At first, when he was embarrassed, it was only in front of more than a dozen ancient gods.

It's different today, there are at least hundreds of gods here... This shame is definitely a big loss.

When the other gods of death saw that their boss was being taken advantage of, they wanted to rush in to save people, but some of them didn't dare.

Even the boss has no power to resist, they will die if they go up.

What's more... a god of death has already been killed.

"The old fortune teller's popularity is really big."

Xiao Chen was a little envious. How great it would be if he could single-handedly frighten the entire West and hundreds of gods!

He was a little eager to try it. If someone troubled the old fortune teller, he would have to try it himself.

But then I thought again, would anyone dare to trouble the old fortune teller?

The fate of those who stand out is already doomed.

Are all the monkeys in this mountain shivering?

"Two choices, surrender, or die."

The old fortune teller looked at the leader of Death and said coldly.

"Death...will never be a slave..."

The leader, the Death God, squeezed out a word. He wanted to find a way to go down the stairs. After all, there were too many gods there.

Wouldn't it be too embarrassing to surrender directly?

"Oh, then die."

The old fortune teller's eyes turned cold and he exerted force on his hands.

Click.

The neck of the leading god of death was broken.

"No……"
Chapter completed!