Lightning flashed in the sky. Purple clouds rolled which resembled the complexion of the angry deity. It was extremely horrifying.
Ding Hao was also angry.
With a slamming sound, Ding Hao took out the rusted sword and channeled his torrential Qi. He pointed to the sky and said, "I have a clear conscience. Why would I plead guilty? If you are a deity, how come you confuse right and wrong? You are not qualified for people to worship you. If you want me to plead guilty, you should first ask the rusted sword in my hand!"
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"Asking the rusted sword in your hand? That is a good one."
A clear reproach which was like a Buddhist's shout suddenly rang in Ding Hao's ears.
Ding Hao was shocked, and the scroll before him suddenly broke.
When seeing again, He found that the deity in purp
