"You...!"
Smith's eyes were bloodshot as he looked at the "Jesus' Palm" worn by the Celestial Dao Demon Venerable, his blood surging to his face.
His body just swayed slightly.
Wu Zhao snorted coldly, "What, are you planning to start a war?"
"Damn! This is the Holy Object of our Church!"
Smith stood up abruptly, and simultaneously, Watty, also a Tier Nine of the Church, stood up.
In an instant, Yan Motong, Gao Ya, and Wu Zhao blocked in front of Shen Fei, their eyes cold.
In a flash.
The entire conference room was filled with tension, as if swords were drawn. Dugu Hongchen and Fang Lingyun exchanged a glance, squinting their eyes slightly.
They also stepped forward to stand in front of Shen Fei, facing off against Smith.
"Everyone, calm down, calm down."
At this moment, three people walked into the conference room with strides like dragons and tigers, the leading person speaking.
"General Steve, it's not us who are not calm right now."
Gao Ya said calmly.
