"At the same time, I grant you the privilege to enter without bowing, walk in without rushing, and ascend the hall with your sword and boots!"
"How about it?"
Those words, filled with "gratitude" and "compassion," were like the most venomous curse, each word transformed into an invisible heavy hammer, unabashedly striking the pride of Heavenly Emperor Indra, which was already teetering.
His face instantly flushed to a pig liver-like purple, and from his golden eyes, burning with Infinite Divine Light, a raging fire erupted, capable of incinerating everything.
"You... wish...!!!"
These three words were almost squeezed out one by one from Indra's clenched teeth.
Just as Heavenly Emperor Indra, enraged by Ming River's words, nearly went mad with fury, intending to fight desperately again.
On the other side of the battlefield.
A booming crash was heard!
