"Great Priest?"
The crowd was puzzled, unfamiliar with this title within the divine hierarchy.
Li Qingming laughed and curled his lip in disdain, "Since when did the gods of Mount Olympus start choosing inferior half-goat men to be priests? Stop flattering yourself!"
The color drained from the half-man's face. Initially hesitating whether to expel these outsiders suspected from Technology Mysterious City, Li Qingming's words had utterly ignited his fury. Coupled with some unknown reasons, the half-goat man was enraged. He raised his scepter, embedded with a red gemstone, pointed forward, and declared: "I, Oxu, in the name of the Great Priest, swear that you low-class people will all be annihilated!"
"Oh, just with these Shrimp Soldiers and Crab Generals?" Li Qingming swept a glance over the centaurs whose cultivation only reached the realm of Taiyin Golden Immortal, and he burst into laughter.
