Qin Yi's eyes slightly narrowed, he said indifferently:
"Old ghost, you seem so flustered and exasperated. It seems that the Eight Desolate Six Harmonies Spear left a deep impression on you."
"Qin Yi, don't think you're something formidable just because you've learned the Eight Desolate Six Harmonies Spear. I don't care for it at all."
The Evil Lord roared.
In truth, he had been severely injured by this Eight Desolate Six Harmonies Spear back in the day.
Moreover, the person who severed his arm was precisely the master of the Eight Desolate Six Harmonies Spear.
Qin Yi sneered: "If it were you at your peak back then, I might have been a bit afraid."
"But now, your body has turned into bones, and are shattered into pieces. You have to cling to someone else's body, what face do you have to be arrogant before me?"
"Old ghost, remember clearly, I am not that fool Tian Xie. Speak to me with less courtesy, and your chances of disintegrating into nothingness increase."
"Boom!"
