"Halt?"
Ren Changsheng responded with a faint smile; in a moment, his figure flashed, immediately standing in front of Golden Saint, and looking at Golden Saint with a trace of mockery in his eyes.
"Golden Saint, it seems you have forgotten what our bet was?"
Ren Changsheng spoke indifferently.
"A bet?"
Murderous intent burst forth in the eyes of Golden Saint; no one had expected that the disciples of the Emperor's Hall would be so formidable—their silhouettes were being directly slain by Emperor's Hall disciples.
Those were...
The elite disciples of the Golden Divine Hall!
These disciples, even the weakest among them, were of the twenty Dao-level realm. Even for Tianlai God Lord, raising so many disciples had cost countless resources.
If they all perished now...
Not to mention anything else, under Tianlai God Lord's command, I'm afraid there would be no more useful people left, and for Tianlai God Lord to recover his vitality, who knows how long it would take.
