"The might of the Tyrant's Physique truly lives up to its reputation!"
Long Zhan's expression was solemn, and although he still looked proud, he was very cautious about Xiang Batian in his heart.
He was proud, but not a fool; he dared not underestimate the Tyrant's Physique.
Watching Xiang Batian take action.
The ancient races seemed as if they could not see what was happening, and the Clan Leader of the Mang Jiao Clan had a particularly vindicated look in his eyes.
He knew that the Demon God Temple was invited by the Origin Sect Master, and now he couldn't wait for him to die.
Moreover, both parties were his enemies, and if they fought, he would be even happier.
"Brother Xiang, the Origin Sect Master is after all a Sect Master of our human race, if there is any issue, let's have our human side handle it," one of them said.
Seeing Xiang Batian directly taking action, the elder known as Tongtian couldn't just stand by.
