Qin Tian said quietly, "Don't use your shallow imagination to define my combat strength!"
Qin Tian had slain Kings, but few knew about it. Even his slaying of a King at Zixia Holy Land had gone unknown.
Everyone in the Purple Mansion Holy Land had been placed under a "gag order," and no news had leaked out.
Thus, in the Dark Night Lord's eyes, Qin Tian was merely a Saint Lord-level being.
Flames flickered in Qin Tian's eyes. "A Great Accomplished King standing at the very peak!"
"Worth killing!"
Qin Tian's expression changed. He truly seemed like a deity descending, looking down upon the land and all living beings, walking through the mortal world without a single worthy opponent.
Qin Tian raised a hand. With a faint hum, his strike seemed to carry little force, yet it instantly pressed the void into collapse.
Seeing Qin Tian take the initiative to provoke him, the Dark Night Lord blazed with fury and barked, "A mere Saint Lord dares take the initiative against a Great Accomplished King?"
"Heh, the Little Heavenly Venerable is going to fall," someone gloated, though more people breathed sighs of relief.
When Qin Tian held back, nothing happened, but once he acted, he overturned heaven and earth and abruptly changed the situation, using unknown means to turn their Extreme Dao Emperor Weapons into weapons in his own hands.
The certain-death trap had become a fair three-on-three confrontation, while the opposing side still had an Immortal Artifact poised to strike, with no one able to hold it in check. No matter how they looked at it, they could not win.
As long as Qin Tian wished, he could leave at any moment. If he were ruthless enough, he might even stage a splendid reversal and slaughter everyone who had come