Qin Luo had been admiring the fusion of the two realms, filled with boundless emotion, when someone suddenly appeared and declared that he wanted to become the master of the Divine Ruins.
How could Qin Luo not be angry?
Was every Tom, Dick, and Harry daring to come and challenge his claim now?
Of course, aside from Qin Zhan, there were others who entered the Divine Ruins as well, driven by the belief that the greater the risk, the greater the reward.
But most of them were not as fortunate as Qin Zhan. Many had fallen within the chaotic spaces of the Divine Ruins.
To a certain extent, Qin Zhan's Fortune seemed to be rather good this time?
Qin Zhan turned to look at Qin Luo. Sensing the aura emanating from him, disdain flashed through his eyes.
A mere Heavenly God Realm cultivator—before him, he was no different from an ant.
Qin Luo looked at Qin Zhan as though he were looking at an ant as well. A mere peak God King Realm cultivator—in his Divine Ruins, he was as insignificant as an ant.
Outside the Divine Ruins? Still not worth looking at!
He now possessed a fortune of one billion. Even if he encountered a Sovereign Realm cultivator in the Divine Realm, he would dare to clash with one.
God King Realm cultivators—whether early-stage, mid-stage, late-stage, or peak—were all beneath his notice.
"Still, why does this kid look somewhat familiar?" Qin Zhan felt as if he had seen Qin Luo somewhere before.
But for the moment, he could not remember where he had seen him.
Still, it did not matter. Qin Luo had dared to spout such nonsense in front of him; he had already earned himself a death sentence.
"Humph!" Qin Zhan snorted coldly. "A mere Heavenly God