Su Mo glanced down at the ground at the corpse that still exuded terrifying divine might and then looked up at the White War God floating in mid-air, feeling speechless for a moment.
The corpse had already been taken into my gourd and refined into wine, and now you specifically went to slay a divine-level being to deliver it to me.
Isn't this a bit over-the-top?
My master is really too concerned about face!
Moreover, doesn't this make me seem overly flamboyant!
Thinking about it, Su Mo still opened his mouth to ask, "White War God, this, isn't this a bit inappropriate, maybe we should just forget about it."
Bai Yuanhao frowned slightly, merely gave Su Mo a faint glance, and then said:
"Now the news of your godslaying is already spreading like wildfire outside. Although it's not known that it was you, your master will definitely reveal it in time.
