“Master!” Siegfried hurried to Deus while carrying a warm wet towel and a dry towel.

Deus was currently receiving Daode Tianzun’s greetings.

“My name is Percival, Elder-nim. It is truly an honor to meet you,” Daode Tianzun said.

“Hoho! You are quite well-mannered! However, that’s all you have. You don’t seem that talented in my eyes,” Deus replied with a hearty laugh.

“Hahaha…” Daode Tianzun started sweating profusely. ‘Oh my god… I never imagined that someone would call me talentless in this world…’

The old magician was stupefied. Everything he knew about the world had crumbed.

Who could have known that there was someone who had transcended the realm of a Grand Master in this world?!

Not to mention, the transcended being made quick work of a matured wyrm-class dragon.

“I… I have been complimented since my younger days that I am quite well-mannered… Hahaha…!”

“I see. You’re different from Blockhead. He was quite the rude young fella.”

“Block… you mean…?”

“He’s Blockhead,” Deus pointed at Betelgeuse and continued. “His real name is Bete something, but who cares about that? He’s not important, anyway.”

“I-Is that so…?”

“How dare that youngster without any talent to show call himself the Sword Emperor? Ha! Who could have...