"You're the one who should be kneeling!"
Hong Yu's cold shout was righteous, solemn, and sacred.
This confident rebuke, like a majestic and righteous roll of thunder, was so immense that it made Wang Ba's expression freeze, and he instinctively paused his advance.
In the next instant, his face turned the color of pig's liver. He glared at Hong Yu with fury. "You bastard! How dare you tell me to kneel? You're courting death!"
Primordial Gang pulsed from his palms like two thick, venomous snakes, their tongues flicking as if ready to coil around Hong Yu's head and snap it off.
"Insolent Wang Ba, kneel before me now!"
Hong Yu's eyes flashed as his voice boomed like a clap of thunder.
BUZZ!
An ancient-looking token quietly appeared in his palm.
This token possessed neither the vast aura of an Advanced Primordial Weapon nor the ancient, time-worn presence of a Supreme Treasure. Even its design was incredibly simple.
