"Well? Elder Qin, do you still think I'm a frog at the bottom of a well? Do you still think your Primordial Divine Mountain is an existence no one can afford to offend?"
Having revealed his identity, Qin Wuyou watched the men gape in shock. He sneered and pressed them relentlessly. "Those Upper Realm geniuses you mentioned, Elder Qin—the ones stronger and more talented than me—were you referring to Qin Ming, the Divine Son of your Primordial Divine Mountain?"
Qin Ming, the Divine Son of the Primordial Divine Mountain!
He had once been renowned throughout the Upper Realm, setting countless records while still a youth.
Some had even hailed him as the greatest of his generation, far surpassing Qin Wuyou, the Qin Family's Imperial Scion.
But those claims had been utterly shattered three years ago.
Three years ago, before Qin Wuyou descended to the Lower Realm, Qin Ming had challenged him.
The result? Despite being an entire major realm below him, Qin Wuyou had severed one of Qin Ming's arms and beaten him so badly he pissed and shit himself!
From then on, no one had dared compare Qin Ming to him again.
The incident had spread throughout the Upper Realm. Among the great Emperor Clans and sects, practically everyone knew about it.
Now that Qin Wuyou deliberately mentioned Qin Ming, Elder Qin immediately recalled that incident. His eyes nearly popped out in shock!
It was also that incident that convinced him the youth before him really was the Qin Family's Imperial Scion, who had disappeared for three whole years!
Once he confirmed Qin Wuyou's identity, Elder Qin, a Great Saint expert, was so frightened that his body kept trembling.
What an identity the Qin Family's Imperial Scion possessed! What a position! How could a mere elder of the Primordial