The Seven-colored Dragon Fish Race expert was somewhat stunned when he heard him say that.
The Blood Race Great Emperor's words sounded like he was backing him up, telling him to give him a little face.
Why had this kid refused the Blood Race Great Emperor's goodwill the moment he opened his mouth?
No matter how one looked at it, that should not have happened, should it?
And what kind of existence was the Blood Race Great Emperor?
Even when facing the Ghost Emperor of the Ghost Corpse Race, he would surely fly into a rage the moment he felt displeased.
Who would care what status you had?
Even if he only wanted to discuss the matter at hand, it seemed he was giving the Blood Race Great Emperor far too little face.
He subconsciously looked toward the Blood Race Great Emperor.
A scene that nearly left him scattered to the four winds appeared before his eyes.
The Blood Race Great Emperor, who would have flown into a rage at once if even human, dragon, or Phoenix Race experts dared speak in such a tone—
actually acted as though nothing had happened.
It was as though everything Qin Shaofeng had said was only natural.
That tone and attitude were also the most natural things in the world.
What the hell was going on?
Heavens above, earth below?
Since when had the Blood Race Great Emperor, whose temperament had always been savage, changed his nature?
While the Seven-colored Dragon Fish Race expert was still mulling it over nonstop,
the strongest experts of the other factions had already turned their astonished gazes toward Qin Shaofeng.
To them, Qin Shaofeng was merely a junior.
When they had sent someone to invite him here this time, even those who had seen his performance four