"Jue Tian Nine Slashes, Heaven-Destroying Wild Fists?"
What kind of taste does this Martial God have?
Under the soft light of the stars, Wu Wang lay on his little bed, the contents of the two secret manuals from the Martial God revolving in his mind.
Although it was somewhat offensive to say so, Wu Wang now had a clear understanding.
He still felt puzzled, wondering why the Martial God insisted so strongly that he accept his favor.
Why is he lowering his stance so much out of nowhere? Could there be some deceit in this?
Filled with skepticism, Wu Wang, who was no longer a child and didn't believe in 'giving you a chance because we are fated,' especially harbored caution towards Innate Gods. His own life was not important.
Taking the contents of the two secret manuals with him, along with the overall happenings of the past two days, Wu Wang entered the Heavenly Dao and began to deduce everything carefully.
