"The Slayer of Gods Power actually works by killing monsters and seizing their power for your own use."
"It's simply a masterpiece of ingenuity." Song Qiao sighed.
"Old Song, stop marveling at ingenuity already. To trigger the Slayer of Gods Power we have to kill a monster first. Which of us do you think can pull that off?" a young man nearby mocked.
On the surface they naturally called them the Divine Clan. But when there were no outsiders around, they still used the old derogatory term. There was no way they'd actually call them the Divine Clan—just a bunch of freaks.
"And then?" Song Qiao's face drooped. He was the old man who had spoken with Wang Linchi earlier. He was naturally quite satisfied with this Slayer of Gods Power; it was a path, at least.
"If you ask me, he should've just helped us outright from the start. Now what? He gives us a giant pie we can see but never eat." the young man said with disdain.
