It is said that during a war with the Witch Race,
this Qilin fell, bloodied and defeated.
Since then, it has never appeared in the world again.
Now it seems, rumors remain just rumors.
"So, you've come for me?"
The Great Ming King Peacock's eyes narrowed slightly.
Dragons, Phoenixes, and Qilins, the three tribes once vied for supremacy.
As a descendant of the Ancient Phoenix, like the Ancient Qilin Emperor, there was a grudge between them.
"Indeed, I have come for you." The Ancient Qilin Emperor nodded.
It did not deny it and stated directly:
"Back then, I was severely injured, and to truly heal, only Quasi-Saint Level Phoenix Blood will do."
"So today, you must die!"
The Ancient Qilin Emperor's tone was stern, with auspicious clouds rolling beneath its feet, surrounded by ancient phenomena.
Spiritual Simurghs circled around it, highlighting its unparalleled nobility.
The Great Ming King Peacock was unfazed, scoffing coldly:
