Qin Jishi actually had the nerve to challenge Jiu Tou head-on?
Hmph!
To everyone present, this behavior was nothing but a joke.
And!
A joke of astronomical proportions.
Honestly!
If he had not relied on his speed advantage to evade—
Hmph!
What ability did he have to last this long?
To Jiu Tou, this alone was already an immense humiliation.
"What an arrogant brat. Has he lost himself in his own delusions?"
"If he dares to face Jiu Tou head-on, death will be his only outcome."
"Even if he does not die... he will be severely crippled. His cultivation might even be destroyed."
"..."
Jiu Tou did not merely represent himself; he also represented their Mystic Beast Race.
To put it bluntly, if Jiu Tou lost, the Mystic Beast Race's dignity would be utterly swept away.
That was right!
Utterly swept away!
Jiu Tou naturally understood this, and this time, he held nothing back.
Crack!
He clenched his fists tightly... producing a string of crackling sounds, while ripples of energy pulsed around his body.
"Brat, go die."
Though Jiu Tou appeared enraged, he had yet to use any mystic technique.
In his eyes, Qin Jishi had merely relied on his speed advantage to dodge. If Qin Jishi truly chose to confront him head-on, death would await him.
For someone newly entered into the Divine Lord Realm to cultivate their speed to such a degree was already nothing short of a miracle.
What?
Could his strength possibly surpass Jiu Tou's?
Hmph!
Impossible!
Not only would Jiu Tou never believe such a thing, even the Nine Nether Python did not believe it.
No sooner said than done—Jiu Tou moved.
Whoosh!
In the blink of an eye, he appeared before Qin Jishi.
Facing Jiu Tou's punch, packed with all his strength, Qin Jishi's