The Little God King's eyes blazed with fierce light as he stared at Qin Hao, his body exploding with astounding combat intent.
Qin Hao glanced at him, not particularly concerned. He swept his gaze over the extraterrestrial elites and spoke indifferently, "Do you still think Earth's native protectors are weak now?"
No one spoke. The strength to burst the Ant Clan's Saint Child's arm with a slap was naturally not weak.
"Don't forget, this is Earth, not your stars. If there are too many of you, it's you who should be rolling out, not us. If anyone disagrees, come and tell me," he said.
Qin Hao spoke calmly, his tone soft but thunderous like an explosion in the ears of the extraterrestrial races.
"Qin Hao, don't you think you're being a bit too domineering?"
Murong Yue said softly, though as a woman, her spirit was full of vigor.
"You disagree?" Qin Hao asked coldly.
"So what if I do?"
Murong Yue sneered, her expression proud.
