Qin Wentian was just like a God of Death, his silhouette striking deep terror in people’s hearts. In the blink of an eye, over ten Heavenly Dipper Sovereigns had already fallen. These poor victims, with their cultivation bases, they would at least be of the middle management level regardless of which major power they were placed in.
Staring ahead, after carving out a path of slaughter, Qin Wentian’s figure stood arrogantly in the air. He was like the overlord of demons, staring disdainfully at all beneath him.
“The Constellation Fruits, whoever wishes to take them from me, just bring it.” Qin Wentian’s silhouette flickered as he shot off in the air again. Little Rascal transformed into his golden battle form as Qin Wentian mounted it. This magnificent scene caused the others to all be thunderstruck with shock, and they didn't immediately chase after him.