"It's nothing, just helped someone resolve a family dispute. He broke off his finger and gave it to me as a token of gratitude,"
Liu Zheng waved his tentacles, indicating it was no big deal.
"Such disputes among the powerful are not easy to solve, right?"
Beethoven looked at him with sympathy.
"Indeed, only I could handle it. If it were someone else, they wouldn't know how many times they had died."
He tugged at the corner of his mouth and said.
If it were Xia Kai, he probably couldn't have gotten past the werewolf instance kill, let alone win the fishing contest against the nightingale afterward.
"But even so, I am confident that I can cut it down."
In the presence of the severed finger emitting a terrifying might, Beethoven's aura became even more vigorous.
It was just a god, after all. It wasn't as if he hadn't hunted one before.
On the contrary, being able to slay a god once again in the twilight years of his life was indeed a blessing.
