"Pfft!"
Slumped on the ground, Zhao Baijing spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, enough to fill a bowl of blood stew.
At this very moment, the old man's spirit was completely crushed, his entire being deflated, looking like he had aged dozens of years.
Qin Tian stepped forward, Zhao Baijing looked up and stared at Qin Tian: "Hm-hm, Qi Refining Middle Stage... So young, already at the Qi Refining Middle Stage!"
"I, the old man, have worked hard for three years, three years of cultivation, and haven't achieved what you have at your young age. Impressive! I bow to you, I bow sincerely! Hahaha..."
Zhao Baijing laughed maniacally; after being utterly defeated by Qin Tian, he had no reason to look down on him at all.
Looking down from above, Qin Tian stared at Zhao Baijing: "Zhao Baijing, the grudge between your Skull and my Dragon Soul from back then, shouldn't it be resolved now?"
"You defeated me, isn't that resolution?"
