"Hmm?!"
The Northern Emperor Wang Teng's pupils slightly contracted, then he quickly retreated, distancing himself from Qin Chuan.
He looked at Qin Chuan gravely and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you? Are you here to interfere in the grievance between me and the Red Ming Palace Master?"
Qin Chuan said with a faint smile:
"That's an interesting way to put it. You want to kill my son, so when did it become a grievance between you and the Red Ming Palace Master? Shouldn't it be a grievance between you and me?"
What?!
These words were like a thunderbolt on a clear day.
Everyone looked at Qin Zi in disbelief, many gasping, while more were gritting their teeth.
Angry, trembling, and cold!
No wonder! No wonder this person dares to be so arrogant, so reckless; turns out he's the son of the Martial Emperor!
At this moment, the Northern Emperor Wang Teng's mood became heavy.
