"A mere pseudo-giant dares to kill my son. Who gave you the courage?"
Qin Chuan stood with his hands behind his back, looking disdainfully at the enormous phoenix spanning the starry sky, and spoke coldly.
"Are you Qin Chuan?"
A hint of surprise flashed in the phoenix's eyes, but then its pupils turned cold again, and it spoke domineeringly: "So what if you are here? Your son killed the Young Master of the Phoenix Race, and today he must pay with his life!"
"To kill him, you still can't do it."
Qin Chuan said indifferently.
There was no aura about him, yet he seemed like an immortal mountain, giving off an insurmountable feeling.
"Then let's try!"
The phoenix snorted coldly, its wings trembled fiercely, and terrifying power swept out like a tsunami. Instantly, the entire starry sky began to revolve around it, just like Van Gogh's starry night painting!
"Boom!"
