C567 Two Idiots!

"You're asking for it!"

Dung Buwei's formidable power was like a swamp, sticky and unyielding. It surged like a wave, sweeping through the surrounding void, causing it to wail in distress.

"Are you challenging our Holy Temple?"

"Pfft!"

The God Killing Sect Master spat out a grape seed and chuckled.

"Challenging your Holy Temple? Not at all. Even though your Holy Temple is rubbish