Tian Qizong looked fearlessly at clan leader Shi and the others. He was certain that they didn’t dare to fall out.
Don’t look at them as the eight great tribes, but in front of the sky tribe, they were nothing.
Moreover, even if these people fell out, it didn’t matter. They didn’t seem to be on good terms with each other. As long as he instigated a few words, they would fight amongst themselves.
He enjoyed watching clan leader Shi and the others suffer. This made him feel superior.
So what if he was a clan leader? ! Wouldn’t he have to tuck his tail between his legs in front of him? ! !
Just as he was feeling proud, he heard someone behind him exclaim.
He frowned and was about to turn around to scold, when a subordinate ran up to him and said, “Altar master, Look!”
Tian Qizong looked in the direction where that person pointed. It was the boundary of the eight Qi mystical realm.
At this moment, there was only a palm-sized gap left in the boundary.
