"Let's make a deal, can we repeat that Nail-Head Seven Arrows Book just once more?"
Upon hearing that deep voice which had haunted him in recent times, the satisfaction and pride on Golden Crow Crown Prince's face instantly solidified, and he finally understood the astonishment and confusion in the eyes of the Demon Gods Bi Fang and Zhu Yan.
Wasn't the owner of this voice just cursed to death?
Golden Crow Crown Prince looked back in disbelief, only to see the tall and heroic Qi Zhongjun standing behind him.
Merely thirty feet away!
This dangerous distance made him involuntarily shiver, recalling the scene where he was heavily injured by a hammer.
But this time, Qi Zhongjun didn't seem to have any intention of taking action.
He was just standing there, not even pulling out his Mixed Gold Hammer.
But shouldn't Qi Zhongjun be dead? Why could he stand right in front of him so intact?
A clone?
Or a puppet?
