Fang Hao revealed a smile and continued, "You've asked me enough questions. Now, I'd like to ask you, what are you doing here?"
"Shouldn't I be here?"
"The Orc District is my spoils of war. It's not that you can't share some of the benefits, but you need to get my permission beforehand," Fang Hao said, raising his head to look at him, and then continued.
The eyes of the God of Toxic narrowed, his gaze cold and dangerous.
He was angered by the transmigrator before him, even other deities wouldn't dare speak to him in such a manner.
"You're courting death..."
Whoosh!
Just as the God of Toxic tried to speak, a golden light flashed from Fang Hao's side and disappeared in an instant.
It pierced through the black-robed Priest's skull in an instant, and a trail of crimson blood slowly flowed out from the wound.
The God of Toxic touched the flowing blood in disbelief and raised his wooden staff again.
But the second golden light swept across as a beam.
