"Boom!"
A two-zhang high giant bluestone crashed down, pinning Qin Yi beneath it.
In an instant, the ground cracked, the cave trembled incessantly, and the dust fell rustling.
"Hmph!"
The goatee man was full of disdain.
"Ha, I thought it was someone remarkable. Turns out to be trash; with such little ability, she dares to cause trouble in front of the master."
"That's for sure, what kind of person is the master? There are very few in this world who can face him, and dying at the hands of the master is her fortune."
Li Yuan walked out, came to the stone, looked down, and said, "The master is really formidable; she's probably been crushed into a pulp. It's just a pity for such a beautiful woman."
The goatee man was expressionless, but his eyes couldn't hide his arrogance.
He also sighed a bit; such a beauty turned to pulp was a real waste.
