"Write off with a single stroke?"
Ren Changsheng laughed, and the Dark Temple disciples present also erupted in noise, surprised that the Seventeenth Elder had cowered so quickly.
"Human Emperor, although your strength is great and you have also subdued the Heart of Darkness, our Golden Temple is not to be trifled with. Truly tearing each other apart is beneficial to neither you nor me!"
The Seventeenth Elder said gravely as he looked at Ren Changsheng.
"Are you threatening me?"
Ren Changsheng's indifferent voice rang out as he looked at the Seventeenth Elder, his eyes exceedingly calm. A threat? Sorry, but nothing intimidates Ren Changsheng less than a threat.
"Human Emperor!"
The Seventeenth Elder's face darkened. As a first-rate elder of the Golden Temple, he was accustomed to supreme authority, but today he was forced to bow before Ren Changsheng.
That youth.
Was too strong.
