The dull sound of bones breaking and tendons snapping echoed.
But it was soon drowned out by the piercing screams.
Qin Yi looked as if he'd been pulled from a pool of blood, his own and others'; even his hair was soaked in blood, with crimson drops sliding down the strands.
Among the hundred royal warriors, less than half were still standing, faces horrified, retreating repeatedly, none daring to strike again.
Is this guy even human? He's more like a human-shaped fierce beast.
Qin Yi clenched his fists, eyes blood-red, roaring, "Come on, if you're not afraid of dying, come at me."
The surrounding royal warriors retreated further, their expressions horrified.
Wei Tianlai's old face was so sullen it was nearly dripping.
Who would have thought that over a hundred royal warriors, each a Divine Separation Stage expert, couldn't handle someone whose cultivation had been abolished?
"Qin Yi, this is not a place to act recklessly."
