"Do you think I have a good temper, junior?" The Celestial God spoke, a cold expression on his face, standing in the sky.
"My temper isn't too good either, that's why I killed him," Shi Hao responded.
Everyone was stunned, the desolate one indeed feared nothing, unafraid of the Celestial God, daring to speak this way.
In fact, ever since Shi Hao saw the six Celestial Gods, he knew there would be no peaceful resolution. Whether he yielded or not, the result was the same, so he might as well be forthright.
"Reckless!" The Celestial God extended a large hand, reaching for the platform.
"Friend, please calm down." A voice came from the void, a character blossomed, blocking that palm.
However, the person who came did not reveal their presence, unwilling to directly confront the Celestial God from the outside, only blocking with characters.
