"Prince Wu Saning, the invitation from my lord was not for you to come and merely strut about,"
Just as the Saintesses were trembling with fear, getting ready to perform acrobatics.
A brilliant white light condensed in the room, and within it, a burst of platinum-colored flames suddenly shone, revealing a pair of golden eyes that stared at the silver-haired man.
"Raging Flame God? A mere subordinate deity dares to lecture me?" the silver-haired man sneered, stretching out his right index finger. At its tip, countless tiny white symbols gathered like ants, coalescing into an egg-sized ball of light.
"Enough," suddenly, a grand and deep voice, like the tolling of a bell, exploded between the two.
Both of their expressions changed slightly, and they each withdrew the impending force of their blows.
