"You know... when I noticed the weakening of the lightning spirit, I was sure that it was only a matter of time before I finally got my hands on that damn sword..."
Xiao Zhenwang's voice changed, losing its dignity and calm, being seized by a deep anger.
"But then that fucking young master Shen showed up, I was sure that was the end of our dream, even my most talented son was incomparable to him...
I thought so, until I saw you, with talent and power even superior to those arrogant bastards from the main land and without any backing..."
"I really, really thought our dream was safe..." Zhenwang brought his hands to the golden hilt of the sword he carried at his waist.
He didn't even try to hide his murderous intent. His golden core realm aura exploded from his body, covering him in powerful thunder.
Qingyi took a step back, his knees almost bending, but he resisted.
That bastard was at least at the second stage of the Gold Core Realm.
