Qin Yi walked slowly to the fronts of Nan Jiuyi and Nan Huaiseng, looking down at the two half-dead men from above.
Nan Jiuyi was almost cut in half by Qin Yi, his spine was broken, and he lay like a ragged heap in a pool of blood, staring at Qin Yi in horror.
Nan Huaiseng was even worse than Nan Jiuyi, his lower body had turned into a pulp, and there was a blood hole the size of a bowl in his chest, hanging by a thread.
"Useless, couldn't even withstand five moves, yet you dare to provoke Tiger Roar Mountain. Who gave you the courage?"
Nan Jiuyi opened his mouth, blood pouring out, pleading, "Qin, Qin Yi, spare me, spare me... I don't want to die..."
Qin Yi said indifferently, "Getting older and more afraid of death, compared to the Old Dragons, you make me look down on you from the bottom of my heart."
"Qin Yi, we're wrong... please, spare us... Nan Family will respect you from now on, we'll serve you like oxen and horses..."
