"Kid, you've gone too far!"
The one dragged out was a burly man.
His body was covered in tattoos, his muscles bulging, his face vicious.
He ignored the flesh and blood on his arms, ignored his shattered hands, and glared fiercely at Chu Qing. "Make me kneel?"
"From childhood until now, I have never knelt!"
"How dare you make me kneel?"
Chu Qing did not respond. Instead, he turned to look at Second Generation Bi Luo behind him. "Look, I blew up so many continents, smashed a War Platform, and released so many ancient prisoners."
"Yet no one recognizes me."
"They still dare to strut before me!"
"That proves my fame has not spread far enough."
"And you are no different."
At that moment, Second Generation Bi Luo said solemnly, "Chu Qing, let me handle him."
The moment she spoke, Chu Qing's name began striking the man.
The man grunted, his expression turning astonished.
"I was wondering who dared to be so arrogant. So it was you!"
The next instant, his arms exploded on their own, flesh and blood turning into sharp swords that twisted toward Chu Qing in a murderous storm.
Meanwhile, he himself withdrew, moving at a thousand times the speed of sound from his very first step as he tried to flee.
He knew Chu Qing's name, had heard of Chu Qing's deeds, and even knew how to deal with the strikes brought by Chu Qing's name.
Therefore:
When facing Chu Qing, he tried his best not to harbor killing intent.
Without killing intent, how could he fight a formidable foe like Chu Qing?
Therefore;
He had turned and run without the slightest hesitation.
"Today, he humiliated me. Once I find my ancestor and have him suppress Chu Qing—"
"Then... I will repay him for every bit