"Why I should live is none of your concern, you must submit to me!"
The man in silver armor spoke gravely, his face as fine as a jade crown, pupils a bizarre white, incomparably eerie, like a cold and merciless supreme deity.
Cang Baitian's face darkened, how could he, having just broken out of the Qiuming Abyss, be willing to live beneath another?
"Dream on, if my father and uncle knew you dared to lay a hand on me, you would be finished!"
Cang Baitian gnashed his teeth, his father being none other than Cang Shekui, the son of Mo Jingcang, and his uncle the blood-devouring demon god, a chaotic creature as terrifying as the extreme flame demon god.
The man in silver armor began to laugh, but it was a laugh so piercingly cold that Cang Baitian couldn't help but step back.
