The Dragon Head, upon hearing this, stepped forward and gave a solid kick!
With a thud, Qin Shou was stamped into the mud again. Then, propping his chin on one hand, he relished the violent trampling on his back, feeling almost blissful...
However, Qin Shou was also a bit frustrated; these guys didn't seem very strong—none of them were even Great Golden Immortals, not to mention half step to Great Golden Immortals. The strongest among them was this Golden Immortal of Level Nine who was currently attacking.
Too bad this guy seemed not to know how to cultivate; he relied solely on brute force. This level of intensity was not even as strong as Zhang Weiyu's attacks...
Qin Shou couldn't help but sigh, "Could it be that all the depths of space are filled with such waste? How am I going to improve my strength in the future? Surely I can't just keep hammering at myself, right?"
Just as Qin Shou was feeling troubled, a bird's cry suddenly sounded from the sky...
