"You dare..."
Xia Yanye's pain caused his whole body to convulse, and his gaze towards Xing Tian was filled with resentful poison. If looks could kill, Xing Tian would have been torn to pieces by now.
Qin Jun nodded towards Xing Tian and said, "Act within your limits!"
In some ways, Xing Tian was foolish, still obsessed despite having lived through so many ages.
But it was precisely because of this fearless spirit that he had forged his name as a War God.
The God and Demons summoned by Qin Jun were flesh and blood, with their own personalities. He did not wish to constrain them too much; he only needed to issue orders.
To fight or not to fight!
Whom to kill!
As soon as he had spoken, Xing Tian threw Xia Yanye to Sun Wukong, took out his military tools, and sped towards a distant battle at high speed.
Qin Jun, with ill intent, looked at Xia Yanye and sneered.
"You... What do you want to do?"
