"It doesn't matter if he kills you, but Jiang Chao is my friend. You killed him, so I must kill you."
The old man looked at Qin Yi, expressionless, as if saying, it's right for him to kill you, but you can't kill him.
Qin Yi laughed with anger, "Before, Jiang Chao also said he wanted to kill , but unfortunately he died. Now I'm informing you, you're dead too."
The old man didn't get up; instead, he slowly levitated with the cushion, stopping in mid-air, looking down at Qin Yi arrogantly, "Bragging shalessly, I've seen many young people over the years, but rarely anyone as arrogant as you. To make it here shows you have so skill, but this is the end of the road for you, your final stop."
Qin Yi's lips curled slightly, but his eyes flickered with murder, "Oh? Do you know why I didn't ask your na? Because I'm not interested in the na of soone about to die."
With that, Qin Yi stepped forward, the ground beneath him exploding with a roar, rushing to the old man's face, fist raised to strike.
The terrifying force of his punch stirred the surrounding air into a frenzy.
However, the old man stood unmoved, mocking Qin Yi. The cushion beneath him suddenly emitted a black light, enveloping him completely.
"Bang!"
Qin Yi's fist struck the light barrier, fist light exploding, sweeping wildly.
Yet, the old man remained still, still full of mockery as he looked at Qin Yi.
Qin Yi flipped back, landing on the ground, laughing coldly at the old man, "I really didn't see it, this small cushion turned out to be a treasure."
The old man dismissed him, "Even if I don't move, you can't harm . It seems you'll die here."
"Oh?"
Qin Yi's eyes flashed, his gaze sharp, battle intent rising.
"Whoosh!"
Qin Yi moved like a dragon, weaving around the old man. His fists like a storm, purple fist marks burst from his fists, swelling in the wind, stacking, and bombarding the old man overwhelmingly.
The cushion beneath the old man, black light blazing, transford into a light barrier, enveloping the old man.
"Boom boom...!"
The fist marks slamd into the light barrier, continuously exploding, the storm sweeping wildly, the light barrier swaying, yet unscathed.
Qin Yi's eyes narrowed, this cushion is truly formidable, seemingly ordinary but its quality surpasses any Holy Artifact. Even the best Holy Artifacts wouldn't withstand his ferocious assault.
The old man looked at Qin Yi dismissively, "If this is all you can do, then go die."
As he spoke, the old man raised his hand, a massive handprint shot towards Qin Yi.
Qin Yi sneered, purple light swirling around him, soaring into the air.
"Boom!"
Qin Yi's power was directly shattered, the handprint striking the ground, blasting it apart, rubble flying.
"Pfft!"
Though Qin Yi dodged swiftly, he was hit by the sweeping storm, spitting a large mouthful of blood and flying backward, crashing into the wall, half of him embedded.
The old man's face was full of mockery, his gaze like looking at an ant, disdainfully saying, "Overestimating yourself. Sin Tower can balance the two provinces, even the Sword Sect and Netherworld Hall dare not act rashly, yet a re ant like you dares challenge the Sin Tower's authority."
"Bang!"
The stone wall shattered, Qin Yi erged. Wiping the blood from his mouth, he smiled bitterly, went too far.
This old thing's cultivation has surpassed the Mahayana Realm.
Beyond the Mahayana Realm is the Tribulation Crossing Stage, divided into nine ranks, each Heavenly Tribulation increasing the rank, power and cultivation multiplying.
This old thing should be a First Rank Tribulation Crossing powerhouse.
Though just a First Rank, after one Heavenly Tribulation, his cultivation and power far exceed the Mahayana Realm, fundantally not in the sa level.
This ti really pushed too far.
Qin Yi didn't expect the Tower Master of the second level to be in the Tribulation Crossing Stage. His current cultivation, half-step Tribulation Crossing Stage is his limit, against a First Rank Tribulation Crossing Qi Refiner, he's utterly unmatched. Though they're just half a step apart, the cultivation difference is worlds apart.
Damn it, have to fight desperately.
The old man looked at Qin Yi, mocking, "I've guarded this second level for hundreds of years, many have challenged, but ultimately left horizontally. You're young, yet have such cultivation, indeed rare. But you're foolish, challenging before fully growing, courting death."
"Heh..." Qin Yi sneered, showing blatant disdain, "So lively, anyone unknowing might think you're the Master of the seventh level. Hundreds of years, yet still stuck on the second level, shows your progress is unimpressive."
The old man was furious, "Sharp-tongued, bragging will only make you die faster."
As he spoke, he raised a finger, shot a beam of white light.
Qin Yi's face tensed, single-handedly sealing.
"Wind Blade."
A sudden gust ford, gathering into thousands of Wind Blades, rging into a dragon roaring out.
"Boom!"
A single white light instantly pierced through the gathered Wind Blade dragon, the Wind Blade dragon exploded.
"Pfft!"
Qin Yi suffered backlash, vomiting blood and retreating.
He coldly stared at the old man, stunned, completely unable to win.
The old man mocked, "If I were you, I'd kneel and beg for rcy now, maybe I'll be pleased and let you die whole. If you struggle, you'll die more miserably."
Qin Yi's gaze was cold, kill intent lingering, "Surrender? The word surrender is not in my dictionary. As for you, wanting to yield, I have sothing for you, screw off."
"No tears until seeing the coffin." The old man sneered, full of disdain, raising his hand and striking towards Qin Yi again.
A terrifying palm wind swept through the air, like Mount Tai descending, smashing towards Qin Yi.
Qin Yi single-handedly sealed.
God Slaying Blade.
A blinding purple giant blade slashed down with a force of destruction.
"Boom!"
The two forces collided, the purple giant blade destroyed by the palm wind. The terrifying handprint slamd into Qin Yi, with a boom, the ground shattered, rubble flying, dust and smoke swirling.
The old man saw this, sneered disdainfully, and said, "re ants, overestimating yourself."
After a long while, the dust and smoke cleared.
"Cough cough..."
The coughing sound made the old man's face stiffen, eyes glaring sharply, seeing Qin Yi half-embedded in the ground, blood gushing.
In the old man's eyes flashed surprise, thinking the palm was enough to obliterate Qin Yi, didn't expect him to be unhard.
"Didn't expect you, this ant, to be so tough."
Qin Yi smiled bitterly, "Old dog, you hit hard, it freaking hurts."
Though his body is unmatched, he couldn't withstand that palm, several ribs broken, chest slightly caved. That palm was terrifying, were it not for his resilient body, he would have been smashed into paste.
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