Qi Tianwei shot to his feet. Saint aura surged into the heavens, instantly reducing the pavilion roof to dust. Within the Grotto-Heaven, wind and clouds changed color.
The next moment, Qi Tianwei vanished into thin air. In the following instant, he appeared before the Celestial Race liaison over a dozen miles away.
"Speak! Who is the mastermind behind this?" Qi Tianwei demanded.
The Celestial Race liaison was a Dao Unification Realm venerable. Facing Qi Tianwei's Saint aura head-on, he could not withstand the pressure and spat out a mouthful of blood. "Pfft—"
Seeing this, Qi Tianwei withdrew his Saint aura.
The Celestial Race liaison barely caught his breath before raising his hand and swinging a slap at Qi Tianwei's face.
Qi Tianwei grabbed the Celestial Race liaison's arm and asked, "Who is the mastermind behind the evil calamity?"
Instead of answering, the Celestial Race liaison cursed furiously, "Let go! This is outrageous! So what if you're a Saint? Before the noble Celestial Race, you're still a dog! You dare hurt me?! I only need to say one word when I return, and the Qi Clan Ancient Clan—including you, you old dog—will be finished!!!"
Qi Tianwei calmed down. Thinking of the Celestial Race's terror and the fate of the Qi Clan Ancient Clan, he hurriedly released the Celestial Race liaison's arm.
After withdrawing his hand, the Celestial Race liaison suddenly swung another slap at Qi Tianwei's face.
Qi Tianwei naturally noticed it, but out of reverence for the Celestial Race, he neither caught the incoming slap nor dodged. He let the Celestial Race liaison slap his face, hoping to let him vent his anger.
Smack!
A loud slap rang out.
Seeing that Qi Tianwei not only dared not block but did not even dare dodge, the Celestial Race liaison's vicious nature