Yang Ye glanced down at Tang Niu, who was struggling to shake his head and stop him from advancing, and his heart was filled with murderous intent.
What exactly have the mortals done wrong?
If being weak is the original sin,
then he wanted to see just how strong these people really were!
"You like torturing mortals from your high perch, don't you?" With a wave of his hand, a divine spear coalesced, the tip striking the ground and sending sparks flying as he walked forward.
In the next moment, the temple priest's expression changed drastically.
"Divine Power!"
He had received word a couple of days ago that a cultivator was wreaking havoc on the River God Temple, but he hadn't given it much thought.
After all, it was just a cultivator.
But he did not expect that the person overturning the River God Temple was not human—but a True God!
"A True God indeed!"
The temple priest knew the other party would silence witnesses, so he immediately prepared to control his sword and flee.
