Everyone was moved by the openness and grandeur of Xiangtuo Mo, their blood gradually boiling.
Compared to those cunning little witches of the Goddess of Destiny, the gap was simply too obvious.
The mysterious Goddess of Destiny behind the scenes wanted to use trivial tricks like wearing a cloak to hide one's face to manipulate people's hearts.
But this one chose to refuse.
His pride compelled him to reveal his identity openly.
And he would answer every question, candidly sharing some information with the crowd.
He didn't have to do this.
In fact, not sharing this information would have been more beneficial to him.
"This guy... truly proud. Back then, he could have continued living, but he chose to die with his footless bird, just as proudly." Bal on the opposite side wore a grim expression. It was clear who these words were aimed at.
If there were no other Divine Spirits behind the opponent, it would be fine.
