Zhao Ji's eyes turned slightly cold, then she asked, "Which three?"
Qiu Tu counted on his fingers, "The Northern Divine King, the Eastern Divine King, and the Western Divine King."
Zhao Ji's expression grew even colder. She nodded slightly and said, "Got it."
After saying this, she asked, "Were you hurt?"
Qiu Tu replied, "No, not at all. I didn't give them any chance. Just killed them all directly."
"Mm. Good." Hearing there were no injuries, Zhao Ji responded blandly, nodding a little.
But as she realized what Qiu Tu had just said, she suddenly froze.
She stopped in her tracks, frowned slightly at Qiu Tu, and repeated, "Did you say you killed all of them?"
"Who else would it be? Me, obviously."
Qiu Tu nodded innocently. "Of course. Other than us, who else in this world can leap ranks to kill a Heavenly God?"
Zhao Ji: ???
Honestly, in that moment, a thousand questions popped into Zhao Ji's mind.
Wait... am I on the same level as Qiu Tu now?
