Chapter 342: The Demon Emperor Appears

"I've already told you all, no one but me is allowed to touch my pet beast."

Qin Bei helplessly shrugged his shoulders.

"Nonsense! As a Beast Tamer, how can you not control your own pet beast? Is that reasonable?"

The representative of the Free Alliance was so angry his face turned red.

"I don't know either; my pet beast is just this willful."

Qin Bei shrugged his shoulders, looking extremely helpless.

Just as the people of the Free Alliance wanted to say something more.

The representative of Xiba Country struggled to fall down from the ceiling.

He then clutched his chest and coughed a few times.

"No need, no need, I'm not seriously injured."

"But what surprises me even more is that Qin Bei's pet beast possesses such immense strength."

"Truly, heroes emerge from the youth."

The representative of Xiba Country still maintained a smiling expression.

Of course, if one ignored the bloodstains on his body, he might even appear quite elegant.

"Thank you for the praise."

Qin Bei nodded slightly.

"However, what makes me even more curious is what Qin Bei looks like after his armor activates."

"I wonder if I have the honor to witness it."

A look of request appeared in the eyes of the Xiba Country representative.

"Hah, witness what? I suspect you are a fraud; everyone from the Great Xuan Dynasty is a fraud."

"That video must have been photoshopped, just to highlight your fame. I don't believe in your Tier 9 strength at all."

The man, about thirty years old, standing behind the Xiba Country representative, opened his mouth and mocked.

Everyone's eyes instantly turned cold.

A faint killing intent flowed from Shen Junyi's body.

"Shut up!"

The representative of Xiba Country's face changed slightly, and he spoke hurriedly.

He never expected this.

Although he knew the people he brought had no brains.

But they shouldn't be like this.

The video was photoshopped.

Doesn't that statement mean the people who died in the Northwest Gathering Place were fake?

Cold sweat appeared on the head, shoulders, and neck of the Xiba Country representative.

If this is not handled properly.

He won't be able to get out either. "Nine Four Seven."

"What nonsense! Anyway, I don't believe it. How could an eighteen-year-old brat possess such strength?"

The man pouted his lips, looking extremely disdainful.

"What is your name?"

Shen Junyi looked at the man expressionlessly.

Being stared at by Shen Junyi like this, the man's body trembled, and cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

He was so nervous he couldn't even speak.

"This is my guard, a martial artist possessing a Tier 7 strength. His name is Jin Tai."

The representative of Xiba Country quickly stepped in front of Jin Tai and said.

"Tier 7. Since you don't believe it, why don't the two of you have a duel?"

Shen Junyi said indifferently.

The representatives of all countries' faces lit up with joy.