And Zhang Ruochen has many means to make his life worse than death.

Moreover, the reputation of the God-Emperor of Massacre is as loud as thunder in heaven and hell. Zhang Ruochen can only destroy his reputation in a matter of seconds.

Zhang Ruochen said: "Hand over the huge stone altar you got in the Origin Temple. It is actually a good treasure."

"No, my emperor... I only have this powerful war treasure. If I lose it, how can I resist the supreme holy weapons of other Yuanhui-level representatives?"

"Senior brother, please give me some more time. If we fight together, I will be able to earn a lot of sacred stones. With luck, I might be able to capture one of the Supreme Sacred Artifacts."

"Senior Brother, you have so many Supreme Sacred Artifacts, hundreds of thousands of Divine Stones, and ten great worlds. You are richer than many gods. Why do you need to embarrass me, Junior Brother?"

The more he talked about it, the more sad he became, feeling the huge wealth gap.

I even feel that Zhang Ruochen has lost his humanity, is unkind for the sake of wealth, and bullies the weak.

Zhang Ruochen seemed to have suddenly thought of something. He put away the Pure Sword and sent a message to Xuetu, "There are so many people here, and the monks from the Palace of Death are also watching from above. I will give you face. The debt you owe can be used in the future."

Return slowly."

"Thank you, senior brother. Senior brother is really my dear senior brother."

As if Xue Tu had received an amnesty, he immediately bowed and saluted Zhang Ruochen.
Chapter completed!