"The ancient scriptures are recorded in such a way, as to whether they are true or false, I do not know," Dongfang Jian shrugged.
"They are false!"
"They are true!"
Both voices rose at the same time.
The first voice was Tang Shitian's; the second was Xiong Batian's.
"Hmph!"
Tang Shitian glared fiercely at Xiong Batian, "Do not spout nonsense here!"
"Spouting nonsense?" Xiong Batian sneered, "Tang Shitian, are you particularly afraid right now? Are you feeling particularly guilty?"
"I am not..."
"Not yet? Your face is pale as paper, your arms are trembling slightly; these are clearly signs of guilt."
"You..."
"What about me? Am I not correct?"
"You're not!"
"Enough with the excuses, even if you talk until the end of time, I will not believe you." With that, Xiong Batian turned his head to Dongfang Jian, "Go on, kill Tang Shitian and take the Golden Elixir from his body for cultivation."
"Alright." Dongfang Jian stepped toward Tang Shitian.