章節 1861: Death of a Heavenly Deity

Qin Zhong's gaze was filled with his earlier disdain. How recalcitrant, Qin Wentian actually didn't want to give up and wished to court more suffering for himself? Did he really have to cripple Qin Wentian before bringing him away to make Qin Wentian accept his fate?

His cold gaze landed on Qin Wentian and he didn't even bother to defend. Since he was one with his heavenly dao, how can Qin Wentian's attack shake him? It would just be like an ant trying to shake the tree. Qin Zhong radiated heavenly might as coldness flickered in his eyes. He didn't intend to waste any more time. Since Qin Wentian refused to give up, let this experience be one he would never be able to forget for his entire life.

Behind him, countless ancient bells manifested, releasing their light. The might of the great dao brimmed with power, waiting for Qin Wentian's arrival.