Junlin stood still, dumbfounded.
It couldn't comprehend Tang Xian's actions.
Tang Xian left behind the inheritance of the God of Destruction and stood up.
Because at this moment, the boy in black also struggled to his feet.
[Are you giving me charity?] Junlin glared angrily.
"At this time, put away your pathetic pride. The God of Destruction is a beast god worthy of respect, and the fact that the Red Emperor was willing to guard its tomb for hundreds of years proves it. Junlin, you will become the next God of Destruction. When that time comes, let us have a battle of life and death," Tang Xian said.
Junlin indeed did not expect Tang Xian to hold it in such high regard, but prideful people find it hard to accept gifts from others.
[I... refuse!]
"This is the Red Emperor's last wish. If you really cannot accept charity, then do something for me," Tang Xian moved on to the main topic.
