Old Senior's Superior Skill. Long Qidao's words struck Qin Jiuge like a club, and he even felt an inexplicable urge to agree with him—he was just short of applauding. This old senior's words made so much sense that Qin Jiuge was left utterly speechless.
"Old sir, you win this round."
"Old Senior, your skills are superior. This time, I have lost."
Qin Jiuge cupped his hands. After saying this, he turned and left without looking back.
But Long Qidao was not about to be fooled by such a petty trick. With a cold sneer, he swung his spear and continued charging after him. "Young man, do not think such a small trick can let you muddle through. Now and today, you are destined to die here. Only then can the future of my Dragon Clan truly be safe and secure."
At this very moment, Qin Jiuge had clearly entered Long Qidao's must-kill list. Such a perfect opportunity was right before him; if he truly let Qin Jiuge go—
—it would be an immense humiliation for the entire Dragon Clan. And should the Dragon Clan one day be utterly destroyed because of this calamity—
—Long Qidao feared that he would not even be able to answer to himself.
Meanwhile, Qin Jiuge ran straight toward Lei Wuchang and Monk Danggui, the other two Supreme Realm experts of the Human Race.
He had actually wanted to head toward Chris.
But no matter how one put it, although Chris had joined his side through such shameless means, he was still one of his own now. Qin Jiuge might not usually be especially tender toward women, but one way or another, Chris was still his own. Why make things difficult for each other?
Thus, he could only slightly wrong these outsiders instead.
At this moment,