King Qi was now already at the fifth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm, why would he care about others' thoughts?
He saw the angry expressions of the onlookers, seemingly wanting to make a move against him, but he darkened his face, "Haha, well then, if you wish to die, let me fulfill that wish!"
"All Qi soldiers, heed my command, kill!" King Qi did not have the slightest intention of concealing anything.
Now he considered himself the Netherworld Emperor.
Everyone within the Seven Kings realm must be under his control; the feeling of holding the power of life and death is so exhilarating.
Especially when even King Qin has compromised, what does he have to fear?
A mere Son of the Nether Emperor, even if he could kill Yan Fang, in front of him, is still just an ant.
With King Qi's order, the Qi soldiers quickly surrounded them, ready to make a move.
Everyone was tense, cold sweat dripping from their foreheads.
