It's just unclear whether the current effect is due to the pot's power or the power of Wangji genes.

I don't know if it's a mental ability or some other special ability.

What is truly shocking is that this child, completely unaware of the danger, subdued a god and is about to demonstrate a god-slaying feat to everyone!

Dukao hadn't witnessed the fall of a god many times either...

Lena's eyes, however, showed not only shock but also a hint of interest as she looked at the young boy, her gaze filled with both admiration and amusement.

"Are you sure there's nothing wrong with you?" Du Qiangwei didn't answer Wang Ji's question, but instead asked him nervously.

Just in case something goes wrong, this crocodile looks really dangerous!

“If this world is scientific, then there’s no problem at all.” Wang Ji tapped Crocodile God Soton on the head, not at all nervous.

To him, this guy, though he might be fierce, had always been completely under his thumb, unable to turn the tables at all.

Moreover, even if something unexpected happens, he can guarantee that he can quickly get Dukao and Lianfeng away from danger.

In the world of martial arts, speed is the only way to break through defenses.

One of the many reasons he sat so arrogantly on Thornton without fear of any accidents was that his speed meant he was completely unafraid of Thornton waking up and could run away at any time.

“Its energy is completely depleted. Every bit of its recovery was consumed by the damage I inflicted. If it weren't some kind of…god? It might have suffocated long ago.” Wang Ji was naturally monitoring Soton's condition. Although he knew little, he was growing rapidly.

The genetic system has been assisting him, and he is also learning a lot of knowledge and common sense as quickly as possible—information obtained from Denon III.

"It cannot resist, nor can it awaken. As long as this world is scientific, there will be no surprises."

Wang Ji pointed a pot at Soton's neck: "Chop!"

"Ah-ha!"

After a dark red axe shadow...

Wang Ji stood up, looked at the bloody, half-eaten head, and sighed: "Forget it, I'm not making leather shoes anymore, it's too much trouble."