"Qin Qi is back!"
Ning Fengzhi looked at the appearing Qin Qi, his face filled with surprise.
He had not expected Qin Qi to truly risk everything to rush back!
No, the danger should have already disappeared by now.
Ning Fengzhi looked at the heads on the arena platform and understood what had happened after a moment.
Most likely, Huyan Zhen had ambushed Qin Qi, but Qin Qi had simply been too powerful.
Huyan Zhen had tried to steal a chicken only to lose the rice he used as bait. Not only had he died, but his sect had nearly been wiped out as well!
"So he came back. Did he have to make such a grand entrance?"
"The entire Spirit City is practically covered by the snow he brought."
"He even recited poetry on his way back. As expected of Old Sword's disciple."
"It's hard to say whether he learned anything else, but he certainly learned the essence of showing off."
Bone Douluo watched Qin Qi approach, a trace of displeasure in his eyes.
Why had that old bastard Sword Douluo ended up finding such an outstanding disciple?
Why did he still not have anyone to inherit his legacy?
No, forget it. I'm eating lemons!
Upon the Pope's throne.
"He... he actually came."
Bibi Dong looked at Qin Qi with a complicated expression, memories of the past surfacing in her mind.
Those had been the most relaxed years of her life, and also the moments she cherished most.
Her time with Qin Qi might even have been happier than when she had been with Yu Xiaogang.
'Even if I faced an incomparably powerful enemy, I wouldn't be afraid.'
'At worst, I'd die. I'd rather die than ever cower!'
"Men bleed and sweat, but never tears. They may lose