"I'm that altar's guardian! I am also its priest, you have blasphemed our sacred altar! I will use your blood, your heart, your soul and offer it to the Devil God." Although that man's voice was stiff, it sounded very excited, when he spoke of Devil God, his high-pitched voice was full of respect and humility, completely in conflict with his earlier emotionless speech.
Seeing this, Chen Xiang was somewhat surprised. He sneered and said, "I'd like to see if you even have the ability to stop me."
Just as Chen Xiang finished speaking, he saw a red light flash towards him. In that split second, he fiercely leaned his head to the side, just to see a small amount of his hair drifting away in the cold bitter wind. At that very moment, the long bone spear with many spirit patterns was resting on the side of his sheek. Feeling the Cold Qi gushing out from the bone spear, a chill ran through Chen Xiang's back.