"This insidious old bastard!" Man Zhentian cursed through gritted teeth, his face veined with bulging anger as a captivating killer aura swept through the hall.
Gumo Yun's old face was extremely sullen, the fury in his eyes almost bursting forth, never had he been so enraged.
Xiao Shuang said coldly, "I've been in the Divine Realm for many years, I've never suffered such humiliation! The Holy Soul Temple simply bullies excessively!"
"Our strength is too weak, in front of the Great Main God powerhouse, there's not the slightest bit of resistance." Man Zhentian said gloomily, deeply yearning for powerful strength, a desire more intense than ever before.
Man Zhentian, though merely in the Main God Realm, serving as the president of the Trade Association, in the Seven Divine Realms, who dares not show respect? When has he ever been threatened like this?
"President, Elders, nothing can be detected." Huang Yun frowned and shook his head.
