In the blink of an eye, the strong Qin Lingtian and his son, Qin Batian, had already been decapitated, while Liu Chuan, the Island Master of Qing Island, lay paralyzed on the ground, yellowish-white fluid seeping between his thighs.
Even a Soul Martial Artist of the Awakening Realm had been so frightened by Lin Qian that he lost control of both bladder and bowels, a fact both laughable and lamentable.
Though this spectacle surely related to Lin Qian's imperial authority and majesty, it also indicated that Liu Chuan was nothing more than a craven soul.
"Spare me, my lord!" Liu Chuan hurriedly ran to Lin Qian's feet, gripped his thighs, and cried out for mercy, completely abandoning all dignity.
Liu Chuan was naturally a large and muscular man, his bare chest embroidered with a fierce beast and a terrifying scar across his bald head.
Yet, this towering, bald, scarred man was now wailing like a child, clinging to Lin Qian's legs—an unexpected sight for Lin Qian.
Bang!
