Qi Lin's gaze lingered on the black-clad Soul Sage for a moment before he smiled faintly. "I don't particularly like people looking down on me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the black-clad Soul Sage initially paid it no mind and even sneered inwardly.
Who did you think you were? You didn't like people looking down on you?
I'll look down on you if I want. What could you do about it?
The thought had barely surfaced in his mind when, the next second, a terrifying pressure suddenly descended upon the black-clad Soul Sage.
Bang!
The black-clad man immediately cried out miserably and, without warning or any chance to resist, violently plummeted from the air, dropping to his knees in Qi Lin's direction.
The abrupt change instantly filled the black-clad Soul Sage with terror.
"What's going on?"
The black-clad Soul Sage warily swept his gaze around, his expression tense.
They said this kid was close to Poison Douluo. Could Poison Douluo be secretly protecting him?
At that thought, beads of sweat the size of soybeans immediately appeared on the black-clad Soul Sage's forehead.
Qi Lin, however, showed a flicker of surprise in his eyes.
A dignified Soul Sage was this weak?
He couldn't even withstand my Soul Power pressure?
Forget it. They were only here to help me loosen up anyway, so there was no need to expect too much.
Still, I should first find out who sent this lucky fellow. I couldn't let someone go through all that trouble for nothing. Later, I'd have Sister Na take me over to give them some warmth as well.
It was most likely the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, but Qi Lin decided to ask first, lest he seek out the wrong people later.
With that thought, a glint flashed through Qi