Under the night sky, Qin Ming stood on the Primordial Element Golden Bridge, his posture graceful like an immortal. His left hand rested behind his back, his eyes profound, overlooking all the Saints.
Half of the Saints around had traces of crimson blood at the corners of their mouths. They joined forces to hunt the Madman, but failed in their first siege.
Qin Ming spoke lightly, "Everyone should be doing their best."
Instantly, the gazes of Wang Pan, Yun Wangshu, Qi Lin, Zuo Qing, and others became sharp.
The Old Furnace murmured to himself, "In eternity, you, Mingzi, are Qin Wandai at this moment."
Near the exit of the ruins, the local conservatives couldn't hold back any longer, and several spoke up in succession.
"Truly a Madman, arrogant, thinking himself invincible!"
"Who can take him down?"
"No rush, just watch as all Saints display their skills, they will surely subdue him."
