Fantasy: The villain is not ruthless, and the character design is unstable

After hearing this person's address to him, a sharp light instantly appeared in King Qi's eyes.

From beginning to end, he did not reveal his identity to anyone.

Except nothing.

However, King Qi is still very firm on one point, that is, Wutian will not say much about this kind of matter.

After all, there is no need for this at all.

Moreover, there is no conflict between them.

He could still see this.

There is only one possibility, this is his old friend.

As for who it is, King Qi has no way of knowing such a thing for a while.

After all, his departure is now very far away.

Not only that, but one of the most important things is that he had too many enemies back then.

Even he himself didn't know what he had experienced during this process.

This has created the current situation.

"who are you?"

King Qi gave a cold voice.

Now that the other party has guessed his identity, he has nothing to hide.

What's more, under the current situation, he has an intuition that the other party is coming for him.

Although Qin Shisan was manipulated by the other party, he made a seal on his memory before being manipulated.

Therefore, his body was able to be retrieved.

From that moment on, he already knew that this was most likely directed at him.

Even though he has not appeared for many years, there are many existences who still know that he has not fallen.

Moreover, these people are likely to be their own enemies.

The person who knows himself best is his enemy.

This point, King Qi still sees it very thoroughly.

Therefore, under the current situation, he is very clear about what to do.

That is to kill this person regardless of the cost.

As for the next thing, we can only take one step at a time.

"Wutian, the next thing will be left to you."

At this moment, King Qi's voice sounded in Wutian's mind.

The next moment, the power of King Qi's soul burned instantly.

Not only that, but even some of the strength on his body burned instantly.

At this moment, King Qi has returned to his peak strength.

Supreme Realm!
In this world, the power of the Supreme Realm is very powerful.

The Shenshui Dynasty was able to rise only because of the existence of King Qi.

Now he has disappeared for so many years, but he still stands tall.

This naturally has the credit of the current emperor of the Shenshui Dynasty, but more of it is the deterrent power of King Qi.

Just this is enough to affect many things.

It is not so simple that it can be easily changed.

Under such circumstances, Wutian is still very clear and knows what to do.

"Do not worry!"

Wutian said softly.

As if he had heard Wutian's reply, King Qi's eyes instantly became a little brighter.

This is enough.

Indeed, even he himself has to admit that Wutian is a cold existence by nature.

It is because of such existence that he believes in Wutian's promise.

Since the person in front of him can say these words, it means that he must be able to do it.

If not, King Qi would not have made such a decision.

"King Qi, you are crazy!"

The face of the half-step supreme being suddenly changed.

Because, the one in front of him is completely crazy.

He burned his soul power and all his origins just to kill himself.

This kind of behavior is really too crazy.

The most important thing is that under the current situation, he really has no way to stop it.

In this case, things become very different.

It's not that easy to change.

Even if he is now infinitely close to the Supreme Realm, when he faces the real Supreme, the gap is still very obvious.

This is the gap between absolute strength.

It is not easy to change.

"Brother Wutian, today I will show you what a sword called Shenshui is!"

King Qi laughed out loud.

In this laughter, there is endless refreshment and ease.

At the same time, in the depths of the palace treasury, there is a spirit sword shining brightly.

Brilliant light and buzzing sounds erupted.

It was as if the master who had been waiting for many years came to the world again.

The blade of the sword whined softly, calling and telling.

Calling for his master to return, calling for his master to hold him in the world again.

As for telling.

Like a poor child seeing his father whom he had not seen for many years, he whispered the melancholy and words in his heart.

That feeling is very sad.

Most importantly, he could feel that the master had just returned, and soon he would disappear completely.

This time it disappeared completely, no longer traveling far away.

Never come back!

However, he still has to fight his master to the last moment.