The aura between Feng Yanshen and Han Soi was incredibly powerful. Neither of the two men wanted to back down even an inch. They stood frozen, looking dead into each other's eyes with pure hatred.
The temple servants nearby felt like they were going to suffocate at any moment. The air was so heavy with spiritual pressure that it was hard to draw a breath.
They were terrified. They knew that if these two powerful men actually started fighting, the entire entrance hall would be destroyed.
Han Soi and the High Priest were so strong that they had nothing to lose, but the servants and guards would definitely lose their lives in the crossfire.
As each second passed, the pale expressions of the servants grew worse. The rage between the two men only increased instead of decreasing. It felt like a bomb was about to go off.
But suddenly, the air changed.
