Upon hearing Fang Xiu's words, Black God's face instantly darkened. He was filled with rage and his aura surged, like an enraged lion. You could feel his anger even through the screen.
"Fang Xiu! Do you intend to die together with me?"
"To perish together?" Fang Xiu smiled faintly: "To be able to say that, it seems you haven't realized the difference between us. It's alright, I'll make you realize it soon enough. Meeting adjourned."
After saying that, Fang Xiu stood up and ignored God's weak and feeble threat.
The others also stood up and looked at God with pity, thinking that they had offended the prophet and were doomed.
Now God panicked and cried out, "Fang Xiu, if you insist on starting a war, you will become a sinner of the world!"
However, Fang Xiu ignored him and had already walked to the door of the conference room. The staff quickly opened the door and bowed to invite him in.
God couldn't sit still any longer; not everyone has the courage to perish together with others.
"I agree!" he shouted. "I'm willing to return the antiques!"
Suddenly, Fang Xiu stopped and slowly turned around, his indifferent eyes fixed on the furious God on the screen.
"Are you satisfied now?" God roared, clearly still very dissatisfied. Indeed, when had he, who had been so powerful and domineering in the West, ever suffered such a humiliating disgrace?
Faced with God's attitude, Fang Xiu's reply was simply two words: "Not enough."
"What!?" God suddenly stood up, his powerful aura exploding out with a bang! The entire room he was in was instantly reduced to ruins.
There were even screams, clearly indicating that some of the staff in the room had been brutally murdered.
"What else do you want!"
Fang Xiu remained calm and said indifferently, "I just think you're too noisy. This world only needs one voice."
God's breath hitched. He never expected Fang Xiu to be so audacious, harboring ambitions to dominate the world.
"You want to dominate the world? You're dreaming!"
"I'm not discussing this with you, I'm just informing you."
"You!" God roared in fury, "You damned yellow-skinned monkey, do you know who you're talking to? I am God! How dare you!"
"The weak are always noisy, trying to vent their dissatisfaction in this way, but little do they know that the rules of this world are made by the strong, and all you can do is abide by them."
Snap!
The video call ended, or more accurately, it was smashed by God.
God was clearly enraged.
However, Fang Xiu never cared about the anger of the weak.
"Brother Xiu, when are we going to conquer the West?" Yang Ming asked impatiently.
“Count me in. He has successfully provoked my anger,” Fang Moli said coldly.
"Go back and prepare. We'll set off for the West tomorrow." After saying this, Fang Xiu left. He went to the spatial node to continue raising the Taotie.
What Western God? He had no idea how important Taotie was. He had a vague premonition that when there were enough Taotie, the quantitative change would be enough to cause a qualitative change.
When the Taotie and the Taotie are combined, it might be possible to cultivate a sixth-tier Taotie.
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The next day.
Inside headquarters, everyone was fully armed and preparing to head west.
However, before they set off, the minister came to see them.
"Fang Xiu, wait a moment. The West has just sent an envoy to discuss peace talks and has also brought several boxes of antiques."
Everyone was stunned. Was he already backing down before the fight even started?
"Captain Fang, I've heard that the West also has divination techniques similar to predicting the secrets of heaven. Could it be...?"
A thoughtful look flashed in Fang Xiu's eyes: "Where is he?"
"It's in the reception room."
"Let's go take a look."
Fang Xiu's idea was simple: if God really backed down, it would save him some time.
In the reception room.
A blonde, blue-eyed, and curvaceous white woman sat on a sofa. She was wearing a women's suit, which was stretched high by her ample bosom. She wore black S1 high heels and bright red lipstick, making her a truly sexy woman.
As soon as Fang Xiu entered, the white woman immediately stood up with a charming smile, bowed and greeted him, her ample bosom swaying dramatically.
"Hello, Captain Fang, I am..."
"I have no interest in knowing who you are, and I dislike listening to nonsense. Tell me your purpose," Fang Xiu interrupted.
The woman was slightly taken aback, but didn't pay any attention. Instead, she walked over with a charming smile and a swaying waist.
As she swayed, her exaggerated waist-to-hip ratio made Zhao Hao's eyes pop out.
"Captain Fang is really as cold as the rumors say... uh..."
Before she could finish speaking, a large hand grabbed her neck and lifted her up.
His face flushed red, filled with unspeakable terror.
"Help...help..."
The woman struggled violently, but it was utterly futile against Fang Xiu's terrifying strength.
She is a Spirit Master, but her level is not high, only second rank, and her ability is charm.
Fang Xiu stared at the woman with his extremely dark eyes and said calmly, "I've said it before, I don't like listening to nonsense. Don't make me repeat myself."
Bang!
He released his grip, and the woman fell heavily to the ground. The terror on her face was almost tangible, and all traces of her charm and sexiness vanished.
She quickly got up from the ground and said in a trembling voice, "I am from the Joint Headquarters. I came here specifically to mediate between you and God. God said there might be some misunderstanding between you, so he came to the Joint Headquarters to mediate."
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