“Then you must be the representative of His Highness the God of Wrath in this world.” Shibusawa Tatsuhiko spoke without hesitation, he clasped his hands, bowed slightly, his expression seemed very respectful, his tone was serious: "Please be kind and allow me to express my respect to His Highness the God of Wrath." , I have always trusted in Your Highness the God of Wrath and I really need You to guide me.” ,To become stronger, poor Xia Youjie had to eat the cursed soul gem that smelled like a vomit rag since childhood. When he heard Xia Youjie describe the child, Shibusawa Ryuhiko did not borrow Xia Youjie's Cursed Spirit Jade to lick it, but he deliberately smelled the scent of that wipe.