Confidence

"If that giant isn't the holder, who set those commandments?"

Smoker Xie didn't believe Xiao Hai's conclusion.

They had previously determined that the current holder of the Investiture of Gods should be an individual derived from the combination of intelligent brains and many powerful divine souls here.

"I thought your judgment was right before, but I discovered this after the giant was seriously injured."

A wooden beech space appeared in Xiao Hai's hand. Tens of thousands of beech trees formed a lock.

When all the beech wood was extracted layer by layer, a beech wood heart slowly floated up from the core.

Then, it turned transparent power and merged into the Investiture of Gods' space. Smoker Xie's body suddenly twisted into a ball of meat.

A mournful wail sounded from the ball of meat.

"I'm sorry."

Xiao Hai put the lock back together.

"The power of commandments! Isn't this the power of the giant? Why can you use it?"