"There are only those who bow to me, Qin Fan! There is nothing to which I, Qin Fan, will bow!"
This was the demeanor of a Heavenly Venerate. At the same time, it was an extreme arrogance embedded deep within his very bones.
But that was to be expected. On the Cangqiong Continent, this arrogance had dictated his actions for hundreds of years. Now, in this mundane world full of beings as insignificant as ants, what could possibly make him bow his head?
War or peace, it made no difference. The only condition was that no one crossed his bottom line. Otherwise, he wouldn't mind unleashing a bloody storm.
So, right now, Qin Fan's stance was simple. He didn't care what Beijing was thinking. As long as they didn't provoke him, they could do as they pleased. But the moment they did, if they showed no mercy, they could not blame him for being ruthless.
