Qi Daolin stood on the rubble in front of the mountain gate, his Daoist robe fluttering in the astral winds, divine brilliance surging upwards into Yunxiao, sanctifying the entire Supreme Dao Ground, making it no longer desolate.
"Little Qi, your wings have hardened, opening your mouth to kill a Celestial God, and closing it to chop down the imperial family." The Protector said coldly, he is not from the Celestials Clan, no one knows exactly what race he is, the particularity lies in the pair of black horns on his head.
"They have come to kill at my mountain gate, and you still expect me to be in good temper? Or should I perhaps visit the City of the Heavens tomorrow, and go on a killing spree?" Qi Daolin said indifferently, but no one thinks he is joking.
Given this Daolord's past principles of action, what he says is what he can do.
