Duren Burg said indignantly in a growing voice. "What now? You’re shamed into anger because your unfair offer wasn't appreciated?" He put forth his strength to bounce off the pressure on him and straightened his shoulders. "You want to kill Qian Jin because you think no one in your family, including those young warriors who had awakened their Elf Bloodline Power could rival him! you're afraid!"
Hearing those provoking words, Qian Zhanxuan gradually cracked a disdainful smile on his sullen ghost face as if he were at the top of the food chain watching those poor ants that were trying to move a rock.
"Those mind games don't work on me." Qian Zhanxuan said. "You Hydra may count as something in the eyes of others, but to me, you are just a little loach with nine heads! Since you dared to say such things, I shall let you know what we Elf Kings have got!"
Duren Burg clenched the spear in hand but could not afford to lift his hands, which seemed as heavy as a boulder.
