Qin Feng held a long spear in his hand, clad in silver armor, his whole body bathed in streaks of thunder.
His features were regular and handsome, and between his brows and eyes there was naturally a faint hint of divine nobility.
At this moment, he stood tall upon the eaves, silver spear in hand, looking down from above. Like an envoy of god, he was gazing down at Qin Jiuge, utterly merciless.
When the other commoners in the city saw this, every one of them burst into loud cheers.
"It's Lord Qin. Lord Qin has finally arrived. Now and today, we must drive this God-Defier out at once. Otherwise, in our Yanming City, how could we possibly have peaceful days?"
"This man before us.
He is no good person."
"Hahahaha."
After hearing these words, Qin Feng threw his head back and laughed on the spot.
His scornful gaze once again fixed straight on Qin Jiuge. "Do you see that?
You God-Defier. In this Yanming City, no one will be bewitched by you. Your bewitchment is useless in the end. If you understand what matters now, then you should obediently accept death."
Qin Feng pointed the tip of his spear straight at Qin Jiuge.
That bearing of "above the heavens and beneath the earth, I alone am supreme," with domineering arrogance leaking out from every side, was truly impressive to an extreme.
At the very least, Qin Jiuge was watching with his eyes wide and mouth agape. The other man clearly had not even made a move yet, but it seemed his words were already so many it was outrageous.
Qin Jiuge gave him an annoyed glance, then continued, "This brother here, you wouldn't be thinking of defeating me with your mouth, would you?
That really is unfortunate. Your mouth