The scene of corpses strewn everywhere was not unfamiliar to the God of Soul Gathering.
But the scene of upper-rank god corpses strewn everywhere was something he had hardly ever seen in his life.
What made it hardest for the God of Soul Gathering to accept was the fact that the one who slew so many high-level upper-rank gods was not some unrivaled master, but a mere twenty-year-old junior with a Divine Power Level of only Level G.
This was far more devastating for him than being defeated by a more powerful rival.
"So, Upper-Rank God, do we continue? It seems you're about out of Divine Power. If we keep sparring, I'll need to use more skills to deal with you, but that's no trouble for me. I've got plenty of skills. Just tell me which kind you prefer, and I'll oblige."
Looking at the young man before him, the God of Soul Gathering seemed to see his own arrogance from not long ago.
