Qin Luo's actions completely exceeded everyone's expectations.
Before so many God Kings, he was merely a tiny True God.
"A Lower Realm ant who doesn't know the height of heaven or depth of earth." Zhang Jingling sneered. No matter what Song Chen had just said, Qin Luo was doomed now.
Never mind that Qin Luo came from the Lower Realm—even if he were from the Upper Realm, even if he belonged to Asura Hall, Asura Hall would not be able to save him today.
Turning around, he lifted Yan Xi's chin with one hand. "Yan Xi, don't forget what you promised me."
"Today, you are mine."
The fire raging through his body had nowhere to vent, and Yan Xi was the best outlet.
Yan Xi shot Zhang Jingling a sidelong glance and said coldly, "Qin Luo isn't dead yet. We'll talk after he dies."
She vaguely sensed that something was wrong. This situation had happened before.
It was when Zhao Cang died. This fellow called Qin Luo had faced condemnation and denunciation from countless factions.
In the end, the Four Great Families, led by Zhao Cang and the others, had been completely wiped out.
"But this is the Divine Realm. Qin Luo, even if you possess towering abilities, it will be hard for you to turn the heavens upside down here."
"I never expected you to survive the Ancient God Battlefield. Now that you've reached the Divine Realm, even with wings, you cannot escape."
In another direction, An Ruoxi looked at Qin Luo and frowned slightly. "This man is actually this arrogant. Does he still have something to rely on?"
She did not believe Qin Luo had gone mad.
She felt that Qin Luo must have some purpose.
"If it had been the me from back then, faced with this