A provocation—a naked, blatant provocation.
The man holding the spear was expressionless, but inwardly, he was furious.
He had already revealed his identity. He was a god, yet this was the attitude they showed before a god?
They were threatening him?
"You little beast, how dare you? Do you believe that—" Before he could finish, Qin Luo raised his foot and stomped down hard.
Boom! The force behind it was exceptionally terrifying.
"I just said it. You weren't listening?"
The other party had thought Qin Luo was merely threatening him, but he had not expected Qin Luo to actually dare to stomp.
Xia Zhong wanted to curse his mother right now. He wanted to curse his allies.
That stomp was too terrifying. Xia Zhong could not block it—he simply could not. His head was crushed beneath that single stomp!
His head had exploded!
[Crushing the head of Child of Destiny Xia Zhong has inflicted indelible damage upon his psyche. He loses 2 million Fortune Points. The host gains 2 million Villain Points.]
Killed by one stomp? Impossible. Absolutely impossible.
At least, for the Xia Zhong before them, it was impossible. Unless his life force was completely extinguished and even his soul crushed to pieces, he could not truly be killed.
Xia Zhong was on the verge of tears. There was nothing he could do. If his head was gone, he could just grow another one. As long as he was still alive, that was enough.
He thought to himself, Now you can't stomp on my head anymore.
But in the next instant, Qin Luo stomped on his other head.
"Keep talking. Say one more word, and I'll stomp again!" Qin Luo gestured at him.
The other party was furious beyond measure. As a god's incarnation, he believed that