number two True God of the Gui Sacrificial Sect, was as good as dead.
"Good disciple!"
He burst into laughter at the summit of Sword Tower, raising his hand in greeting.
"Uh..."
The smile slowly faded from his chubby face, where layers of fat piled up.
He saw Pang Jian's towering, peculiar divine body with large patches of flesh missing from his chest, revealing internal organs and twinkling stars.
Pang Jian's divine body was clearly bearing a serious injury.
"Who hurt you?"
Pu Zhaotian's face darkened.
"Whoosh!"
