Qianye stood calmly in place without the slightest of movements. The man who had crashed into him took several steps back before managing to find his footing. His vision turned blurry and some fresh blood seeped out of his mouth. This full-force collision felt as though he had crashed into a mountain, the complete rebound of force inflicting heavy injuries upon him.

“You dare bump into me? This daddy will kill you...” That man looked up and rubbed his eyes. The profanities he was spitting out stopped midway as Qianye’s face came into view. He immediately bowed down with an awkward laugh and apologized repeatedly, “Sire, Qianye! This little one didn’t know it was you.”

He edged back while speaking and then turned to flee.

Qianye remembered this person. He was a lone hunter from the Transcendent Continent, rank-eleven in origin power.

Qianye felt better after seeing the other party turn deferent and flee in defeat. It would seem the series of actions he had taken to establish his might—especially beating up Du Li—was fairly effective. The top seats of the aristocracy might not put this in their eyes, but these mercenaries and bounty...