"You wield your power openly to attack me?" Shen Zhui was taken aback. He hadn't considered this possibility.
"You, a True God, want a top-tier treasure to serve under you, ha! It's not that simple." The old man sneered, "We were created to serve our masters, and each master of a top-tier treasure was a favored child of heaven. If it weren't for the boredom of being cooped up in here, I wouldn't even bother with you, kid."
"..." Shen Zhui was rendered speechless.
The old geezer was quite arrogant.
Seeing the old man disregard him and turn away, Shen Zhui stopped short. Then, he shouted, "Enough with your boastful talk, old man. From your condition, it looks like you're more dead than alive. I bet your physical form already decayed. You're not as powerful as you claim. Do you want me to take you out of here—is that what all of this is about?"