Wang Ci's hatred?
Qin Jun's mouth twitched, could it be that there was some connection between the Nether King Scythe and Wang Ci?
Little did he know that news of the earlier battle had already reached Wang Ci's ears.
In Zhonghuang, spies scattered by the Nether King Palace could swiftly send back any bit of news to the Nether King City.
"It seems this Wang Ci must be eliminated."
Qin Jun muttered as he held the Nether King Scythe, undaunted by the Nether King Palace and the God Temple, who were much of a muchness, at most slightly stronger. He estimated that the lord of the palace, Wang Ci, wouldn't exceed the Daluo Golden Immortal, so he harbored no fear.
Afterward, he stepped out of the spell tower with the Double-pupil Bird.
Bai Ze, Hou Yi, and Yang Jian all came over to congratulate Qin Jun, commending him on the advancement in his cultivation.
"How did it go?" Qin Jun asked with a smile, inquiring about the earlier battle.