As his words fell, Qing Chen swept his sleeve, gathering up Yan Duxing's mutilated body hanging from the halberd, the treasures scattered around, and all five now-masterless White Bone Demon Mara Banners, then turned to leave.
Yet his face showed little joy at his gains.
The thought that the man had actually dared to trouble him left him somewhat irritable.
He had endured those old things watching him in the Divine Capital; when Qiu Qiansha tried to play games with him over the Primordial Spirit Fruit, he had played along too. Now, after finally entering the Reincarnation Dead Sea and deciding, for once in his life, to travel in peace, someone had actually taken him for a soft persimmon to squeeze again?
And every other word out of his mouth had been "young man."
"Does this commander-in-chief look that easy to bully?"
Qing Chen glanced down at the Hunt Token in his hand. His gaze settled on a slowly moving red dot ahead, and his lips gradually tightened into a wicked grin.
He had changed his mind. It was on his way anyway.
The first to suffer was a nascent soul early stage cultivator hiding inside a split meteor mountain.
This man also cultivated a stellar art. He had excavated a stone chamber at the bottom of the mountain's interior and used the meteor's own magnetic baleful intent to lay a presence-concealing magic formation. A sweep of divine sense from outside would find nothing but chaotic stellar power throughout the mountain, without a trace of a living person's presence.
Yet that speck of red light never disappeared from the Hunt Token in Qing Chen's hand.
Although being deep inside the rock greatly weakened the Hunt Token's detection, the man had not been cautious enough. The cave abode he had