"In my hands!"
Qin Tiangong wore blood-red robes, mysterious patterns glowing across his body with brilliant golden radiance, like a glittering river of stars. Facing Xiao Chen, he remained indifferent and unhurried, his hands clasped behind his back, like a divine son descending into the Mortal World.
Seeing Xiao Chen's extraordinary strength earlier had indeed stirred worry in Qin Tiangong's heart, but his own formidable power and fearsome background had instantly calmed him. The lake of his heart lay tranquil, without a ripple.
Slaying the Golden Mantis King was indeed remarkable, but not enough to frighten him!
He came from a Supreme Dynasty and had an illustrious background.
Even across the entire Azure Spirit Domain, few dynasties were worthy of his notice.
Fierce though Xiao Chen was, he came from Great Xia, after all.
He refused to believe Xiao Chen would dare attack once he revealed his identity.
"Hand them over!"
Xiao Chen's voice was icy. He stood amid the clouds, bathed in heavenly winds, his black hair flying. Anger burned in his eyes. He had no quarrel with the Qiankun Dynasty, yet they had repeatedly sought trouble with him, intent on killing him. They had pushed him far too far!
"You killed my nephew, and you still dare demand people from me? Do you think the Qiankun Dynasty is yours to bully?"
Qin Tiangong's voice suddenly turned cold. Crimson radiance surged around him, as though he stood amid waves of blood. His voice exploded across the heavens like thunder, carrying astonishing might.
"Killed your nephew?" Xiao Chen frowned. When had he ever killed a child of the Qin Family?
"I'm Qin Chuan's uncle!"
Xiao Chen paused, then understood. In vast Ancient Clans, some people were young yet belonged to astonishingly senior generations. Qin Tiangong was presumably one of those