The white robe he wore was stained with blood, and a violent emotion surged in his heart. But he knew that at such a moment, meaningless words were futile and would only provoke the opponent into taking more vicious action.
His expression was indifferent, with no hint of emotion, nor the slightest outward psychic fluctuation. But in his heart, he had already marked the young man before him on his death list.
He was from the direct lineage of the Helian Family, a top-tier Immortal Seed of the Immortal Control Sect. Who dared to humiliate him in this manner? He needed to wash away today's shame with the blood of his opponent.
Qin Ming was pondering: if it weren't him but a common person standing here, what kind of dark experience would they be going through today?
Undoubtedly, everything Helian ZhaoYu said would come true. He had that kind of power and means; he was not just making empty threats.
