"So, who's weak now?"
Looking down from above, sword pointing at Hou Tianlun, Qin Tian's lips curled into a disdainful arc.
Hou Tianlun lay on the ground, looking at Qin Tian, his expression one of utter humiliation.
His whole body was trembling, his teeth clenching tightly, eyes filled with unyielding spirit and hatred as he stared at Qin Tian.
"Haha, the senior disciple of Heavenly Travel Immortal Sect? Someone like you? I could take on ten of you."
"..."
Qin Tian's words caused Hou Tianlun's whole face to twitch uncontrollably.
However, at this moment he was already seriously injured, and with Qin Tian's sword at his throat, he had no room to struggle!
Victory and defeat!
This time, Hou Tianlun experienced firsthand how the prouder you are, the harder the fall!
"Do you have anything more to say, senior disciple of Heavenly Travel Immortal Sect? Should we continue?"
