Upon hearing Old Sun's loud shout, Saint Lord Tianqi was infuriated inside.
"This damn ant, what are you shouting for?"
The power within him surged to its peak, wishing he could grow eight legs to flee.
Yet, no matter how Saint Lord Tianqi tried to escape, it seemed impossible to elude Xu Zimei's grasp.
The Tyrant Shadow in Xu Zimei's hand, with its Blade Qi in the void, blocked Saint Lord Tianqi's path like a heavenly curtain.
Seeing his way blocked, Saint Lord Tianqi's face turned grim.
Turning around, he said indifferently, "Demon Lord, what do you want?"
"Don't you think asking such a question makes you seem foolish?" Xu Zimei laughed.
Saint Lord Tianqi's face grew even more sullen.
He was neither able to advance nor retreat.
After a moment, he replied, "You've already obtained what you needed, what more do you want?"
Xu Zimei didn't even want to comment on the stupidity of Saint Lord Tianqi.
