Without some experience of traveling, how can one dare to call themselves a person of the worldly society?
Such abilities suited for ambush, no matter how confused the long-haired demigod appeared at that moment, could not produce even a hint of deception.
And although taking it head-on with his chest seemed fine, Fu Qian still felt that this approach had more visual impact.
"What... exactly are you?"
The opponent's response was surprisingly fitting; the ambush was casually thwarted, and at that moment, the long-haired demigod's originally gloomy face turned somewhat pale.
Of course, Fu Qian never lets self-satisfaction get the better of him; he knows the Grand Fate Ming Emperor's reputation probably only influenced a very small part.
The change mainly occurred because the long-haired demigod instinctively retreated two steps closer to a white billboard.
"Are you sure you want to ask such a foolish question?"
