"Are you Qin Tianyi?" Qiu Yue, whose body had transformed into one ten-thousand zhang tall, a galaxy hanging behind his back, looked down at Qin Tianyi as if he were gazing at an ant.
"That would be this old man." Qin Tianyi smiled.
"Hand over Emperor Jiuyun's Godhead, and I'll spare your life." Qiu Yue's voice rolled into Qin Tianyi's ears like thunder from the Ninth Heaven.
"I haven't made a move in a long time..." Qin Tianyi sighed helplessly, then said to Qiu Yue, "Young fellow, didn't anyone ever tell you to respect your elders and cherish the young?"
"Young fellow?" Qiu Yue was clearly amused by Qin Tianyi's words. "How could the years I've spent cultivating be measured by the eyes of someone from the lower realm like you?"
Then Qiu Yue's tone suddenly shifted, his face darkening as he continued, "Since you're courting death, don't blame me for showing no mercy."
As his voice fell, Qiu Yue's palm seemed to transform into a mountain, covering Qin Tianyi and even the entire Dao Tian Holy Palace.
Yet facing that giant palm blotting out the sky and sun, which was about to descend, Qin Tianyi showed not the slightest trace of panic. In fact, the corners of his mouth even curled faintly upward.
"The Abyssal God Hall sure does act arrogantly."
But just as Qin Tianyi was about to make his move, a young man's voice suddenly rang across the entire scene.
"Hmm, Zhōujūn?" Qin Tianyi was slightly surprised when he heard that young voice.
As Qin Tianyi's words fell, Li Zhōujūn, dressed in green robes, walked into everyone's view.
The reason Li Zhōujūn could recognize Qiu Yue's group as people from the Abyssal God Hall was simple.
Qiu Yue's subordinates practically wished they could hoist the Abyssal God