"I don't even care about the heavenly Dao. Do you think your mere Godfather can intimidate me? I really don't know if I should call you naive. Or should I call you stupid?"
Chen Xiaobei held the nine-colored Qilin's primordial spirit in his hand like he was holding an ant. He could kill it with a single thought.
"Hiss ..."
The nine-colored Kirin gasped. If he had known that this would happen, he would not have dared to threaten Chen Xiaobei.
Perhaps if he insisted on begging for mercy, Chen Xiaobei might spare his life.
At this moment, he was so regretful that his intestines were about to break from the tragic ending of death!
"God Chen ... I'm impressed! I'm completely convinced ..."
"My Godfather is scum!" The nine-colored Kirin quickly corrected himself. He's just a piece of trash! You can't even compare to a single strand of your leg hair! It's all my fault ... God Chen, please let me live. Please let my primordial spirit go ... I beg you ..."