Without a doubt, Lin Qingtian was an iron plate of good quality. Otherwise, he wouldn't be on the great dream God ranking. He had once killed a seventh-grade demigod expert of the ancient Wings race and now he was calling Jin Feng trash. How arrogant was that?
"Swish!"
Jin Feng couldn't take it after being insulted and called trash. He instantly transformed into his true form and condensed a terrifying aura that swept towards Lin Qingtian.
Some of the weaker cultivators nearby felt a violent aura enter their bodies as if a ferocious Golden Phoenix had rushed into their divine souls, let alone Lin Qingtian.
However, the starry sky behind him bloomed at the same time. The stars were bright and the dark sky released a terrifying devouring pressure, which swallowed the violent Qi that was rushing over.
"Swish-"
