"Shut up!"

Malamed ignored the Patriarch in Black, he just said two words coldly.

Then his right hand waved his fingers gently, and the people who were imprisoned in front of the golden gate of the Temple of Solomon were thrown into the Temple of Solomon.

After dealing with the rest of the people, Malamed's eyes returned to the people of Jiuzhou again.

"Friends from Kyushu, please leave."

Hu Ziming frowned and said:

"Sorry, the Lord of the Holy City is invited to us, and only He can decide whether we will leave."

"And we cannot guarantee that the Temple of Solomon is safe in your hands now."

Suddenly there was a silence in the air.

"you!"

"dark!"

Malamed frowned as he looked at the "old man".

"Dead old man" raised his eyebrows, revealing a cunning expression.

"What do you think? You may be worse than me if you die!"

"Dead old man" looked at Malamud coldly.

What's wrong?

He died when he died, and he didn't mess with anyone.

"As for you, there is no such thing behind you, I will give you two hands."

"I'm old and dead" I think very clearly, now it's two to two.

The two holy objects in their hands are in a stalemate with the two holy objects of Solomon.

In addition, the treasures in these two holy cities are obviously not on the same front, so he has no need to coward anyone.
Chapter completed!