The gaze from those golden eyes made Xiao Qi quite uncomfortable, as if he was being sized up like a plate of pastries.
"Who are you?" Liu Qingyun also noticed the peculiarity of this uninvited guest and asked.
"King of Lion Camel Country, Golden Winged Great Peng," Dapeng introduced himself in such a manner.
"Lion Camel Country!" Liu Qingyun muttered to himself, he had not heard of this kingdom, it must be some small country tucked away in a corner.
"Boy, don't even think about tracing my steps, for all of you will die here today," Dapeng said with his golden eyes fixed on the group, his face full of indifference, as if the people before him were insignificant ants, mere existences to be slaughtered at will.
Liu Qingyun's expression grew grave as he detected extreme confidence in Dapeng's words, a confidence built upon countless victories, sufficiently illustrating the strength of the person before him.
