Ning Qi merely snorted coldly, then continued to accelerate. The distance of over a thousand zhang was easily covered in the blink of an eye.
"Whish!"
Before he came to a stop, a cold gleam shot towards him.
"Whoosh!"
Ning Qi took a deep breath and directly brought out his Immortal Slayer Sword.
With a slight flick forward, he easily resolved the incoming attack.
His eyes coldly fixed ahead, showing a look of seriousness.
"Come out."
After staring for a moment, he spoke toward the front.
"You must be the one who killed my disciples, right?"
Soon a person flew over from afar.
The figure was brawny, dressed in a green robe, holding a long sword in hand.
The entire sword was surrounded by green glimmers, making one feel chilled at sight.
"Are you talking about the useless ones who wanted to kill Princess Xiangxiang yesterday?"
