Qin Jiuge did not even glance at it. He merely gave a cold laugh, lifted his right hand slightly, and the other party's attack was erased into nothing in an instant.
Qin Jiuge stepped forward. One moment he was still where he had been; the next, as naturally as breathing, he appeared right in front of the man.
Qin Jiuge looked at him, faint streaks of coldness sliding through his gaze.
"Tell me, who dies today—you or me?
"Or perhaps that Beast God beside you?
"This so-called Beast God is nothing more than some insignificant little evil god in my eyes.
"You still want to put on airs and strike this grand pose in front of me? Do you really think you're qualified?
"So today, let us see together whether this Beast God of yours is stronger, or whether I am."
Qin Jiuge clenched his right hand, and the vast demonic qi all around seemed to gather entirely into his palm at that instant.
A blood-colored claw visible to the naked eye shot out with the speed of a thunderbolt that left no time to cover one's ears, viciously attacking the golden temple where the Beast God's statue stood.
Its speed was so fast that it simply left no one able to react.
Even when the Red-Robed High Priest slammed his own body into its path, there came only a bang, and the Red-Robed High Priest was completely blasted to pieces.
From beginning to end, he had never been Qin Jiuge's match at all.
Beside the Beast God's statue, the others watched the Red-Robed High Priest die one by one.
Every single one of them was struck dumb on the spot.
"The High Priest is dead. Hurry and notify Lord Beast God."
"Once the Red-Robed High Priest is dead, Lord