Su Zhantian's eyes were shrouded in darkness as he looked at Qin Yi, his voice cold and sinister, "If you dare to strike again, I will kill you first before breaking the formation."
Qin Yi smiled slightly and snapped his fingers.
"Puff!"
The neck of a late-stage Nascent Soul Realm expert erupted with a mist of blood, his hands clutching his throat as he fell to the ground in terror and died.
"Qin Yi, are you seeking death?"
Su Zhantian roared, his voice filled with endless rage. He reached out his hand, and two curved sabers returned to his grasp, immediately flinging them explosively towards Qin Yi.
Qin Yi looked at him calmly, raising his hand to press down. The area in front of him distorted.
The two curved sabers, trembling incessantly, could not pierce through the area in front of Qin Yi.
Su Zhantian's expression changed slightly, his gaze growing more venomous.
