"What?!"
Hearing the name "Mosquito Daoist,"
Odin could no longer remain calm.
He shot up from his throne.
His bronze, bell-like eyes stared fixedly at Iyaki and Izanami.
"Are you certain that mosquito is connected to the Mosquito Daoist?"
Izanami didn't explain.
She simply unleashed her Divine Power.
In the middle of the great hall, she recreated the scene of their confrontation with Chu Sheng in Kyoto.
The moment the Mosquito Daoist's ancient, boundless, and utterly tyrannical aura filled the entire hall,
Odin's expression instantly turned grim.
He personally felt that despair-inducing pressure.
It was a fear that stemmed from the depths of his soul.
Odin slowly sank back onto his throne.
He no longer looked at Iyaki and Izanami.
He just gave them an impatient wave of his hand.
"Show yourselves out."
"What do you mean by that?!"
Iyaki roared.
He and his sister had wasted their breath for so long,
only to be mercilessly thrown out.
