Jian Wushuang's divine power was tens of thousands of times greater than that of Spirit Bristle Divine Lord. With the help of the original universe, the gap between him and Spirit Bristle Divine Lord had reached an incredible level!
"Are you done?"
Jian Wushuang spat out these words indifferently.
"I..."
Spirit Bristle Divine Lord's face turned red, and she stuttered, unable to say a word.
"Since you've fought enough, can we have a good talk?"
With a calm expression, Jian Wushuang released his grip on the Golden spear.
In that instant, Spirit Bristle Divine Lord, who didn't have time to stop her power, almost fell from the sky.
Spirit Bristle Divine Lord, who was holding the blazing flame golden spear tightly, smiled angrily again.
"Hmph, you stole my Holy Land's heritage, and now you have the nerve to tell me to talk nicely?"
"If you want this sect master to speak properly, then receive this move of mine first!"
