"What?"
When the group of people heard this, they were stunned.
It should be noted that anyone who said this would be laughed at by others.
However, for them, what Justices said was completely different.
After all, in a sense, he was their leader, their current leader.
If even he said that it was a divine skill, how could they refute?
"A True God?"
"Justices, are you out of your mind? How can there be the inheritance of the True God?"
"That's right. We don't even get to meet the True God, let alone the True God’s divine skill."
"Do you think we're idiots?"
"In my opinion, Justices clearly lost, so he deliberately bragged about his strength."
"That's right. If that's the case, it wouldn't be a complete loss."
In the face of such sarcasm, Justices, who was already burning with anger and unwilling to give up, was even angrier. He looked at his so-called brothers with hatred.
"Bastard! Am I such a person in your eyes??"
After the roar, everyone fell silent in an instant.
They were still afraid of Justices.
Justices looked back at Samuel and said, "But I don't understand. This magical skill should be top-secret. Even if you just want to give it away, countless people in the world will try their best to come to you."
"It's enough to shake the entire Blood Elves."
"But, you gave it to your subordinates so easily? How is that possible?"
"Samuel, there's a limit to how much you can show off. Aren't you a little too reckless?"
Samuel smiled contemptuously. "Justices, why are you so unwilling?"
"The Divine Skill is indeed very powerful, and I know how precious it is. But so what?"
"Is it more precious than my brother?"
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