"What's so great about becoming a deity?"
Julius Reed sat on an ancient chair, his hands folded in front of him, and smiled as he spoke, "The fate of deities, isn't it just to be taken down by me?"
Such offensive words, perhaps no one else in the world would dare to say, except him.
But Julius Reed had suppressed the God Temple for five thousand years!
He had that qualification.
"Heh heh." The old man gave an awkward laugh, placing his hands on his cane, momentarily unsure how to respond.
"Western Emperor, don't be like that." Pranay Martinez patted Julius Reed on the shoulder. "You just killed this conversation with that remark."
"Oh." Julius Reed stretched out a hand, calmly saying, "Go ahead, let's discuss in detail."
He nonchalantly glanced at his Rolex, reminding the other that his time was precious.
He didn't believe that this God Temple was established by this old guy in front of him.
The simplest logic, sheep have no ability to lead a pack of wolves.
