"You are Ye Qiu?" Qingyang Saint Son asked as he looked at the silent Cain.
"I'm not," Cain replied.
"If you're not, then why are you here? Do you want to die?" Qingyang Saint Son sneered.
"I'm looking for Ye Qiu. If you don't leave, I don't mind killing you too."
Cain cracked his neck, the sound echoing ominously, and finally said, "You can insult me, but to insult my young master, you deserve to die!"
In the blink of an eye, a red gleam flashed in Cain's eyes. He moved instantly, his pale fingers stabbing forward like forks.
Swish.
His hand moved like lightning, but Qingyang Saint Son didn't even consider Cain a threat, as he didn't sense any aura of power from him.
However, when he raised his hand to block Cain's fingers, he was shocked to see his palm being pierced instantly, and before he knew it, Cain had stepped forward, penetrating his shoulder.
