C223 Father, do you want it?

Godfather, do you want it?

Qiao Nan returned and stood on the Heaven's Altar, his black hair dancing in the wind, and his robes fluttering around him, as though he was an unrivaled Demon King.

His gaze was as cold as a blade as he swept his gaze in every direction, causing everyone to stop killing as they looked at him in a daze.

The crutch in their hands was bright red