Jiu's voice was so calm that it was almost without a ripple.
It was like a pebble thrown into a silent lake, creating ripples of invisible waves in the solid underground space.
Fang Qingyu listened, and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth slightly.
He had imagined countless reactions from Jiu after subduing the god...
Apathy, indifference, or directly leaving, but he never expected that this unfathomably powerful being would, like a child completing a proud piece of work...
Ask such a contrastingly charming question.
However, after the shock, there was heartfelt acknowledgment.
With just a flip of the hand, Jiu had pressed an ancient deity's Dharma Body with raging fury and overwhelming might back to the ground like squashing a bug, utterly immobilizing it, and even extinguished its brewing ultimate attack in silence...
This couldn't be simply described with the word "cool".
It was a dual shock to the vision and the soul brought by absolute power.
