"Are you unwilling about the result?" Su Chen stood in the void, his gaze slowly sweeping over everyone present before finally landing on Qin Yuan.
His look made Qin Yuan's heartbeat quicken. He felt immense pressure as if his divine soul would explode at any moment. It was just a glance, yet it overwhelmed him. One could imagine the terrifying existence Qin Yuan's father, Qin Ziteng, had faced just now.
"I don't dare..." Qin Yuan composed himself and restrained all traces of anger. Bowing respectfully, he uttered three words flatly.
"Haha... Quite the timid one, aren't you?" Su Chen did not comment further.
He raised his hand slightly, one finger pointing up. At the tip, the aura of death brewed, as if countless divine lights were blossoming and extending out like an ancient divine sword.
