"How dare you!"
Amid the strange looks from the crowd, a cold snort rang out as a burly man nearly three meters tall—True Spirit body below, a human head on top—strode out from the crowd, face icy cold.
The cultivation of Peak of Divinity Transformation erupted from his body.
Under that overwhelming aura, the surrounding space shuddered, crackling with thunderous snaps.
"You little bastard are way too arrogant. Just because you're a direct descendant of the Titan Giant Ape race, you think you can strut around and throw your weight around? Let Qing tell you this: keep dreaming!" Qingmu said coldly.
"So you're that 'Big Brother Qingmu' of his? Not impressed. You're only at Peak of Divinity Transformation? Too weak." Zhang Xiaohao said with disdain.
You lot want to establish dominance? Then I'll counter your dominance. I want to see who really gets the last laugh.
"You little bastard, you're courting death!" Qingmu's face sank as he spoke, killing intent soaring to the heavens.
