Chapitre 1853: A Beam of Sword Light Creates Chills

Luoshen Yu inclined his head, coldly staring at everyone. However, the current him clearly was of no threat. The eyes of those people who just barged in were all staring at Qin Wentian.

Qin Wentian didn't expect the news of his arrival would circulate so quickly. He didn't cast a glance at these people and continued quietly sitting in front of Luoshen Yu. Only Little Rascal who was on his shoulder inclined his head to survey these experts from the Luoshen Clan.

"You are Qin Yuanfeng's son, Qin Wentian?" One of the experts spoke. Qin Wentian's back was facing that person, as he replied, "Is something the matter?"

These people barged in with extreme rudeness. He naturally didn't see the need to be polite to them.

Seeing that Qin Wentian refused to even turn his head, a world overlord coldly laughed. "Indeed, you are as arrogant as he was back then, having no one in your eyes. As expected, like father like son."