Qin Yi's gaze turned cold, "You repeatedly provoke my limits, do you really think I have no temper?"
With those words, Qin Yi's body lightly swayed.
"Crack!"
Suddenly, a brittle sound of bones breaking echoed from behind Tong Hu and the others.
Startled, they quickly turned to look, only to see the Arhat who had originally gripped Hua Nian's throat was now lifelessly dangling in Qin Yi's hand, his neck long since crushed, dead.
Tong Hu and the others were scared to death, and upon looking back, they saw Qin Yi slowly dissipating while standing atop the stone tiger, which had already begun cracking and now completely collapsed.
What kind of technique is this?
Tong Hu and the others were scared out of their wits.
Qin Yi casually tossed aside the Shura's corpse, his gaze icy. On the road, he had learned from the man leading the way that this War Tiger Sect would stop at nothing for money.
"Sister."
Qingqing excitedly leapt into Hua Nian's embrace, tightly hugging her neck.
