Hui Zhen's face still carried a faint compassionate smile: "Mr. Qin, your words are incorrect; this Thunder Stone indeed shares a destiny with our Jialan Temple."
"Stop all the damn chatter. If you want it, come and take it by force. Why so many shameless excuses?" Qin Hao felt a bit disgusted.
Originally, at Du Qinghao's banquet, Qin Hao had a good impression of him, but unexpectedly, he turned out to be such a shameless person.
Hui Zhen's face slightly darkened: "Then, Mr. Qin, don't blame me for being impolite."
As he finished speaking, his figure flickered, rushing towards Qin Hao, sending out a series of palm strikes aimed at him.
The altar was instantly enveloped in the light of the Buddha, as massive palm imprints struck toward Qin Hao.
"First Glimpse of Buddha Light"
Hui Zhen shouted coldly, his expression sacred and inviolable.
