Chapter 1697 The Power of Blood

• The man laughing stepped out of the realm gate. From his looks—yeah, small and wiry, a little sleazy. That was Damon King’s first impression of him.
• When Qiyan saw the newcomer, his face went paper-white. “Emperor Xihan.” The moment they saw him, everyone bowed on the spot. A Heaven Emperor drew even more respect than facing the Great Emperor Lietian. Only Qiyan clenched his jaw, pale and stubborn, refusing to bow. He had a grudge with this man.
• Xihan gave Qiyan a sideways look. The killing intent in his eyes made Qiyan even paler, yet he still wouldn’t lower his head. “Insolent.” Rebukes rang out. “You dare not pay respects when meeting Emperor Xihan?” “You’re fucking dead…” “Emperor Xihan, leave this man to us…” One snide remark after another. To win favor—face—in front of Xihan, everyone piled on, eager to show how much they despised Qiyan.