Facing Mad Child's indignation, Qin Jun snorted disdainfully.
"I just love that look on your face when you want to hit me but can't!"
Qin Jun sneered contemptuously. He was quite curious about Mad Child's origins.
Such a tiny body actually possessed the power to contend with a Manifest Sage.
Could his bloodline be extraordinarily powerful?
Mad Child trembled with rage at Qin Jun's words. He desperately wanted to rush forward, but Patriarch Bodhi's oppressive presence was simply too overwhelming.
Though he had not used his full strength in that punch earlier, Patriarch Bodhi had injured him with a casual palm strike. It had thoroughly intimidated him.
Since his reemergence into the world, Patriarch Bodhi was the second person to make him feel utterly outmatched.
"Hmph, I'm not fighting anymore!"
Mad Child unclenched his fists, stamped his foot, and huffed, looking as though he were throwing a tantrum.
Qin Jun's mouth twitched. You said you were done fighting, so that was it?
Yet seeing him like this, Qin Jun truly could not bring himself to be ruthless. He said irritably, "Canghua isn't here. Go home and play!"
Mad Child's eyes rolled about at those words. Pouting, he smiled and said, "I just want to play here. What can you do about it?"
Qin Jun frowned. Could this brat have set his sights on the demonic fetus?
Patriarch Bodhi had guessed the same possibility and immediately shouted, "If you refuse to leave, I'll make both your body and soul perish!"
His eyes blazed as a terrifying pressure bore down on Mad Child.
None of the living beings in the Immortal City below felt it. Only Mad Child felt as if he were a lone boat amid raging winds and monstrous waves, swaying helplessly.
At that moment, he caught the scent of