"We are from the Ximen Clan, you wouldn't dare kill us."
The black-clad man glared fiercely at Qin Yang.
"Hehe, someone just claimed they were from the Dark Palace, but now they're dead."
Qin Yang chuckled softly and said indifferently.
"You, you killed someone from the Dark Palace?"
The two black-clad men exchanged a glance, both showing a hint of horror in their eyes.
"Impossible, impossible! Lord Cold Snake is a Profound Tier expert, how could he die at your hands..."
One of the black-clad men shook his head vigorously, clearly unwilling to believe this truth.
"I don't have time for small talk. Tell me, Ximen Huan, where is he now?"
With a cold expression, Qin Yang applied more force with his foot.
The black-clad man under his foot instantly turned red in the face, grabbing Qin Yang's foot with both hands, trying to remove it, but the foot remained motionless.
