Jiang Changkong taught this Divine Court God King what it meant not to be presumptuous.
Lu Wuchuan lay sprawled in the air for a long while before getting to his feet, his expression livid.
He could not understand why Jiang Changkong dared lay a hand on him.
This fellow was merely a homeless cur chased by the Heavenly Court until he had nowhere left to run, fleeing to the Divine Court.
"Jiang Changkong, are you really going to offend the Divine Court as well?" Lu Wuchuan's face was icy.
Jiang Changkong unfurled the Book of Heaven, his left hand behind his back. "Leave your resources behind, and you may leave alive."
"You..."
"This King will only count to three."
"One..."
"Hmph."
With a cold snort, Lu Wuchuan tossed down his spatial equipment, turned, and left.
Jiang Changkong froze slightly. Wang Shanhe, the independent cultivator God King, was also stunned. He saw divine power gathering in Jiang Changkong's left hand.
Faced with Lu Wuchuan's decisive flight for his life, even this Judicial God King was left dumbfounded.
He had handed over his resources the moment they were demanded, utterly devoid of his earlier arrogance.
Seeing him flee, the other gods did not dare linger either, hurriedly turning into streams of light and departing.
"Forget it. If he ran, he ran." Jiang Changkong put away the resources, a trace of regret in his voice.
He had originally planned to skip two and count straight to three.
Yet this fellow did not play by the rules. He truly dropped his resources and ran.
"Thank you, God King Jiang, for saving us," Wang Shanhe said.
"No need." Jiang Changkong waved his hand and asked, "What is going on with you all?"
"We were exiled by the Divine Court and sent here to live..."
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