Qin Hengtian's body slowly descended.
Even a lion uses its full strength to catch a rabbit. As an incredibly experienced Celestial Level Martial Artist, Qin Hengtian understood this principle even better. His words were vicious, but he didn't underestimate Qin Li because of them. Could someone who had evaded two Celestial Level Martial Artists for an entire day be a simple character?
"Get the hell out here! You coward! You little bastard! You little scoundrel! You little animal!"
Qin Hengtian had entered the Celestial Level a hundred years ago, and his current strength had reached the sixth tier of the Celestial Level—a true powerhouse. But his temper had never changed. His century of seclusion hadn't mellowed him in the slightest; on the contrary, he had only grown more stubborn with age!
