Massacre

Qin Wentian left with great strides, not turning his head back.

"Sir, please stay." At this moment, a voice rang out from behind him. An expert appeared behind him. With a step, he stepped before Qin Wentian and blocked his path.

"What's the matter?" Qin Wentian frowned, his expression cold. His mood wasn't very good now, and this person was actually so rude, directly blocking him.

"Sir, I wish to ask you why could you enter the floating city. What is inside there? Did you receive any inheritance?" This expert asked, filled with curiosity with regards to Qin Wentian. Not only him, but there were also several experts who sped over after that, all of them waiting for Qin Wentian to reply.

"No comment. Please get out of my way." Qin Wentian continued forward, wanting to walk past that immortal king.

However, that person shifted his body, and continued blocking Qin Wentian. "You better explain everything clearly."