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But centuries have passed, and everything has changed. Zhao Ji's talent is no longer as great as it once was.

Moreover, Zhao Ji was a peak-level celestial being back then, which is why she possessed such strength. Now, however, Zhao Ji is merely a low-level celestial being, and her strength has been greatly diminished.

As I said before, power cannot disappear out of thin air, nor can it be created out of thin air.

Therefore, Tang Lang felt that even Zhao Ji was probably no match for him.

Unless, of course, there is a powerful support-type deity by Zehime's side, just like herself.

However, powerful support-type gods are too rare, so Tang Lang thinks it's unlikely.

It was precisely after such a comprehensive analysis that Tang Lang felt confident enough to deal with Qiu Tu's scheme.

He even felt a bit of anticipation for Qiu Tu and his group's attack, because he believed he had a high chance of winning.

—After all… in his view, both the "Star Forger God King" and his wife Yaoqin were a bit too cautious.

If those gods in the "Boundless Heart Sea" were truly that powerful, how could they possibly want to destroy the "World Passage"?

If he could defeat Qiu Tu directly when Qiu Tu and the others attacked him, he might be credited with the greatest achievement in this invasion of the world!

In this way, he can finally hold his head high when facing Yaoqin and won't have to suffer her exploitation every day!

What if you've never played before?

He wasn't worried at all. Even if he couldn't beat him, he could run away; even if he couldn't run away, he could buy time.

He and his wife were of one mind, and he was on a mission to draw the enemy away. If they didn't contact each other for half an hour or an hour, his wife would most likely know that something had happened to him and would come to his aid immediately.

Thinking this way, Tang Lang felt more at ease.

So he remained vigilant while continuing to act according to plan.

And so, we walked for another ten minutes or so.

Just as Tang Lang was starting to doubt his own deductions, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Tang Lang slowed his pace, his narrow eyes narrowing as he scrutinized the figure.

It was a little different from what he had expected. What appeared before him was not anyone else, but a beautifully sculpted young girl.

The girl looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old, with delicate features and an extremely beautiful appearance.

A golden star adorned her forehead. Her small face, no bigger than a palm, had skin as white as snow with a faint pink tinge. Her nose was delicate and pert, and her eyes were like two clear springs, crystal clear yet brimming with liveliness.

'Not Qiu Tu?'

Tang Lang muttered to himself, but he did not let his guard down.

Above the gods, appearances are all illusions and cannot be used as a standard for judging strength.

So he looked at the girl warily and asked, "Who are you? Why are you blocking my way?"

Hearing his question, the girl smiled. She had a beautiful smile, her eyes curving like crescent moons.

Then, like popping beans, she rattled off a string of words, "My name is Qinglan. You're Tang Lang?"

She looked Tang Lang up and down and said bluntly, "You... are so ugly."

Perhaps never having witnessed such a direct personal attack, Tang Lang was momentarily stunned:.....

After a moment, he came to his senses, narrowed his eyes, glared fiercely at Qinglan, and wanted to retort.

Just then, Qinglan looked at Tang Lang with her big, watery eyes and said, "That's not right. To become a god, one must undergo countless minor adjustments."

"How could there be such an ugly person?"

"So...do you have a problem with your aesthetic sense?"

Tang Lang: ....

Qinglan pouted and shook her head. "No, no. It's not you who has a problem with your taste, it's your wife."

"She's so beautiful, yet she chose someone as ugly as you. Her taste must be terrible."

At this point, Qinglan seemed to have thought of something, suddenly covered her mouth with her small hand, and said with a surprised look, "Your wife doesn't have a 'fetish for ugly things,' does she?"

It has to be said that after years of being exploited by his wife, Tang Lang has long since become someone who has the word "endurance" etched on his forehead.

He didn't care at all about the casual mockery.

But! Qinglan's personal attacks involving his wife were truly unbearable for him.

Furthermore, he had originally intended to provoke Qiu Tu's side into making a move. So, seeing Qing Lan's endless mockery, he yelled "Ahhh!" a few times, then flashed forward and grabbed at Qing Lan!

As he waved his claws, his hands grew larger, and his nails grew longer, resembling the sharp claws of a giant wolf, gleaming with a silvery-white light.

However, Qinglan was not afraid at all upon seeing this scene.

Seeing the wolf's claws coming at her, she shouted without hesitation, "Divine Skill - Workplace Six Styles, Number 4: Scapegoat!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the next second, Tang Lang's sharp claws were upon her! They slid mercilessly toward Qing Lan's neck!

As a result, despite the wolf's sharp claws pouncing on her, Qinglan's neck remained unharmed.

On the contrary, several red bloodstains suddenly appeared on Tang Lang's own neck!

"Ah~~!" Because he hadn't expected such a problem to occur, Tang Lang screamed, clutched his neck, and staggered backward!

Only after maintaining a distance of five meters from Qinglan did Tang Lang look at her, still shaken.

He reached up and touched his neck, then took his hand down to look: his hand was covered in blood! It wasn't a hallucination!

Thinking this, Tang Lang looked at Qing Lan with a wary expression.

His narrow eyes narrowed as his mind continuously analyzed Qinglan's "Heavenly Divine Skill".

'A support-type divine skill!'

The effect is... damage transfer!

After confirming Qinglan's "Heavenly Divine Skill", Tang Lang couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Qinglan's "Heavenly Divine Skill" isn't particularly strong, but... it's incredibly disgusting.

Unless Tang Lang's strength suddenly explodes and can directly break through the transfer limit of Qing Lan, the "scapegoat", no matter how much damage he causes to Qing Lan, it will only be transferred to him!

Fortunately... the difference in strength between us is quite significant.

In the previous exchange, Tang Lang had confirmed Qing Lan's strength: a beginner-level Celestial God.

