God Temple is powerful!
These four words alone gave Qin Jun a headache, as things were indeed developing in the worst direction he had feared.
Looking at the Sacred Emperor, who stood with his back to the moonlight, his face obscured, Qin Jun's mood grew even more irritable. He disliked the feeling of his opponent having him figured out.
But if he killed the Sacred Emperor now, it would inevitably bring down the wrath of the God Temple. Then the Heavenly Convention would surely be called off due to war, his forced mission would go uncompleted, dropping him five levels – just the thought made his heart ache.
Moreover, once the balance was broken, he would face endless troubles from the God Temple; even Old Man Yi had advised him against it.
Old Man Yi was well aware of the Nine Spirits Yuan Saint's prowess. Back then, even as a Demon Emperor, the number one figure in the Southern Domain, he had been defeated by the God Temple. Qin Jun would not be so blindly confident.
