As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a star piercing through the night sky, causing even the invincible Pseudo-God of Tianyuan to suddenly pause his breath.
"Little bastard, your mouth is indeed as sharp as a knife, but you're about to die!"
He always felt that those on their level, at least should maintain some dignity during battle.
Yet Qin An treated his formal rhetoric as nonsense, which was simply unforgivable.
The attack is already approaching, the ferocity on the Tianyuan Pseudo-God's face gradually unfolding.
He has already imagined the scene where Qin An is killed under his palm, and couldn't help but reveal a hint of pride on his face.
But at this moment, Qin An suddenly raised his left fist, terrifying True Essence clinging onto it.
A trace of Qi Blood Power suddenly surged from his left arm; once it appeared, it spread quickly like wildfire over grassland.
Ten demonic consciousnesses!
