Who had provoked that pack of battle-crazed maniacs?
Boom—
The plaque above the temple was shattered by an attack.
"Fuck!"
A foot came down on the plaque's fragments and ground them hard beneath its heel.
"Hand the person over!"
A blood-covered cultist lay sprawled on the ground, shaking his head desperately. "I... We already handed her over to the people above. I really don't know where she went."
The newcomer kicked him, sending him flying more than ten meters away.
"Pfft... Cough, cough!" He spat out a mouthful of blood. "My lord, I truly don't know! Please spare me! Besides, being taken away meant she was going to become someone important. I never harmed her!"
A flash of fury passed through Zhang Butong's eyes.
He raised his hand.
The man's breath abruptly stopped.
Hearing the commotion, the temple's cultists and godblessed emerged from inside.
Every cultist wore a look of terror.
The godblessed, however, glared at Zhang Butong with blazing rage.
"Whose godblessed are you? How dare you cause trouble in the War God Temple? Are you trying to start a war between gods?"
Zhang Butong's face was full of irritation. He had not wanted to make such a huge scene, but he had smashed several temples in succession, working his way up from the lowest-ranking temples to this one, yet he still had not found that person.
"This is really pissing me off."
Zhang Butong's black pupils gradually deepened.
A streak of blood flowed from his eye sockets, as though something within was writhing.
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
Suddenly, his eyes seemed to burst open, spewing torrents of blood. The sheer volume was immense, far exceeding the amount of blood a human body should have contained.
The cultists stared in utter horror. Some were so frightened their legs went weak.