971 Slower, Faster, Slower, Faster...

"What if I refuse to eat it?" As the figure spoke, he reached the front of Qin Xian and stopped a foot away from him.

"Hahaha…" Qin Xian laughed and raised his right hand.

"Attack!"

"Attack!"

"…"

As Qin Xian rose his right hand, the weapons of the troops of the Monster Race and Demon Race were also raided and the roars of battle echoed in the air.

"It seems like I don't have another choice?" The figure took a sweep at the surroundings and his gaze eventually fell back upon Qin Xian.

However, unlike before, it fell on the seed in Qin Xian's hands and he looked as if he was thinking about something.

"Chou Qi, you should be familiar with the idea of how the most powerful get to take charge." Qin Xian waved his hand immediately before Chou Qi could reply. "Serve tea for Sir Demon Deity."

Swoosh!