"Do all of you wish to become enemies with our Demon God Temple?"
Xiang Batian's face was filled with disdain as he clasped his hands behind his back, staring coldly at the powerful ancient races before him, fearless, and the domineering aura he emanated was shocking.
One had to say, this was the Tyrant Body, incredibly strong.
Facing so many powerhouses, even with the resurgence of nine emperor-grade Divine Weapons, he remained incredibly calm.
"So unafraid, you don't even flinch?"
A mighty human warrior was full of surprise, thinking that if they were in his place, up against nine emperor-grade Divine Weapons, they would probably submit immediately.
These were nine emperor-grade Divine Weapons, after all, each with a fully awakened emperor's consciousness.
