There are only people who bow their heads to me, Qin Fan! There is nothing that will make me, Qin Fan, bow my head!
This was the aura of a Heavenly Venerate, an extreme arrogance ingrained to the bone.
This was to be expected. Back in the Cangqiong Continent, this arrogance had defined his actions for centuries. Now, in a mortal world filled with beings as insignificant as ants, who could possibly make him bow his head?
War or peace, it made no difference. The only prerequisite was that no one cross his bottom line. Otherwise, he wouldn't mind unleashing a storm of blood and carnage. As a being with his sights set on becoming an Ascension Immortal, the lives of these mortals were inconsequential to him. If need be, he could simply wipe them all out. What was the big deal?
