The Queen Mother stared blankly at Qin Fen. You seem to know so many things I don't. Having descended early, she knew nothing about Haitian's ordeal or Kunpeng falling into demonic corruption and getting struck by lightning.
Kunpeng's heart sped up again. He was just about to retort and show off when Qin Fen said something that made even taking a piss feel painful.
"Wait, you didn't die. Didn't you go off to resell Wind Oil Essence?"
When you cursed someone, you didn't expose their sore spots; when you hit someone, you didn't strike their face. You fucking did both! Kunpeng felt miserable. The more Qin Fen provoked him, the greater his hatred grew, and the darker his face became. You've screwed me over more than once or twice, and you still have the nerve to make snide remarks.
Heaven knew Qin Fen was simply shocked. How had this fellow slipped into the Mortal Realm without anyone noticing? That truly was an enormous mystery.
The Heavenly Dao couldn't take it anymore. Wasn't it all because you kept fucking tossing Purple Firmament Divine Thunder around?
"Qin Fen, let's fight. He's no small fry. Handling him alone is a little difficult!" The Queen Mother's expression grew increasingly grave. His strength seemed to be rising without end. This couldn't be allowed to continue. She also found it strange: why was Kunpeng's power subject to so little suppression in the Mortal Realm?
Fight? Big Chef was at a loss. Fight, my ass! This isn't some ordinary brawl! Immortal methods-he had seen plenty on television, with spells and magical treasures flying everywhere. But Qin Fen realized that he had always relied on WeChat to cultivate an air of mystery. Fight directly? He had no experience whatsoever. And how exactly was he supposed to use that