Xin Tianwen had ruled tyrannically for all of his lifetime. Regardless of his words or actions, he was never willing to be convinced by others. Besides his direct boss the totem Xuan Yuan Clan, Xin Tianwen never yielded to anyone.
However this time, the sudden emergence of Qin Wushuang caused him to speak such depressing words. It was a form of gratification from the bottom of his heart.
For a young man that could injure him now, with his imagination, he could not predict what kind of monstrous skills he would gain in three years time.
Saber Beard's long whiskers flew and danced from his breathing. From his expression, clearly he was incredibly frustrated, yet a few vile intentions flickered in his eyes.
Suddenly, murderous intentions flashed from his eyes as he asked with a low voice, "Daoist Tianwen, let me ask you. In three years, if the Xin Clan cannot defeat the Qin Clan, what will be the fate of your clan?"