"Not late!"
The Holy Light Spirit's dignified voice echoed through the palace, causing everyone, who had already harbored different thoughts, to focus their gazes on Lu Yang.
"Bastard! He was clearly late, so why are you saying he isn't?" The Saint Gold Race's mid-level god flew into a rage and stepped before Lu Yang, golden holy light in his right hand condensing into a tangible form.
"You dare?!" The Holy Light Spirit erupted in fury. The God King Tier formation inside the palace activated, and the terrifying magical fluctuations instantly filled the Saint Gold Race's mid-level god with fear. Golden light burst from his entire body as he leaped back ten meters. By the time he landed, his power had risen to the Main God Tier.
"What are you trying to do?" the Saint Gold Race expert roared at the Holy Light Spirit.
The Holy Light Spirit spoke without a trace of emotion. "A rule established jointly by all ancient God Kings: anyone intending to fight here shall die!"
"I, I, I..." The Saint Gold Race expert was speechless. No matter how furious he was, he could not vent it here. In that instant just now, he had sensed nine God King Tier single-target spells aimed at him simultaneously. Even if he could transform into a Main God with golden light, he could not withstand the repeated bombardment of nine God King Tier spells. Yet if he simply backed down, he would lose face and become the laughingstock of everyone present.
"Dismiss your spell, or I will kill you." The Holy Light Spirit's voice remained entirely emotionless, as if it were a machine.
Everyone present had heard that the Holy Light Spirit of the Ancient Battlefield could use the formations left behind by nine God Kings, but over all these