"Has someone spread rumors of wanting to kill me? Could it really be you lot, the rotten fish and shrimp?"
The sharp tip of the Holy Halberd buzzed incessantly, as the Taoist stood firm upon it, hands behind his back, lightly tapping his toe and leisurely leaping down into the Sand Sea.
With a grand gesture, the magnified golden Holy Halberd instantly transformed into a suitable size and fell into his palm.
Compared to the numerous Heretical Powers around the Temple, the Taoist's figure seemed tiny, yet the aura he emitted made the four great evil beings dreadfully wary.
The flash of golden light earlier had already given them a reason to regard him seriously.
The pickled vegetable jar monster used its gaze to stop the Blood Skull King from cursing, suppressing the fiery rage in his heart, he coldly said:
