There are only those who bow to me, Qin Fan!
There is nothing to which I, Qin Fan, will bow!
Such was the aura of a Heavenly Venerate. It was also an arrogance that ran bone-deep.
Back on the Cangqiong Continent, such arrogance had defined his actions for centuries. Why, then, should he bow in this mortal world, which was filled with nothing but insignificant ants in his eyes?
War or peace, it mattered little. The only prerequisite was that no one cross his bottom line. Otherwise, he wouldn't mind unleashing a storm of blood.
Therefore, Qin Fan's attitude was perfectly clear, regardless of what Beijing was thinking. As long as they left him alone, they could do as they pleased. But the moment they crossed the line… if you are merciless, then do not blame me for being unjust!
As a being whose sights were set on achieving Ascension and becoming an Immortal, all the lives in this world were disposable. At worst, he could just wipe them all out. What was the big deal?
