Ye Wushuang hovered in the air, his body clad in Golden Armor that burst with golden light, making him look like a golden Divine King!
Before him, one giant after another bowed deeply, their respect immense!
This shocking turn of events was something even Ye Wushuang, with all his composure, couldn't immediately process.
Not only had he interrupted the Giant Spirit Clan's ritual, but even the Barbarian God Statue they revered as a Divine Spirit had suddenly lost both its eyes.
He had expected the Giant Spirits to fly into a rage and subject him to death by a thousand cuts, but this outcome was something he'd never anticipated. It was all so theatrical!
"Priest!"
'Priest!' Ye Wushuang repeated the word in his mind. Staring at the giants before him, he could sense that their reverence was no act—it was genuine and came from the heart.
