Chapter 484: Who Wants It?

At that moment, Harta stood like an ancient deity or demon, using the manifestations of his spiritual palace to withstand the punishing lightning. Under the blinding flashes that would terrify even a saint king, he remained unfazed. He descended from mid-air, landing a foot on the chest of a first-level saint king of the Dao Sect, looking down at him with disdain. "I fear no one, even if the whole world turns against me. Why should I worry whether the cultivation world can tolerate me?" Harta proclaimed....