"I don't think the seniors are here to congratulate me, right?" Qingyi let out a bitter smile, his hand resting on the handle of the heaven-defying thunder sword.
His eyes swept over the faces of each of the transcendents before settling on Heidu, who shuddered.
In all honesty, he had hardly thought about that fattie after that mission.
He was too busy with his women to waste his attention on some cockroach.
Now he regretted it. Not because it had caused him problems, but because he would probably have to kill people he didn't want to have to kill.
"Don't play innocent, you treacherous brat!" Yanxiao roared, his feline face taken by fury.
"I knew you were with that damned immortal! What else would explain your absurd talent? Hand over your head and tell me where she is now and I promise a quick death!"
He only didn't advance on Qingyi's throat right there because the tigress next to him stopped him.
