If this had happened before, Luo Qian would have crushed the two of them like cockroaches. But in that instant, Qi Ren suddenly struck him as ridiculous. From the beginning, Qi Ren had been destined to lose this fight, yet he had remained oblivious. When defeat finally came, he had lost control and said those things to Luo Qian. How could an opponent so utterly rattled stir even a shred of desire for revenge?
For people who thought themselves above everyone else, death was not the worst ending. Letting the taste of failure gnaw at their hearts, bit by bit, over and over for the rest of their lives, while denying them any chance at revenge—that was a terrible punishment. As for the saying that a snake left alive would surely turn and bite, that was the talk of cowards who feared snakes. It was the logic of the weak, to whom a snake was a threat. But to a strong creature like an eagle, was a snake a threat? Luo Qian was not afraid. Even if Qi Ren rose again from the ashes, he had no hope of threatening him. Besides, could Qi Ren really rise again?
Luo Qian could not be bothered with him anymore, but that did not mean others would leave him alone. Luo Qian knew perfectly well that the people in the Immortal Realm waiting to curry favor with him were no fewer than the soldiers of Heavenly River Camp. Even if he spared the two of them, someone else would naturally dispose of those "potential threats" for him.
The affair had been dangerous, but it had also removed a weight from his mind. After this, if anyone tried to make an issue of Luo Qian's past as a criminal from the Lower Realm, the