Silence descended. No one dared to answer.
"Hah, it seems the Commander of the Divine Machine Camp is nothing special after all!" Patriarch Shen sneered, his eyes full of mockery. "Master Qiu's reputation makes cowards of all who hear it. He wouldn't dare come!"
"You're wrong, Dad," Shen Lian said, shaking his head smugly. "That man is no longer the commander. He's been relieved of his duties."
"Oh?" Patriarch Shen's eyes lit up. "Haha, so that's how it is. In that case, he's truly doomed!"
"Not only has my master arrived, but there are also so many Grandmasters present. He's probably scared witless and hiding somewhere," Shen Lian said, puffed up with arrogance. "If he really dares to show up, I'll slap him to death with a single palm!"
When Qiu Yi was treating his injuries earlier, he had also taken the opportunity to clear his meridians, making him even stronger.
"Who did you say you were going to slap to death?"
