The Ji Family headquarters, the atmosphere inside the tent was heavy.
"Qin Tian, is he really that strong?"
The Great Elder of the Ji Family listened to Ji Wencong and others' accounts, his brows tightly furrowed, and a deep expression of doubt appeared on his face.
He sat in the main seat, his fingers lightly tapping on the armrest, producing a dull sound, and in his weathered eyes, a flood of scrutiny and hesitation surged.
After Behemoth War God entered Blood Burning Frenzy, he was crippled by just one punch and one kick from Qin Tian;
The renowned strongman, Guhai, of the Ancient Dragon Race, was also killed in two moves by Qin Tian—how could such strength manifest in a Spiritualist who had just recently broken through to Tier Eight and was not of the Holy Blood lineage?
Even those Holy Blood Masters who were at Tier Eight, Nine Stars, could not execute such clean and decisive crushing.
