Whoosh!
Qin Zi's steps suddenly halted, a bit at a loss.
Meanwhile, the dust in the sky slowly dispersed, revealing a splendid palace, its brilliance blinding.
The white-haired youth still hovered there, an imposing aura spreading, like a deity seated within an Immortal Palace, unshakeable.
"Oh? Is this all you've got? Is this the capital for your arrogance in front of me?"
The white-haired youth looked down at Qin Chuan, mocking him with a sneer, "Some people's hearts are higher than the sky, yet they lack the strength to match it, ending up living like a joke."
"Now, let me put an end to this joke!"
He raised his right hand, preparing to point once more, confident that with another gentle point, this ant would have no burial place.
"Stop!!"
However, a furious roar sounded.
It was precisely Qin Zi.
Qin Zi raised his head, fearlessly staring at the white-haired youth, his voice as cold as ice.
