"Who... who are you!?" Qin Yunlong stared blankly at his own chest. His eyes were filled with fear, disbelief, and confusion, which finally coalesced into a single question.
"Heh. Die with your questions," Qin Ya said with a cold smile. He yanked his bloodstained spear free. The jet-black spearhead glinted with a terrifying light under the sun. A chill went through Li Heyu and the others, their eyes filled with dread.
"I... I can't accept this!" Qin Yunlong gazed at the black-robed man who had killed him, and with a heart full of questions and resentment, he fell to the ground, dead.
Putting away the Hundred Battles Spear, Qin Ya gave Qin Hai a deep look that sent a cold shiver through him, making him tremble. The memory of that impossibly fast spear strike still lingered in his mind.
