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The means of the fake god shocked the patriarch. He initially thought that this was the ability of the god when he saw Zhao Quan's means. But who would have thought that the fake god would also know such means, and even extinguish Zhao Quan's flames? This god seemed to be stronger than Zhao Quan. According to his simple thinking, this god should be the real god.    

    

However, Zhao Quan clearly knew that this wasn't a so-called true god. It was a cultivator, although he didn't know why there were cultivators in this world. Zhao Quan carefully examined his body and found that there was no Spiritual Force in his body.    

    

"You evil disciple, how dare you attack a god? You are tarnishing the dignity of the god!"    

    

Before Zhao Quan could say anything, the fake god had already started to teach him a lesson.    

    

At this time, Zarama did not understand what was going on. He did not know what was the relationship between the two of them.    

    

Although his thinking was simple, his son had a more precise starting point. Next to him, Zarama said, "The messenger of God saved me."    

    

Yes, the messenger of god saved him. This was enough to prove that Zhao Quan was not a bad person.    

    

But this could not prove that the fake god was a bad person. So, Zahama replied, "That's good. Arrange for both of you. Both of you are gods. This is the glory of our tribe."    

    

Zarama was very proud. He even felt some glory. After all, two gods had come to his tribe.    

    

However, Zhao Quan clearly did not accept such an outcome. It was just that he would not say it out loud. He decided to secretly investigate that fake god.    

    

That afternoon, Zhao Quan used some means to capture the fake god without anyone noticing.    

    

When he first saw Zhao Quan, the fake god was still very powerful. He scolded Zhao Quan with his words.    

    

"You evil cult! How dare you face me again?! You want to receive the punishment from the Heavenly God!"    

    

Heavenly God? What Heavenly God!    

    

Zhao Quan strode toward the fake god. The fake god clenched his right fist toward the sky once again and used the technique of a cultivator.    

    

It was a wind blade, like a transparent blade, slashing at Zhao Quan.    

    

This technique was the most basic technique of a warrior, the Psionic Skill. Zhao Quan didn't even put it in his eyes.    

    

Therefore, with just a wave of his hand, the wind blade completely disappeared.    

    

After that, the fake god used some other methods, but all of them were the most basic, and were completely useless.    

    

Therefore, when he saw that he had no ability to subdue Zhao Quan, he panicked and did not know what to do.    

    

However, what he wanted to do now was useless. Even if he was calm, it was useless because Zhao Quan had completely restrained him.    

    

Previously, he had discovered that every time he used his technique, the fake god would hold his right fist high, as if there was something in his right fist. Therefore, after coming to his side, Zhao Quan opened his right hand and found a small bead.    

    

The small bead was transparent, and it was filled with Spiritual Forces. It was pure, but there weren't many of them.    

    

After some careful research, Zhao Quan found out that there was a Psionic Skill sealed within the bead. The techniques that attacked him earlier were sealed within the bead.    

    

"So that's how it is. No wonder I found out that you don't have any Spiritual Force."    

    

Playing with the bead, Zhao Quan looked at the fake god and said, "To be honest, who gave you this bead?"    

    

Since there was a Psionic Skill sealed inside the bead, there must be a cultivator who had sealed the Psionic Skill inside.    

    

However, the fake god seemed to be quite strong-willed, "The Heavenly God will punish you, you heretic!"    

    

Perhaps, but Zhao Quan felt that the person who was going to be punished right now was not him, but this fake god!    

    

In the next moment, Zhao Quan raised one of his hands, and endless Spiritual Forces brewed within it, forming a thunderball.    

    

The thunder ball poured into the fake god's head, and instantly sank into it...