Such strength is far from enough for Tang Lang, a peak-level celestial being.

Moreover, Qinglan has a support-type "divine skill," and so does he!

He could easily amplify his strength and then shatter Qinglan's "Heavenly Divine Skill" with a single punch.

Thinking this, Tang Lang's eyes slowly turned dark red, and then he suddenly tore off his shirt, his whole body rapidly inflating like a balloon.

In just a moment, he transformed from a short man of 1.4 or 1.5 meters into a two-story-tall werewolf covered in muscles.

His dark red eyes were fixed on Qinglan, his bared wolf fangs dripping saliva disgustingly, making him look both ferocious and terrifying.

The next second, he shot straight towards Qinglan like an arrow released from a bow!

In that instant, the power of cataclysm erupted, space began to tear apart, and even thunder began to rumble in the sky!

With a loud "BOOM!", the "black pot" that Qinglan was carrying on her back was smashed to pieces by a single punch!

The entire ground was covered in spiderweb-like cracks.

Qinglan, clutching the "black pot," coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Tang Lang ignored the fist marks on his body and glared at Qing Lan with a sinister look.

Although he was still scapegoated and the harm was transferred to someone else.

But just as he had guessed, when the attack power exceeded the limit of the "scapegoat", Qinglan's "divine skill" could not transfer the attack away, and Qinglan could only suffer most of the damage.

Therefore, if he makes a few more moves, he should be able to take down this strange god in front of him!

Thinking this, he gathered all his strength, raised his fist high, and his whole body surged with cataclysmic power, ready to deliver another punch!

Just then, Qinglan, with blood at the corner of her mouth, pointed at him and shouted, "Divine Skill - Workplace 6 Styles, Number 5: Humiliation Fee!"

With Qinglan's loud shout, the next second, Tang Lang suddenly felt a strange rule descend upon him.

Immediately afterwards, he felt the power in his fist begin to weaken rapidly.

He clearly used 8% of his strength, but it felt like only 2% when it hit his fist. The effort and the reward were completely disproportionate.

Therefore, even before he threw that punch, he knew it would be difficult to have any effect.

Sure enough, just as he thought, his punch landed squarely on the "black pot" that Qinglan was blocking in front of her.

Qinglan screamed and was sent flying like a basketball, clutching the "black pot".

However, although she was punched 50 meters away, when Qinglan sat down on the ground, she was not injured except for being covered in mud.

Upon seeing this, Tang Lang's face turned ashen and solemn.

'Powerful support-type deity...'

'How could such a powerful support-type deity exist in such a peripheral world?'

Although the "Wasteful Fee" divine skill is a one-time use, Tang Lang clearly felt his strength recovering after using it once.

However, the terrifying weakening effect alone made him take it extremely seriously.

Such a deity must be reported to the "God-King" to see if there is any hope of incorporating him into the organization.

"After all... when skill levels, strength, and talent are roughly equal, the stronger the support, the better the chances of winning."

This will likely help the "God King" win the final victory.

Thinking this, Tang Lang's eyes were filled with desire as he looked at Qing Lan.

He felt that discovering such a powerful support character as Qinglan in the "Boundless Heart Sea" was already the greatest gain.

If we could persuade Qinglan to surrender and join the organization, that might be an even greater achievement than repairing the "World Passage" and conquering the entire world!

Thinking this, Tang Lang couldn't help but want to persuade him to surrender.

Just then, Qinglan, who had been punched away, slammed the "black pot" onto the ground. Then, she stepped on the "black pot" with her left foot and made a move with her right hand.

The next second, a "pancake" the size of half of Qinglan appeared in her hand.

She watched Tang Lang quickly nibble on the "pancake" in her hand.

As the "pancake" shrank with each bite, Qinglan's aura grew stronger and stronger, quickly reaching the intermediate-level Celestial God realm.

Seeing this scene, Tang Lang's pupils contracted slightly, and he made an incredulous judgment in his mind.

A super-supporting deity using a "mysterious pathway"?!

Just how many tricks does she have up her sleeve?!

If Tang Lang had 100% confidence in this battle before, then he was not concerned about Qing Lan's repeated outbursts.

So when he discovered that Qinglan's methods were becoming increasingly sophisticated, bizarre, and comprehensive, he finally dared not delay any longer.

He immediately launched an attack and engaged Qinglan in battle.

And his idea was indeed correct. With the "Godly Skill - Workplace 6 Styles" that he had comprehended and modified after becoming a "God", Qinglan and he really fought back and forth.

Slacking off, scapegoating, being a slave, humiliation fee, flatbread, scapegoat...

With the unleashing of six "divine skills," and given that Tang Lang was not skilled in combat, even though he was a peak divine being, he could not quickly defeat Qing Lan.

This caused cold sweat to break out on his forehead.

Meanwhile, Qiu Tu, who was hiding to the side, looked at the situation on the field, and then at Zhao Ji and Doris beside him, and was a little confused for a moment.

He said, "Is Qinglan too strong, or Tanglang too weak?"

"Why do I feel like Qinglan could hold off Tang Lang all by herself?"

Upon hearing Qiu Tu's words, Doris didn't speak, but Zhao Ji answered first.

She said with a cold expression, "Don't forget that she has 9 points of my talent."

Qiu Tu blinked, then asked again,

"Then... slacking off, taking the blame, being a slave, humiliation fee, flatbread, scapegoat? What are all these?"

"They've all just been promoted to Celestial Gods, so why does Qinglan have six Celestial God skills?"

Hearing Qiu Tu's question, Zhao Ji gave Qiu Tu a deep look, and then repeated what she had just said, only with a slightly stronger tone, "After all, she has 9 points of my talent."