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The divine throne in the grand ancient hall was emitting a dazzling light. At some point, a phantom figure had appeared and was sitting on the throne.

Maidee's pupils contracted violently as his features morphed into an expression of shock. "It's... the god, Frey!"

The crowd was visibly shaken.

A god! A being only known in legends had appeared. The West had seen none of them since the Twilight of the Gods, yet now, a real and tangible god had appeared before their eyes.

Various emotions flooded their hearts. There was excitement and awe, but there was also fear and unease.

A member of the Morgan Guild immediately knelt on the ground. "Oh great god, please accept my obeisance!"

Seeing this, Sean also got to his knees as his gaze took on a devoted look. The rest followed suit and bowed to the god. Only Maidee and Bobbit remained standing.

The phantom figure was about two meters tall, with a sturdy build. His face was covered with a thick beard, making him look somewhat like a vagrant. There was an endless aura of majesty and coldness in Frey's divine eyes as he gazed upon them. "Why aren't you kneeling?" the phantom figure asked calmly.

After a moment of hesitation, Maidee knelt on the ground, "Greetings, great god!"

Bobbit was still hesitating.

A god? Could he be real? If he was real, kneeling would be the least he could do. If he was not, his reputation as a fifth-tier Legendary Realm cultivator would be severely damaged.

"Kneel!" the phantom figure suddenly roared, and Bobbit felt as if he had been struck by thunderbolts. His mind went blank as he felt his body go weak. Following that, immense pressure forced him to his knees.

A god! He was truly a god!

Bobbit's face turned pale. He quickly prostrated himself on the ground, trembling as he said, "Greetings, great god Frey!"

Before a god, all men were ants. Even if it was just a phantom remnant of the god itself, it was not something a mere Legendary Realm cultivator like himself could dare to offend.

The phantom figure's cold, piercing

gaze swept over the crowd before he spoke with an authoritative tone, "The sacred sword of ice is about to emerge. You lack the courage to

claim what rightfully belongs to the

West, and yet you dare to tread in my temple?"

"The sacred sword of ice? What's that?"

"I've never heard of it!"

"It's the weapon of the Ice Angel. The Ice Angel is a four-winged angel, equivalent to a fourth-tier god!" explained an elder who possessed angelic blood.

Everyone immediately felt a

newfound respect for the angel race.

Angels, like gods, existed only in

mythological stories, and most people knew little about them. Hearing that a four-winged angel was comparable to a fourth-tier god gave everyone a deep understanding of the angel race.

At the same time, determination and greed appeared on their faces. A weapon belonging to a fourth-tier god was an extraordinary find,

capable of driving anyone madnet

weapon belonging to the angefrace

of the West must not fall into the hands of Easterners. This was now about defending the West's honor.

Prostrated on the ground, Maidee spoke up with reverence in his voice, "Great god, there's a young man of extraordinary prowess among the Eastern cultivators. I suspect he has the body of an Eastern Ancient immortal. We beg you to strike him down!" Nash posed an immense threat, and Maidee had no confidence in defeating him. So, he could only seek the god's intervention.

Hearing Maidee's plea, Bobbit chimed in, "Please, great god, aid us in eliminating the Eastern cultivators!"