Look, this is what I call the basic quality of being involved in the underworld!
Fu Qian could guarantee that the title "Grand Fate Ming Emperor" would be known by the old man for no more than ten hours, yet he managed to express his admiration without changing his expression.
Facing an unapologetic punch swung at him, Fu Qian still showed great appreciation.
Moreover, the old man was a Fourth Order Transcendent, the highest-ranked amongst the group.
Such a resolute strike was enough to prove that the big shots had reached a considerable consensus—to kill him, the troublemaker, here with utmost efficiency and ensure Jiang En's ritual was undisturbed.
And that seemingly ordinary fist, once swung, transformed in an instant into a golden, weighty hue as though it were cast from bronze.
Combined with the image of a sage, and aimed at Fu Qian, who exuded an aura of ham, the scene was absolutely a depiction of subduing demons.
