Once the dust settled, the Divine Temple Gate, protected by laws, still stood firm.
Only the enormous gate pillars had begun to show signs of cracking apart.
If Yue Yang struck it a few more times, this Divine Temple Gate, which had stood for tens of thousands of years, would likely become history.
Having smashed a small corner off the Divine Temple Gate, Old Long Hatred had been driven deep into the Divine Temple's stone steps. He painfully crawled out of the stone pit, rubbing his aching lower back as he groaned, "If I weren't Divine Rank, with divine power protecting my body, you, Third Young Master of the Yue Family, would have beaten me to death with that sneak attack today! My old bones are fine, but it really hurts!"
"So prisoners can't be executed in this prison?" Yue Yang had tested it out. Those imprisoned here could be tortured, beaten, cursed at, but not forcibly killed. At least before Bright Mountain was fully taken over and restored as a divine prison, no one could transcend the ancient laws and execute any Divine Rank prisoner.
"Forget ancient laws. Even without them, with that tiny scrap of divine power in your body, you could never kill me!" Old Long Hatred sneered.
He lightly planted the cane in his hand.
Countless rays of incomparably brilliant divine light burst forth from his body.
A vast divine power, deeply hidden within him, was instantly unsealed. Its accumulation of tens of thousands of years erupted like a volcano.
Under the effect of Old Long Hatred's unique divine spark, countless rays of divine light merged with divine power and formed an extraordinarily peculiar "divine ring." Crimson gold in color and almost solid in form, it encircled every part of his body—his forehead, neck, arms, wrists,